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Chapter 512 Adversity, Rain War

This is a duel between two young coaches in today's football, and Zidane is temporarily better.

And Emery's tactics are a bit mechanical, and the most capable offensive firepower is trapped in a defensive siege.

No wonder Uncle Fagoli couldn't help but criticize him: "Emeri seems to have no second set of tactics at all, except to use Gao as a fulcrum to make him fall into Real Madrid's tactical siege."

This is considered polite, but the commentators of other top European media did not give face at all: "Emeri adopted a set of stupid tactics!"

From a tactical point of view, Emery lost completely, but Paris was not originally a team that relied on tactics to win.

Gao Yuyang is here, do you need it?

Although Ramos has excellent defensive skills, Gao Yuyang has gradually adapted to it. After all, in one-on-one confrontation, the one with stronger physical fitness will win.

Gao Yuyang got the ball and pushed Ramos hard with his shoulders. Although his physical fitness has never been bad, Ramos still felt the pressure, as if someone was chiseling himself with a giant hammer. He can guarantee Defensive position, but impossible to stand still.

At the same time, Gao Yuyang pulled the ball to the limit, avoided Casemiro's outstretched toes, and then used his own toes to pass the ball to the right.

This was all a meticulous operation, but the situation suddenly became clear in an instant.

"It didn't stop Paris Saint-Germain's attack!"

This is the first time a commentator on Madrid TV made an unexpected exclamation today, otherwise they really thought they were facing a La Liga relegation team!

Draxler seized the space on the wing where Marcelo assisted, cut directly into the penalty area along the baseline, and crossed the center of the penalty area in an inverted triangle.

This is aiming at Gao Yuyang's running line, directly creating a chance to shoot directly against the ball.

But just as Gao Yuyang raised his leg, Ramos behind him directly pushed him down with his shoulders down.

The focus of the audience was once again on the referee Blüch.

But Mr. Referee, who appeared in the camera, shook his arm immediately.

"No foul yet! The referee Blüch didn't say anything again!" He Wei obviously accentuated his tone: "But this penalty... Maybe I'm afraid of calling off the Paris game! Hahaha!"

Witnessed the promotion process of the whole season, so He Wei can say this, but as a commentator of German TV Z[-]d, he doesn’t think there is anything wrong: “The Champions League final should be fully handed over to the players, Felix Blüch’s The penalty was correct and this moment does not prove that Sergio Ramos' arm was maliciously pressed down."

It cannot be said that they are on the same side as Real Madrid. It can only be said that they have played the rigorous style of the Germans. Perhaps this is also the reason why UEFA selected German referees-both sides are super wealthy, and no one is easy to mess with. Something happened.

But the most important thing is not to make trouble at this moment. Gao Yuyang raised his hands and knelt on the spot, and ran directly towards the referee.

Meunier just intercepted the ball and cleared it out of the sideline, and the Paris players immediately went up to surround the referee.

Everyone is very excited. It is a surprise to be able to appeal for a penalty at this time, let alone impossible.

But Blüch was unmoved at all. In those years, the referee's first decision was almost equivalent to the final decision. He insisted that there was no problem.

Nkunku was a little excited while talking, rushed in and shouted: "That is definitely a foul! Hey! You better watch the video seriously!"

Nkunku's eyes widened as he spoke, and Gao Yuyang hurried over to pull him away.

"Christopher! Use your brains!"

"Gao, he's clearly favoring Real Madrid!" Nkunku yelled.

Gao Yuyang knocked him on the head: "Be smarter! This is to put pressure on the opponent, but you think you will get a red card in the end? Ha ha!"

At this moment, Gao Yuyang subconsciously felt that this guy's achievements in the future would not be very high, at least he would not become the kind of hero he dreamed of in Paris, he was too emotional.

Although it is indeed a bit of a bully, all the media and fans on the side of Paris showed absolute concern.

The momentum of this game is wrong!It's dangerous to kick down like this!

Almost everyone has this common idea. It cannot be blamed that everyone is a conspiracy theorist. It is really because the current referees are unwilling to be lonely and like to play the leading role too much.

The commentary of Madrid TV One naturally showed a smug smile: "Is this our opponent? One can only rely on penalties and the referee's handouts to reverse the situation? Hahahaha!"

Full of disdainful ridicule, of course Real Madrid does have super strength.

……

Half an hour into the game, the night outside the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff was darker than ever, even covering the moonlight.

Before the camera even turned around, Real Madrid took advantage of the opportunity of a throw-in to create a threat in the middle of the frontcourt. Modric dribbled continuously at the front of the penalty area, dunking Verratti and swaying Matuidi, and Marchinhos Attracted out, he poked his toe and aimed behind him.

Benzema has already started to start, going directly to the goal against offside.

"Luka Modric, stop him!"

Almost as soon as he stepped out, Marquinhos shoveled on his calf.

Although it was to prevent a kill pass, he sent the opponent a set kick, and Marquinhos also received a yellow card for this.

The position is excellent, facing the goal. Ronaldo stood in front of the ball, three steps away from the ball, raised his head on his hips, and looked directly at the goal.

This is his signature kick action.

"C Ronaldo stands in front of the ball, it's time to test Areola, no one can help him!"

"Cristiano! He can play the most perfect set piece! Maybe kill all illusions in Paris!"

Ronaldo stands in front of the ball.

Run up, shoot.

A perfect arc flew over Kurzawa's head and aimed directly at the dead corner of the goal. Although Areola made a pounce, but a touch of his fingertips was not enough to change the path of the ball.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!!!!" The commentator of Madrid TV [-] widened his eyes, and after reacting, he almost stood up and shouted crazily: "This is God's will! Hahahaha! No! Cristiano is the football field God! He judged Paris Saint-Germain!!!”

This is obviously not enough respect for the real "football god" Maradona, but the Madrid people in ecstasy don't care so much,
"Vamos Mardid!!!!!!"

"Vamos Mardid!!!!!!"

"Cristiano—"

"Ronaldo!!!!!!!!!"

When Ronaldo stood on the sidelines with his arms raised high, the live DJ led all the cheers, turning the Portuguese at the moment into the only hero on the field.

"Oh shit!"

Gao Yuyang cursed secretly, it's hard to handle now!

Thinking of this, he reached out and wiped his face.

At this time, he felt something wet hit his hand.

Looking up, there were two or three more drops, densely hitting his forehead.

"It's raining?"

Gao Yuyang couldn't help laughing, God also came to join in the fun at this time.

Gao Yuyang looked up at the weather, the rain was getting denser.Just when the team is extremely passive, the game may turn into a rain battle.

(End of this chapter)