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Chapter 245 Goal!

Chapter 245 Goal!

With the score leading, Blanco's expression relaxed instantly, and he looked back at Ibrahimovic who was pretending to chat with his teammates on the bench.

Feeling a headache now.

Of course, he could see that Gao Yuyang's plug-and-play attribute was really strong, and he didn't need to arrange special tactics at all, just shoot and pass.

But... alas!

It's just Ligue [-].

What about the Champions League?

This time next week is the Champions League match day, and it will be a knockout round as soon as it comes up.

This Zlatan!

Blanco is well aware of Ibrahimovic's bad temper, but he is even more aware of his abilities.Cavani can be pulled to the side like this when necessary, so the biggest problem is to make a choice in front of Ibrahimovic and Gao Yuyang in front of him.

People are still in the French Cup, but Blanco has already begun to weigh the Champions League a week later.

"Maybe we can give young people a little more trust, Laurent."

Assistant coach Gasset spoke next to him, Blanco suddenly came back to his senses, and saw the old man winking and blinking at him.The two really have a tacit understanding, obviously what they are talking about is not about this game.

"Haha, Louis, you really understand me."

Gasset smiled: "Let's talk about the next game. Laurent, this game should be careful."

While the two were talking, Lyon striker Lacazette got another chance to single out the defense, which seemed to confirm that this worry was not groundless.

However, Marquinhos chased all the way back and fell to the ground with a shovel before Lacazette made a clearance.

"Look, old man, don't worry, our players are more than enough to handle it."

Blanc is very confident. Even Lyon can only play this kind of sporadic defensive counterattack. In the three-point area of ​​Ligue [-], there are almost no teams that dare to fight against Paris when they have the advantage.

So Gao Yuyang is very active in the frontcourt, and he can get continuous fire support from his teammates behind him almost throughout the game.

What he has to do is to face Umtiti, but this is not a small challenge.

Gao Yuyang tried to suppress Umtiti with strength in a small area, and then turned around to seek space.Although the team pressed Lyon around the penalty area and continued to beat him hard, after two or three rounds, Gao Yuyang discovered that this was not a good thing for him-there was no space.

The little black behind him can often catch the moment when he pulls the ball and turns around, and his foot is faster than his own, especially when the ball comes from the left, he has to switch to his right foot to handle it. In this second, in J The league may not be a big deal at all, but here, often as long as his possession of the ball is just off his feet, and the direction is slightly off, Umtiti will directly come up with a sliding shovel, and even have to hit himself.

Although Gao Yuyang himself did not suffer, the team's offense was delayed a lot.

After two or three times, Gao Yuyang found that he could not get the ball. Even if he held the position and raised his hand to signal, the first choice of the midfielder, whether it was Rabiot or Matuidi, became an inside cut. Cavani.

Gao Yuyang even glanced at the stands and saw Bueno and his shirtless "Auteuils" shouting more happily than before.

"I'm not even satisfied with my own people!"

Gao Yuyang sighed softly. He hadn't recognized this strange taxi driver he met on the first day in Paris. Of course, it was even more impossible to remember that he didn't pay the fare. He thought it was because his performance could not satisfy the fans. .

Finally catching an opportunity, the Lyon players cleared the ball out of the sideline, and Gao Yuyang turned around and ran towards his midfielder.

"Can you kick the ball in my head?"

Facing Rabiot and Matuidi, Gao Yuyang was straightforward.

There are not enough coffee seats, so you are not qualified to make a request?

I'm sorry, but Gao Yuyang didn't care about it on the field. He only believed in one truth: Do you want to win?I am a striker!

Both Rabiot and Matuidi are still good people. Seeing Gao Yuyang's face, they explained with a smile: "Of course we can do this, Gao, but are you sure? That person is not easy. In the first half You saw what Zlatan did."

Rabiot said, looking at Umtiti.

"Just because he can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it!"

Gao Yuyang almost couldn't control himself, he couldn't figure out why this team was so superstitious about Ibrahimovic... He won the Champions League for the team or something?

Verratti ran in quickly and smoothed the game beside him: "OK, OK, Gao, I am willing to pass the ball to you."

His attitude puzzled the two people next to him: Marco, as for this?

But Matuidi thought for a while and said: "Just do as Gao said, try it, it's not a big deal."

So after the next time Rabiot took the ball, he directly sent a long pass from the midfield to the penalty area. He didn't pass it to the wing. Seeing Gao Yuyang standing in the penalty area, he decisively sent a kick.

"Rabiot! Is this going to be passed directly to Gao?"

Fagoli felt that such a pass was unreasonable. When passing a long pass from the midfielder, you need to look behind to grab a point in the penalty area. The line of sight is severely blocked, and it is difficult to predict the trajectory of the ball.

However, Gao Yuyang didn't predict at all, and directly stood in the small penalty area, watching the ball fly over the same route, just don't let Umtiti get in front of him, and then take off at the same time!

This is the most direct duel, and the two showed their housekeeping abilities at the same time.

This is the first time for Gao Yuyang to meet a well-matched opponent. When he jumped to the highest point, Umtiti was on the same level as him, and at the same time headed to the correct landing point.

Gao Yuyang was startled, and glanced at the bulging muscles on the opponent's back, it really wasn't for nothing!

"Fight!"

Gao Yuyang's heart froze, and he flew straight into the air and thrust his head forward abruptly, driving his whole body to fly sideways forward.

Race against time, at this moment of opportunity, Gao Yuyang's plan is to hit the ball before the opponent.

When he made this decision, he won.

"Ah-high-diving to the top! He flew out!!!"

Gao Yuyang dived to the top, shook his head and hit the goal directly, at the same time...

"Boom!"

Gao Yuyang hit the ball with half of his head, but the other half of his head collided firmly with Umtiti.

The two fell freely at the same time and flung them directly on the court.

Gao Yuyang covered his head, but he did not lose consciousness, as if there was no particularly loud cheers...

Didn't the ball go in?

"Ah——" Fagoli held his head, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "The ball was blocked by the crossbar and cleared by a Lyon player on the goal line! It's a pity, I'm really sorry for Gao's desperate blow, now it's time Let's see how Gao is doing - I hope he's doing well."

Lyon players and Paris Saint-Germain players ran to the penalty area at the same time, and two people lay down in the same area.

"High! How are you?"

"Can you hear me? High!"

Cavani looked serious and pushed Verratti away: "Get out of the way, Marco! You'd better call the team doctor at this time!"

Cavani squatted down and was about to put his mouth close to Gao Yuyang, but before artificial respiration started, a hand was stretched out to block his mouth.

"Edinson, you didn't brush your teeth last night, did you?"

Seeing that Gao Yuyang woke up, Cavani didn't dare to neglect, and stretched out a finger: "Gao, tell me, how much is it?"

"I can't die, otherwise I can still smell the peppery barbecue in your mouth?"

Blanco breathed a sigh of relief off the court. Fortunately, it was a false alarm, otherwise there would be no one available.

Umtiti next to him was fine, he was not on the stretcher, he shook his head to regain his senses, and continued the game.

The opportunity that Gao Yuyang fought just now turned into a corner kick from Paris. Rabiot passed to the front point, and Gao Yuyang ran from the middle very keenly to grab the point in motion.

Although Umtiti behind him followed, he hesitated at the moment of jumping, and the scene just now still has lingering fears.

Gao Yuyang jumped up and shook his head, and the goalkeeper Anthony Lopez was standing in front of him, so he didn't exert any force, just touched the ball a little bit, and guided the ball to fly directly towards the far end of the goal.

This should be a must!

Gao Yuyang knew it was time to celebrate.

The ball did roll into the far end, but Gao Yuyang wanted to vomit blood when he saw it.

"Scorer - Edinson Cavani!"

"Edinson! PSG!!!"

"Edinson! PSG!!!"

The cheers of the audience turned into Cavani's - the Uruguayan happened to be at the back, and when the ball flew over, he stretched his leg and cut off his beard.

"Edinson, you are not so short of goals, are you? Do you have to fight me?"

Cavani's eyes widened: "Gao, look clearly, if it wasn't for my kick, your header would have hit the post!"

What can Gao Yuyang say?

I think I am unlucky.

But, it feels so awkward!

Gao Yuyang couldn't explain why he felt this way on the court, but he just felt he was holding his breath and feeling uncomfortable.

Although the assists scored twice, but there is a strong desire - short of a goal!Go for a goal!

(End of this chapter)