From the moment Camp Nou disappeared in front of him and his sight was restored, Li Liang was nervously observing the running position of his teammates.

He saw that Lemar was finally in place, and he also saw the potential possibility of teaming up with Germain.

His legs were almost unconscious, and he remembered what Spinoli had told him about the energy supply in his body, and terms like glycogen and adenosine popped out at a rate of 15.

He knew that Lacazette and Fekir, who had sprinted nearly 100 meters to defend the defense, were not a problem, because they were facing the same predicament caused by glycogen or adenosine as himself.

He saw Rafael, who stepped forward decisively, the distribution of Lyon's entire defensive line, and all the teammates who were moving and running around him.

He saw and knew that Morel had been running wildly to the middle to fill the position since he was passed by himself, and I am afraid that even Morel himself did not expect that he had just "caught" by mistake.

None of this had any effect on his resolve.

It was as if he saw that his OFF button was about to fall, and there was no other choice, now.

But he didn't see the goal!

Between himself and the goal guarded by López, there is a nightmare that has plagued him until now Tolisso!

When he launched this attack from the backfield and set up a game to get rid of Tolisso, Li Liang knew that he had only won a temporary victory.

If you want to fulfill your promise, there is a Tolisso in between.

Morel has already posted up, he is much calmer than Valbuena, and knows that there shouldn't be much to be done with the number 17 under Tolisso's frontal defense.

Lyon's left wing-back knew he couldn't afford to foul the number 17 lightly at this time, so he conceded a dangerous free-kick or even a red card, giving up the good fortune.

Morel's close interference made it more difficult for Li Liang to move, and he really wanted to fall to the ground directly, his legs were already too tired.

He can't do it yet, and when he has nothing, he only has to persevere.

If you lose this goal, as a player, you won't be able to get anything out of this game.

Nothing to promise, not even honor, he just wants to break through two steps.

He wants to knock on the door of victory for his teammates at the end of all this -

Li Liang suddenly found that he had already seen the goal.

Tolisso was preoccupied, and everything that had happened was exactly what he had a hunch.

After Li Liang dodged the two men in the air, Tolisso was ready for the biggest test of the match at the top of the arc.

He saw that Valbuena, Tusar, Alexandre Lacazette and Rafael did not stop Li Liang from returning to the middle of the penalty area.

All this has finally happened, and the 17th is about to come to him, only two steps away.

Tolisso was convinced that even Morel, who seemed to have succeeded in sticking to Li Liang, would never be able to make him stop.

The one who should come will always come, come on, number 17, let's face it head-on.

Let's divide the winners and losers in a dignified manner.

Despite the turmoil in his heart, Tolisso observed with unprecedented calmness.

The ball was closer to Li Liang, and the rolling route and Li Liang's angle were very small, so it was almost impossible to get past his own defense and complete the shooting action at this level.

Even if he barely shoots on goal, it is impossible to pose a threat to López.

Tolisso, who had his back to the goal, didn't know the situation behind him, he was determined to only defend Li Liang's breakthrough, if Li Liang could send a second pass in front of him, then he would be a special resignation!

It seems that Li Liang's left foot is a little weak when he lands, and the center of gravity of his body is obviously unstable, Tolisso tensed his body and rushed out of the arc of the forbidden area!

Just one step!

Tolisso decided that now was the best time, he had stretched out his legs, and he was convinced that he had won!

Li Liang's vision was a little blurred, and he felt that the deep breath before exerting his strength consumed his remaining strength.

He saw the snatch of Tolisso, who was already less than 3 meters away from him.

Tolisso, if you don't come, I really can't hold it anymore!

Of course, he can still support his body, it is Morel who deliberately falls backwards.

When he was in Manchester City, New York City's assistant coach, "Super Technical Analysis Man" Latangio helped Li Liang repeatedly analyze the characteristics of "Brazilian lone wolf" Romario.

In the opponent's long man like a forest, the muscles are rampant in the penalty area, and the goal is like a mustard, and Romario, who has won the first rank of the general in the million-dollar army, uses his 1.68-meter-tall body to the extreme.

Of course, "Lone Wolf's" natural reaction speed, explosiveness and flexibility are also important reasons for his unscrupulous behavior.

Now Li Liang has nothing, only fatigue to the extreme, and he can barely squeeze out his energy anymore.

He began to lean back in the same way he had seen Romario's usual leaning movements.

Morel was pressed by Li Liang's heavy body, he thought that the opponent was going to rely on him to protect the ball, and in his anger, he secretly tried to squeeze Li Liang away from the ball!

Feeling the power coming from behind him, Li Liang understood that he was only one step away.

He didn't shoot or kick the ball, but quickly hooked the ball back with his right foot and sent it right in front of him.

Tolisso was shocked to see Li Liang and Morel's body confrontation force to complete the emergency stop and touch the ball, completely facing himself!

Now his ferociousness is based on the judgment that it is difficult for No. 17 to complete the ball control and connection action, and now the opponent has completed a beautiful connection action with strength!

Tolisso didn't know that the No. 17 in front of him was no longer able to sprint, and his heart was instantly filled with great fear-

If Li Liang passes himself again, Monaco's positional attack will kill his entire defensive line!

When such a bayonet is red, it will be a fatal mistake that cannot be accepted by any means.

Tolisso had no choice, and at the great risk of injuring a knee ligament, he pressed his weight down on his legs in an desperate attempt to slow down.

He could even clearly hear his knees and ankles clicking, and he was desperate for only one thought, which must not be broken.

It is no longer possible for Li Liang to break through anyone, even the little caddy Renault can now defend his breakthrough.

In the 35th minute of the first half, when Li Liang blocked Tolisso's long-range shot, he was directly hit by the opponent's heavy artillery and went into shock.

Embarrassed to tell him that Tolisso's hidden shot power now has a terrifying 87.

That's almost more than 90 percent of professional players in the world.

Li Liang already knew that he was among the 90 percent.

But I finally got this opportunity, but I could barely finish running!

Li Liang raised his left arm, and Tolisso was completely unable to move.

Li Liang is clearly going to shoot with force, is he shaking? What the hell is he going to do?

Football in its simplest form is about to come back soon.

I forgot that at the University of Political Science and Law, Da Xiong took the trouble to teach him the technical essentials of the instep volley.

Forgetting about Latubi's nighttime light, Spinoli helped himself to analyse that when his fitness drops, the power of his shot will gradually get out of control, but will become more and more powerful.

Forget what you told yourself, in fact, you also have an excellent shooting power of 79, and you have surpassed more than 80% of professional players in the world.

Even if your shooting power is the worst in the world, why not?

It's like when you were a kid and you wanted to save the world with a stack of paper pistols, so what's the matter?

I can't run, so what's the matter?

I can't see the goal clearly, so what's the point?

It's going to fall in the next second, so what's the matter————

Tolisso's eyes widened, and he watched Li Liang raise his left arm and take the step of running as if he was walking-

The range of action is not like a burst of power at all, but the calf has completed the final acceleration swing!

There was a muffled "boom" that would remain in Morel and Tolisso's memory for a long time to come.

Li Liang's body was almost parallel to the ground when he finished the shot - in order to hold the first and last shot of the game as much as possible, the knee of his right leg had reached his chest.

The ball left Li Liang's feet and flew into the air with a roar.

When he saw the goal for the last time, Li Liang had already memorized the direction of the goal and the position of López.

He remembers trying to kick the boccia ball into the bottom left corner of the goal, and the line went right through Tolisso's legs, and if he was lucky, López might be obscured by Tolisso.

But Li Liang was too tired.

When he made the final leg swing, he was helpless.

At a distance of more than 1 meter from Tolisso, the right leg that swings with the movement seems to touch the opponent, and if it is a sober moment, Li Liang will feel like he is facing a wall and shooting.

Isn't that the stupidest choice?

It was too close, and he was too exhausted to fully hold the ball.

Isn't this stupidity like banging your head against a wall?

Facing the swaying Li Liang, Toliso didn't know how to react at all, and when he heard the loud noise, he understood, this guy really hit the door?

30 meters from the goal, only one step away, did he really hit the goal?

Tolisso suddenly thought that he still had to straddle his legs as far as he could in order to stop suddenly-

He felt like he had been hit in his left leg with a punch, even though it was impossible to do himself any damage.

But he knew it would be fatal to the team!

Li Liang has fallen forward, and he has even given all the strength to think-

The ball hit Tolisso's inner left thigh, changed direction violently, and drew an incredible arc high through Changhong-

Under the stars on a winter night in the Mediterranean, under the lights of the Louis II Stadium, in the eyes of countless people, in the hoarse shouts in the Seven Stars Sports studio, in the computer screen at five o'clock in the morning, this arc once again transformed into a rainbow.

The ball flew at an astonishing speed, spun rapidly, and flew into the gate from a height and angle that López could not have touched, grazing the beam!

2:1！