Football: I coach Melo, the only man in history

Chen Long was very calm and did not rush the ball.

Until Joan Ameni rushed over, stretched out the soles of his feet, and launched a fierce threatening momentum!
Only then did he step on his bicycle in a calm manner and pass him by.

But after passing Joan Armeni and Fofana, this guy was already ready to block on the other side, and he went straight up to grab it fiercely at this moment!

Chen Long put his mind to the side, wanting to play a big game, so he quickly adjusted the angle and made a crotch pass.

However, the ball passed, but people couldn't.

Fofana directly dragged Chen Long to the ground with some dirty tricks!
Then he rushed up and took control of the ball.

"Hey!"

"This is a foul, a foul!"

"There is movement in the hand!"

After falling to the ground, Chen Long found that the referee did not notice Fofana's dirty moves just now, and was still refereeing the game.

As a last resort, he got up quickly and joined the defensive queue.

Fortunately, the Paris players did a good job defending and did not give Monaco an opportunity.

The attack was resolved.

However, the hatred between the two sides ended here.

In the 13th minute of the game, Paris made a comeback after failing the previous round of attack!
Verratti and Chen Long are like two never-ending engines, constantly releasing their energy and steadily sorting out the team's offense.

At this time, Monaco coach Kovac couldn't help it.

He can't tolerate Paris scurrying around in his own half and commanding next!

"Golovin, Diop cooperates with Fofana's siege!"

"Don't let these guys easily transfer the ball in our half, and you two full-backs, run as much as possible and put pressure on the opponent!"

After all, Monaco's formation changed, and many people began to retreat and move towards the middle.

Seeing this, Chen Long breathed a sigh of relief.

What he wanted was this effect, and he and Verratti passed it back and forth here, waiting for this opportunity for five or six minutes!
Therefore, after Chen Long received the ball next time, he did not choose to cooperate with his surrounding teammates.

He raised his right hand high and gestured for a number three!

Neymar in the frontcourt understood and moved forward quickly!
The moment he started, a ball passed through the encirclement and landed precisely in the penalty area of ​​Monaco.

This long pass made the Monaco players approaching Chen Long unexpected!

They turned and looked!

A figure suddenly appeared in the penalty area. At this time, Monaco's main central defender Brazil Dial panicked for a moment. While raising his hand to signal that he was suspected of offside, he tried to move closer to the left.

On the sidelines, the lineman followed and ran, but did not raise the flag!
In the penalty area, Neymar, who steadily unloaded the ball, walked slowly after knowing that he was not offside.

When Brazil Dial came to kill him, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and his right foot flicked easily.

Wear crotch ball!
Brazilian Diale became angry immediately, and pulled Neymar, who was about to run past him, and pulled him down hard!
boom!
When Neymar fell, he also won a penalty for the team.

In 19 minutes, before the penalty kick, Neymar looked at the net not far away with electricity in his eyes and a smile in his eyes.

On the goal line, the main goalkeeper Lekent stretched his arms, eager to try!

With the sound of the whistle, Neymar started to run, and his center of gravity shifted to the left. Leconte made a save at the first time, and fell to his right hand!

——歘!

What greeted him was Neymar's easy goal!
"Damn!"

Leconte thumped the ball angrily. He had studied Neymar's penalty kicks before and knew that the Samba superstar likes to make fake moves to confuse the goalkeeper.

Therefore, when Neymar shifted his center of gravity to the left and shot to the right, he reversed his thinking.

It must be the opposite direction!
So, he rushed directly in the opposite direction, but unexpectedly, Neymar hit the right side!

He swung in the wrong direction.

In other words, Neymar predicted his prediction.

In this psychological game, after all, Neymar has the upper hand!

A point shot scored and Paris led 1:0.

The 32th minute of the game.

Standing on the sidelines, Chen Feng frowned and looked at the generals of Monaco who played a sharp counterattack on the field, and couldn't help but sighed: "As expected of Monaco, there are still good counterattacks!"

"Gueye just took the ball but made a small mistake, which directly led to Monaco's counterattack!"

"Well, the counterattack is fast, but the width is not good enough!"

As Chen Feng said, Monaco, which is not wide enough, is outside the restricted area in Paris at this time, with only two generals!

The rest of the team members were left far behind by them.

Around them, there are 4 Paris players. In the case of two-on-one marking, Monaco's counterattack seems to have reached a deadlock.

However, Martins did not panic at all!
Two people have the style of play of two people, and a group of people have the style of play of a group of people.

Martins, who has already reached the top of the arc, decisively chose the former, and he wants to act as a lone hero!
Dribbling wildly under his feet, constantly switching paces.

Marquinhos was a little dazzled, and chose to remain unchanged in response to all changes.

Martins followed the cavalry's retreat and rushed into the penalty area, pulling out the angle, ready to make a sudden cold arrow!

The horse team's eyes suddenly became fierce, and they directly leaned forward, trying to block the shot!
It's not easy to fall into the trap!
After the cavalry stretched out their feet, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind, he was close-fitting, it was too early, and he should wait for Florenzi to come over.

Sure enough, Martins smiled slyly and faked the shot.

Go straight past the cavalry, raise your leg and shoot!
boom!
Navas also reacted very quickly. He struck out with both fists and hit the ball. It was only the first spot that Kimpembe didn't fight for. Near the penalty spot, Ben Yedder stabbed him!
——歘!

Navas was at a disadvantage, and Monaco finally regained a victory.

"Yo hoo!"

"get high!"

After scoring the goal, Ben Yedder laughed out loud, waved his arms, and the fans applauded to celebrate!

In the next ten minutes or so, the two sides played back and forth, but they never found a good opportunity.

The score was tied, and the two teams temporarily shook hands to make a draw.

The outcome of the League Cup semi-final was handed over to the second half.

Chen Feng closed the notebook in his hand, and led Bagal into the visiting team's locker room. At this moment, all the generals in the locker room are closing their eyes and resting their minds.

"Everyone cheer up and listen to me."

"Monaco's counterattack is quite sharp, but they still have a problem that cannot be solved, the width is not enough, so we have to help them."

"Only by putting them in, will they be empty at the back."

"We'll have a better chance."

"The problem is, after we put them in, we need to be able to withstand their offensive. This requires everyone to cooperate."

"Now, let me talk about the division of labor. Is there any problem?"

"no!"

The crowd shouted in unison.