"Welcome to the Central Five, where the first round of the Champions League knockout match is being broadcast live, and the two teams are of course Manchester City and Montpellier, which everyone is most concerned about now," Duan Xuan's opening remarks sounded again in the CCTV commentary hall.

And Tao Wei beside him also picked up Duan Xuan's words as always.

"It's really not popular at two o'clock in the morning, but I believe that there may still be a lot of viewers and friends in front of the TV who stay up late with me and Duan Xuan."

"Director Tao laughed, it's not possible, it should be a certainty, after all, there is Ye Xin in Manchester City now"

"Yes, I didn't expect that in just two years, Ye Xin has become an internationally renowned star"

The two had already chatted in the commentary room before the game, from Manchester City's recent situation to the rise of Montpellier, the two were still very knowledgeable about football, and did not let the waiting time before the game be cold.

But even if the two don't say anything, the audience who will stay in front of the TV will definitely not choose to leave.

"Lan Lan, why hasn't the game started yet, will Brother Ye play?"

Zhou Xiaobei's words suddenly gave Roland goosebumps, and she couldn't help but stay away from Zhou Xiaobei.

"It's going to be fast, it's going to be a game for the leaves"

……

"Skinny Monkey, why did you come at this time?" As soon as he saw Liang Chun appear at the door of the bar, he immediately beckoned him to his booth.

"Hey, isn't it because it took a little time to find out my precious clothes," Liang Chun said proudly, pointing to the No. 30 jersey with black and yellow on his body.

"Come on, isn't it just a sign with a leaf on it?"

"What leaves, please call them leaf gods! And the signature is nothing, this dress is what he wears! ”

"Hey, buddy, do you really have Ye Xin's signature on this dress? Or did he wear it? Liang Chun's loud voice finally attracted the attention of a booth around him, and one of the tall, thin middle-aged men stood up and asked with great interest.

There are not many football bars in Beijing, and the people who came here today are basically for the match between Manchester City and Montpellier, and it is self-evident who they are here for.

"Of course! Does the Northern Management Institute know no, didn't Ye Shen come to help them play a game? ”

"Know, Know"

"We are from the hospital, and this dress is what Ye Shen wore in the original game"

"I'll go, buddy, you're amazing!"

"Haha, that's a must!"

"Do you sell clothes?"

"Of course not!"

……

"Nils, how many balls did you say Ye would save today?"

"How many balls to save? Is there any mistake, what is there to guess about this, why don't we bet on how many goals Ye Xin will score today? ”

"Oh? How many do you bet on? ”

"Zero, of course"

"Cut~"

……

"Sister, aren't you going to sleep?" Lucas's aphasia was finally half healed, and Hannah, who was yawning incessantly, asked with concern.

"It's okay" Hannah shook her head and then cheered up and looked at the TV, although she worked late yesterday, but now it is only half past seven in the evening, how can she go to sleep without watching Ye Xin's game.

……

"Leaf, come on!" Fang Rou put snacks on the ground, and then hugged the pillow and watched TV energetically.

……

A game that brings different crowds together in front of the TV is the charm of football, not only because of the football itself, but also because of everyone who has contributed to it.

And Mancini, who thinks he has done no less than anyone else, and René Girard finally stood on the sidelines together.

With the referee's whistle, the first knockout match of the Champions League began at the Stade Mossson in Montpellier.

At the beginning of the game, the two sides were not as energetic as they imagined.

Both sides were unusually cautious and began to test each other.

Montpellier, who played 4-1-2-2-1, and Manchester City, who played 4-2-1-2-2-1 in the middle, used a counter-attacking posture.

Both teams began to struggle for control of the centre circle.

It's just that as time goes by, Manchester City's stacking in the middle and the strong defense of Yaya Toure and others slowly shift control to Manchester City.

Very good!

Mancini nodded with satisfaction, the situation on the field was just as he expected, Manchester City relied on strong individual player qualities, slowly suppressed Montpellier.

Montpellier is still too few stars after all.

Although they won the Ligue 1 title last season with their strong defense and tacit understanding, Ligue 1 is Ligue 1 after all, although Ligue 1 also has a place in the five major leagues, but in Mancini's view, Ligue 1 is still a certain distance from the Premier League.

However, Montpellier is really good, he can squeeze from the second-rate league to the first-class league and still win the championship, and he did not rely on any strong reinforcements, thinking of this, Mancini couldn't help but look at René Girard, who was standing on the sidelines like him not far away.

A very good manager.

René Girard didn't know that Mancini was still observant of himself at the moment, he was staring closely at the center of the field, frowning slightly, as if he were a stone Buddha statue, watching all the players run motionlessly.

The midfielders fought for possession, unsurprisingly.

Manchester City have the upper hand, as expected.

City began to find a rhythm in attack, and unsurprisingly.

Montpellier's strong defence left City at a loss, as expected.

Edin Dzeko, who started the game, was unsurprising.

The tactics against him for the anti-grab point came into effect.

Aguero's form was too slow to get into, and the one-man guard took effect.

Silva is at odds with Edin Dzeko because of Tevez, and that's right.

City's trident failed to link up and the attack failed.

It's good, just kick it like that.

Patience, patience, watching City tighten the ball in midfield, René Girard was not prepared to do anything to change the situation, he tried to restrain his desire to be on the spot now.

It's all temporary.

All the preparations I made were for the strongest blow.

René Girard, who was still like a clay sculpture, finally moved his eyes, but after glancing at Ye Xin in front of Manchester City, he immediately regained his mind.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

Eight minutes.

Ten minutes.

The two teams are running faster and faster, the action is getting more and more intense, and the competition for the ball in the middle is getting hotter and hotter, although Manchester City still has the advantage on the surface, but Montpellier is like an army that does not know how to get tired, and it continues to press in the middle.

Although Mancini is still indifferently watching the players on both sides of the grass at the moment, he is still telling himself to be stable.

Only by holding it steady and not arbitrarily directing changes tactics to disrupt the rhythm of the players can the rest of Manchester City be stable, and as long as it is stable, a little advantage will slowly expand until Montpellier can no longer make up for it.

Both teams are like a lion and a tiger, waiting for that opportunity that doesn't know when it will come up.