Lin Yi, who was still sitting just now, was standing in the box at this moment, feeling the chill coming towards him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Joey Barton stood beside him, grabbed tightly by Lin Yi.

Bam Adebayo, who had taken the penalty, waved his hands at the crowd and motioned for them to cheer them louder.

As soon as Lin pulled Joey Patton, his heart was already cold, colder than the rain in London.

Frustrated captain Mandanda still collapsed in front of the muddy goal, his eyes blank.

It wasn't that he was crushed by those two goals, but he was a little nervous and wondered if anything else terrible would happen in a while.

With less than half an hour into the first half, Marseille were already two goals behind on the road.

Andre Ayew shook the rain off his head and wiped his face again, shaking off the liquid, which I don't know if it was sweat or rain.

At this time, he realized that the hands he raised were trembling slightly.

Running in the rain really consumes more physical strength than usual.

Andre had been a little numb from the rain at this time, he had forgotten a little, and now he felt tired, not only because he had been running a lot, but probably because it was too meaningless to run.

In the previous games, when Lin Yi was on the field, Andre's running distance and consumption were more than today's rain battle. But the kind of running that pays off doesn't seem too tiring.

Deschamps looked at the scattered team in the midfield and couldn't help but miss the Chinese who had only played a few times in his own team.

Is it a mistake to continue to insist on "4-1-1-4" today? So what should be done now?

Valbuena's organizational ability in the midfield is indeed much inferior to Lin Yi, and Tottenham's strength is strong enough, so Marseille was forced to be left and right by Tottenham.

In the stands, many reporters have already begun to see off Marseille, and there is indeed no hope for such a game.

As time went on, the situation faced by the team got worse and worse.

At this point, Marseille's ambition to simply sweep away White Hart Lane has become more realistic to score an away goal.

Unfortunately, until the end of the first half, their wish did not come true.

The good news is that they haven't conceded a third goal.

The Marseille players who returned to the dressing room were out of breath and fell to their positions.

The last to come in was coach Didier Deschamps.

The head coach, who already had a lot of gray hair, was already soaking wet all over his body at the moment, but he didn't bother to change his clothes, he just quickly picked up the tactical board and made a new arrangement.

Joy Barton finally relaxed at this time, and was leaning back on his couch to catch his breath.

Lin Yi felt that his teammate was going to have some kind of epilepsy or something like that, so he had to call the doctor.

Joey Button, who didn't have a very ventilated nose because of a cold, said sullenly: "If I were on the field, I wouldn't have let that guy Bale score the first goal!" Damn, Benoit was too hesitant. ”

Lin Yi, who didn't know what he was thinking, was noncommittal, just taking care of himself.

Didier Deschamps rearranged his tactics and he was ready to replace Carboni, who had underperformed in the game, in midfield.

After all, he is recovering from a major injury, and maybe he still needs some time to rest and adapt.

But as soon as he looked at the substitute lineup, he began to struggle again.

In Joey Barton's absence, who will be replaced to defend?

After a moment's hesitation, he was finally ready to switch to a defender and play in a "5-1-1-3" formation.

You can only fight back, and if you can get in, you can pick it up. If you can't get in, then you can only say that you are unlucky.

Deschamps, who had already pinned the victory or defeat of the game on luck, suddenly felt that his repeated mobilization before the game seemed a little ridiculous, and then looked at his players, he felt an inexplicable irritability.

He gritted his teeth and threw the tactical board aside, shouting at his players as he did when he was a young man, "I still play like before, I don't believe Tottenham are really that strong!" Andrei! Charles! Will you two be able to hold on? ”

Both of the coaches nodded quickly, and Deschamps clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Then he turned to Remy, who is an efficient goalscorer and has always had high hopes for Deschamps.

Remy didn't wait for the coach to ask him, he immediately nodded, "Don't worry! Coach, a second half, can withstand it! ”

Unexpectedly, Deschamps did not thank Remy for his cooperation, but shouted to his disciple: "Who asked if you can withstand it!" Bastard! I'm telling you, even if you can't stand it, you have to hold me up! Then use your speed to charge the Tottenham defence! Deschamps didn't forget Gignac, who was still drinking with his head down, "And you, use your body to squeeze a way out of Royco!" I don't believe it! ”

Lin Yi, who was sitting in the box, had relaxed again at this time and drank coffee.

According to his thoughts, that's the end of the game anyway, instead of being nervous in vain, it's better to take a good rest and prepare for the next league.

Lin Yi, who has a ridiculously big heart, has no idea that in the dressing room without himself and Joey Barton, Deschamps is making such a tragic midfield arrangement.

