"Damn, where did he come from!"

Bordeaux coach Gomes had already run out of the dugout to celebrate, but the ball didn't go in, so he couldn't help but curse and turned around and slapped the baffle above the dugout. If only this goal had been scored, Lille's morale would have definitely taken a big hit, and today's game would have been solid.

"Good guys!" Puel also rushed out, clenching his fist into the air, glad that it was good to have Reeves.

Puel was ready for the team to be scored, but he didn't expect to escape.

Not dying in a catastrophe will boost morale.

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"Well done!" Cabaye, who returned to the defense, cleared the ball, and then rushed over and hugged Reeves, shouting at him at the throat, venting the excitement of the rest of his life.

Cabaye felt that he almost became the sinner of the team, he saw the formation of a single knife and subconsciously retracted the pace of defense, waiting for the result of the duel between the striker and the goalkeeper, but unexpectedly Miku got the opportunity to make up the shot, but fortunately Reeves blocked the goal.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the coach was a sinner because he did not complete the task thoroughly, which led to the team being scored.

The young and competitive Cabaye would never allow himself to bear the name of a sinner.

So he's glad Reeves blocked the lob shot.

Reeves broke free, smacked Cabaye on the chest, and yelled at him, "John, cheer up, don't relax, pester him, don't give him a chance." Reeves, worried that his friend's poor performance would make a bad impression on the coach, reminded Cabaye loudly.

Cabaye punched back and nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, that guy will be handed over to me later, you can score a goal." If you give him another chance, you unload my four tires. ”

The Lille crowd also gathered around, patting Reeves' head excitedly, no one wanted to be overtaken by the score, let alone a two-goal lead.

The game continues.

The score was still 2-2, but the morale changed again, and the morale of the Lille team was obviously up.

Although the coach's half-time remarks affected most people, there were still a few people who were immersed in the negative emotions of being equalized in the first half, and the psychological gap that escaped at the moment made these people finally return to normal.

Lille's movement and coordination have improved.

Cabaye, who had learned his lesson, stuck to Miku every step of the way, like a one-piece baby, following wherever he went. Frequently hit Miku with his body, and occasionally used some hidden small movements to interfere with Miku's passing.

The effect was clear, Miku was running more and more, but receiving the ball less and less, and there were mistakes in passing.

Puel nodded in satisfaction on the sidelines, and that's what he wanted to see. Bordeaux has indeed increased its strength because of Miku's arrival, but it has also brought a weakness to Bordeaux, that is, the attack is too dependent on Miku's play, as long as Miku does not play well, then Bordeaux will be blocked in attack.

Lille overwhelmed their opponents on the pitch, but Bordeaux's defence remained solid, and Reeves continued to shoot when he had his chances.

70th minute.

Reeves received Cabaye's stealing pass, and with a neat change of direction accelerated past Mavuba and burst into the box, catching up with the rolling ball before being surrounded with an outside volley.

Because Reeves was not obsessed with passing in the second half and shot when he had the chance, Bordeaux goalkeeper Ulrich Lame saw Reeves burst into the box and was very focused.

Seeing Reeves' shot at this moment, Lame, who had been prepared, raised his hands and pounced on the football with his hands in the air.

"Lame got out!"

Although Lame pounced on the ball, the ball was too powerful and the ball hit his palm and bounced back.

Reeves was waiting for this moment, and Reeves, who had been prepared, shoveled diagonally towards the football.

"Block him!" Bordeaux coach Gomez, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help but shout when he saw the goalkeeper get out of his hands.

Reeves tackled the ball and the ball rolled into the gap between Lame's fingertips and the goalpost, at which point Lame, who was lying on the lawn, did not have time to get up, but jerked his waist and abdomen upward, driving his body to move a few centimeters towards the goalpost.

These few centimeters are usually insignificant, but they are extremely important at this moment.

Lame's fingertips moved towards the post with his body, just in time to touch the rolling football.

Reeves knew it was bad, the gap was already narrow, and the ball changed direction after being touched by his fingertips, hit the post and bounced out, and was cleared by the oncoming defenders to clear the touchline.

"Beautiful save!" Desailly was amazed by Lame's speed of reaction.

The Bordeaux coach on the sidelines breathed a sigh of relief that despite Lame's inconsistent performances, he was able to maintain the No. 1 goalkeeper position because Gomez valued his reflexes.

This time, it's his reaction speed that makes a difference.

The Lille fans in the stands let out a loud sigh that it was a shame that there was no goal. A draw doesn't have enough security for them. They want their team to seal the win as soon as possible, and they are in a bit of a hurry.

Reeves punched the ground in frustration, his face full of regret.

It's a pity that the opportunity I finally waited for was just a little bit close.

Hearing a sigh from the stands, Reeves got up and ran behind the goal, stretched out his hands in front of the stands, and raised his arms from the bottom to the top, trying to boost the morale of the fans.

Cabaye followed suit, making the same move.

The Lille fans were cheered up when they saw their movements, and they remembered the team's performance in the past few minutes, and they believed that if they continued to play like this, they would definitely knock on the Bordeaux goal.

So the stadium resounded with bursts of cheering.

73rd minute.

Reeves took the ball with his back outside the small penalty area, flicked the ball to his side, and turned around to shoot a shot on goal, which was full of power and speed, and it was in front of the goalkeeper in a blink of an eye.

Lame made a flying save to block the incoming ball, but the ball was so powerful that Lame still couldn't hold it firmly.

Sell!

Fortunately, this time the ball was not far away, Lamei was glad in his heart, staggered up and pounced on the football not far away, as soon as his fingertips touched the ball, he heard the sound of the ball being hit by the instep, Lame's fingertips fell short, and his body fell to the ground again.

"Reeves!"

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL," Dugari shouted in a long voice.

"Reeves shoots the ball into the net!"

The entire Stade de Lille was boiling in an instant!

The moment the ball was shot, Reeves rushed in the direction where the ball was flying. He doesn't know if the goal will go in, he doesn't know if Lame will get out this time, he just knows that he is ready to shoot at any time.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared!