At half-time, the lethargic Paris Saint-Germain fell behind 0-2. Falling behind in the score, in the game, is very common. However, Rakenbe saw no hope of winning and his players fell asleep in the first half.

Racing in such hot weather is very difficult in itself. The journey to Monaco was exhausting and exhausting too much energy, and these guys went to fool around last night and spent their energy on women. They are like a hollowed-out body, and how can they confront Monaco who is waiting for their opponents to come to the door.

What's more, Monaco II is a strong team in its own right. They finished second in last year's Youth League. And Paris is only fifth.

Last year's big defeat in Paris here was a disgrace, like a thorn in Lakenbey's heart, and he wanted to pull out the thorn. However, he found that his hand did not have any strength, and the thorn pierced deeper and deeper!

Lakenbay was bored, he was very angry!

At halftime, Rakenbe yelled at the players: "I was insulted by the other side last year, do you still want to be insulted by the other party today?" What did you bastards do last night for such an important game? ”

Sack glanced at Arendt secretly, and Arendt didn't have any expression on his face, as if he had been very well-behaved last night and had done nothing. Several other players had shame on their faces. Tang Jue frowned slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression: Could it be that kind of thing has an impact on the state of the game?

Rakenbay looked their expressions in his eyes, and he confirmed his suspicions. Rakenbe said viciously: "I don't want to know about your private life, and I won't care about it, it's your freedom." However, I'm the coach and I'm in charge of the game. How do you play in such a state? How to beat the opponent? ”

"Defeat the opponent? If you can't even defeat yourself, how can you defeat your opponent? You bastards! The more he talked, the more angry he became, he thought that this year's addition of Tang Jue would strengthen the forward line and at least be able to compete with the opponent, but in the first half, they saw a little hope.

"To be a great player, you have to overcome yourself, over your unnecessary desires, those desires that are holding you back," said Rakenbe. Now you should cheer up, your pride has been trampled under each other's feet, and break free from each other's feet. ”

Pointing to the glare sunlight, Rakenbay said, "Let them be bare in the sun, let them fly in the scorching sun!" ”

Pride, the pride of youth.

How can the pride of youth be trampled on by others!

The eyes of the team members slowly changed, and the fighting spirit was slowly gathering. These fighting spirits were consumed yesterday by the fatigue of the boats and cars; These fighting spirits were consumed on the beauties last night; These fighting spirits, in the first half, were shattered by the opponent's ferocious attack and scattered somewhere on the turf.

These fighting spirits are the flagpoles of the proud banner!

Tang Jue's eyes began to sharpen, and the score of 0 to 2 was like a sharp blade, cutting his heart, and his heart was dripping blood. Tang Jue is a person who pursues victory, and Tang Jue is a person who pursues greatness!

His childhood idol was Ronnie, the great striker who terrified all defenders in the world. If you want to be great, you have to do something great!

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At the start of the second half, Sack was shouting loudly, and he wanted to use this way to get himself and his teammates excited. He wanted his proud banner to fly high in the scorching air!

Paris Saint-Germain in the white jersey changed the slump of the first half and they became more aggressive. They are like white waves on a huge wave, rolling up huge waves on the emerald green turf, and for a while, the waves are magnificent!

Monaco is like a red sun, looking down on the waves. This is their home stadium, where they led 2-0 in the first half and won 4-1 on this turf last year.

It's Brot's birthday, and they're going to celebrate his birthday with a big win!

Two fierce beasts, fighting under the scorching sun, the scene is spectacular!

There was a faint joy in Rakenbay's eyebrows, how can a team without fighting spirit compete with a strong opponent, let alone defeat the opponent.

Rackenbe stepped out of the shadow of the bench and stood in the command area of the field, exposed to the scorching sun, and endured the scorching sun with his players, he wanted to use his actions to tell his players that he was with them!

Be with them, not to sunbathe, but to defeat your opponents!

There is no audience to cheer on, he has to use his own way to cheer for the players!

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In the seventh minute of the second half, Tang Jue had his first shot of the game, he received a direct pass from Hadad, pulled his foot in the penalty area, and the football slid out. Tang Jue gave a thumbs up to Hadad!

Two minutes later, Monaco striker Rickendo shot from outside the box that was cleared away by Alexander-Arnold.

The two sides were evenly matched on the field. Time was passing fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already twenty minutes into the second half. The score did not change at all, and Monaco still led 2-0.

After 20 minutes of fierce confrontation, the Paris Saint-Germain players were tired. Sack felt that his strength was reaching the limit, and every time he breathed, it was very difficult. The scorching air turned the moisture on the mucous membranes of his throat into water vapor, which then diffused into the air through his nose and mouth.

Sack felt his mouth dry, and he swallowed hard, trying to make his smoking throat feel better.

This is like a furnace of arenas, and his remaining physical energy is about to be roasted out!

He fought a wavy-headed beauty for two rounds last night. It took a lot of physical energy, and he experienced from it, an excitement that he had never felt before, an excitement that was different from that of his girlfriend. When he got back to the hotel at one o'clock last night, he fell asleep, and slept soundly, as sweetly as he had been a baby.

The excitement and passion were almost all consumed last night. At half-time, Rakenbe sparked his fighting spirit and renewed his excitement and passion, allowing him to play around his opponents in the first 20 minutes of the second half.

But, in this scorching air, he has reached his limit!

Like Sark, the other teammates rushed to the fatigue of their bodies, and their running figures slowly became slow.

Paris had to shrink to their own half, and Lakenbe shouted loudly from the sidelines, his voice a little hoarse. In the scorching sun, he stood for twenty minutes. He sweated a lot, his body, lost a lot of water. His throat, during these twenty minutes, has hardly rested.

Rakenbay's eyes showed anxiety, and now it seems that defeating the opponent is a fantasy, and it is a great blessing to be able to prevent the opponent from scoring again. Rakenbe shook his head in his heart, he couldn't shake his head in reality, he couldn't affect his teammates.

The bench in Paris was silent, they knew that the outcome of this game was decided, and no one could change it.

Tang has not given up yet, for him, there is no such thing as giving up, standing on the court is standing on the battlefield, and no one can say defeat until the end of the war. The football game he pursues is a winning game!

Tang Jue retreated to his own half, he couldn't get the ball in the front court, the ball was not at his feet, how to attack. Only Arendt was left up front, and his speed was great and a weapon when defending counter-attacks. The main thing is that this guy simply does not want to participate in the team's defense.

Tang Jue is running actively, and since he can't get the support of his teammates, he has to use his own efforts to intercept the opposing player's feet.

At the Confucius Institute, the teacher said: During the Anti-Japanese War, the country's industry was very backward, and the Eighth Route Army was even more miserable, and could only make a small number of weapons. In order not to let their homeland fall, in order to drive the enemy out of the city. They are solving this problem in other ways.

There is a song in the Eighth Route Army, and the lyrics have such sentences: "No guns, no cannons, the enemy made us!" ”

Tang Jue wants to learn the Eighth Route Army, he wants to rob!