The rain outside didn't seem to stop, and Joy Barton, who was sitting on the side, also drank tea.

Just as Lin Yi stared at a stadium lamp outside, Joey Patton suddenly spoke.

"Do you know why I'm in Marseille now?"

Lin Yi is not unaware of Joey Patton, and naturally knows the glorious deeds of his teammate in the past.

However, eating people is short-mouthed, and seeing that the box he is in is still arranged by Joey Barton, Lin Yi decided not to be realistic.

"Maybe the Premier League environment isn't for you, right? I see you played in the Premier League for a long time and then left, so you must be uncomfortable. ”

Joey Barton hid his face behind the cup and said in a deep voice, "No."

Lin Yi was stunned, looking at this posture, this mustache is still a male classmate with a story?

"One of the most important reasons is because I don't like the weather. I think the weather in the whole of Britain is terrible. ”

Lin Yi wanted to complain, but found that there was actually nothing to say.

"It's hard to imagine, right? Of course, I have to admit that I left because I couldn't get through in the Premier League, but I've always felt that the weather in my home country was really disgusting. ”

As he spoke, the players of the two teams had already begun to enter.

Barton didn't care to continue talking, but hurriedly stood up, and he came to the window to take a closer look, and couldn't help but curse.

"Holy, what the hell is this going on? The first half was beaten like that, but it didn't change the formation? What's wrong with the coach today? ”

For a variety of reasons, Deschamps has a lot of prestige in his team, and few people will question his actions, like Joey Barton now.

Lin Yi was just slandering, but from the bottom of his heart, he also felt that the coach's hand did play a little bit of personality.

Joey Barton looked at Lin Yi unhappily, "You say, what the hell is Didier trying to do?" Could it be that he is really old and confused? Or is it a broken jar? ”

Lin Yi spread his hands, "I don't know, but in our China, there is another saying for his behavior, which is called 'putting death and then living'." What you're talking about is a very stupid behavior, and what I'm talking about is a kind of bull X mentality. ”

It turns out that Lin Yi blew a little too much to Deschamps, and he did put him to death, but unfortunately there was no afterlife.

At the start of the second half, the Marseille players, who had been beaten by Didier Deschamps in midfield, ran very seriously and tried to suppress their opponents.

It's a pity that it's still the same as in the first half. Tottenham opened the game with a fierce attack and easily re-suppressed Marseille's momentum.

And then it's the ball, one, two......

By the end of the game, the entire Tottenham squad had already begun to celebrate their early qualification to the Europa League final.

The score was 5-0 and Marseille did not even score a single away goal.

It is an exaggeration to say that there are many bad lucks and few auspicious people, and they are now completely fish and meat pressed on the board. Or rather, the prey that has fallen into the trap entirely.

The next game, too, is meaningless after this one.

Although it is at the home of Marseille, Marseille can only look at Tottenham's face.

As Lin Yi walked out of the box with Joey Barton, Lin Yi felt his teammates' legs tremble.

Seeing that Deschamps was still shaking hands with Redknapp and talking, like an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years, Lin Yi felt for the first time that the head coach was actually a job with a clear conscience......

The rain still didn't stop, and Lin Yi looked at the Tottenham fans who were happily leaving.

Turning his head, he looked at the away fan seats.

It was already empty, and Lin Yi was a little surprised.

He's thinking about the state of Marseille's fans when they leave the stands, disappointed, frustrated? Or swearing, wantonly defining Deschamps, the players and even the opponents, the referees, the weather and the lack of round balls in the game. It was judged to be the cause of Marseille's defeat in this game.

It seems that the referee should be the one who carries the biggest pot, Lin Yi thought so, and suddenly wanted to find a Marseille fan to comfort him.

After Barton and Lin Yi came out of the box, they did not rush to get on the bus, but went directly back to the team's locker room.

The moment Lin Yi entered the locker room, he only felt as if he had crossed over.

Wasn't I in the locker room? Why did you suddenly have a feeling as if you had entered someone's mourning hall at this moment?

Deschamps, who put himself and the team to death but was unable to survive in the end, has already gone to the press conference at this time.

Captain Mandanda wasn't with him, and when Deschamps called himself, Mandanda just muttered in a blur in his eyes, "I need a break." ”

André was sitting in front of his cupboard with a look of chagrin, not knowing what he was thinking.

Captain Mandanda, who personally buried the team's hard work for most of the season, sat on the ground, wearing gloves and wet clothes, and didn't even take a shower......