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Chapter 303 Marseille's Counterattack

Chapter 303 Marseille's Counterattack

The last half hour was enough to crush any illusions Marseille fans had about their team.

Even the commentator of Marseille TV has to admit: "Many times Marseilles would be happy to see Paris fail, but now it seems that Paris Saint-Germain's early elimination in the Champions League is not a good thing."

Well, what the commentator means is that if Paris can reach the Champions League final, Blanco must be thinking more about the Champions League final a week later.

This is already considered to be cowardly, and it is really difficult for him to say such a thing. Every Marseille person knows a basic truth: one season can do without anything, but the national derby must be won!

But this past half saw little hope for any Marseille fan.Even if it wasn't for good luck, if Gao Yuyang grabbed a point in front of No.40 in the second minute and was cleared by Las Diarra in front of the goal, Gao Yuyang would have completed the big four at halftime.

During the intermission, the atmosphere in the Marseille locker room was very cold, so cold that everyone felt chills.

The Marseille players lowered their heads in silence and waited for the coach to get angry, but the coach Michel did not do so, but admitted his fault to the players: "This is a tactical error, it is my fault, man. We. But we have hope in the second half! They must have thought they won! Like the Milanese in 2005, but we're here to prove - guys - that the Marseilles are best at fighting! This is what the city has given Our natural glory! The first half has proved that limited offense can threaten Paris' goal, so we are here to prove it to everyone in the second half! We know how to fight better than top giants like Liverpool!"

Michel immediately overturned his own tactical system before the game and started anew. For this sake, all he can do is to do his best and obey the destiny.

On the other side, in the dressing room of Paris, the players looked relaxed.

"Aha! This is Marseille! Gao, this is actually Marseille! Hahaha! Is this the level?"

"Only by those Marseilles? It was so comforting to see their expressions in the first half!"

"Gao, let's continue to show off in the second half, three more!" Nkunku said to Gao Yuyang with a smile.

"Christopher, I will definitely give you three assists!"

Even Gao Yuyang looked relaxed, he felt that the game was won, leading by three goals.Even if you give Marseille three like yourself, it is impossible to come back!

However, the situation changed suddenly at the beginning of the second half.

Marseille's formation started to press forward, Las Diarra returned from central defender to midfield, and he immediately showed his strength in a familiar position... Nkunku received Rabiot's cross and thought casually He wanted to pass a cross to get rid of it, but Las Diarra directly confronted him with his body and snatched the ball from under his feet.

"Nkunku was intercepted! It's too careless, be careful of their counterattack-the Maasai are crazy!"

At this moment, the five players in Marseille's midfield changed from defense to offense, and instantly formed a situation of playing more with less in the midfield of Paris.

This is Marseille in the second half, showing a desperate style of play as soon as it came up.

After Lars Diarra retreated to the midfield, it seemed to add a brake to Marseille's offense. In this case, Marseille's offense was quite threatening.Florian Tovan received a pass from the midfielder Isla, cut inside to the edge of the penalty area and dribbled past Rabiot's tackle.The player has superb dribbling skills and excellent vision, as well as excellent finishing ability.Dodge Rabiot's defense and shoot hard.

"Tovan!!!"

Thiago Silva, as the captain, immediately blocked his body sideways, and the ball bounced off his back and flew towards the goal.

However, when Silva turned around and looked, he was so scared that he held his head in his hands-the ball changed direction after touching his body. Originally, Siligu was ready to save to the right side of the goal with all his strength, but the ball rolled after refraction. Dead corner to the left of the goal.

This was unpredictable, and Sirigu froze in place, watching the ball slowly roll into the goal.

"Ah——Thiago Silva! He is really hardworking! As the captain, he should rush up and steal the ball directly! Instead of blocking the goalkeeper's sight like just now, turning the goalkeeper Sirigu into a puppet in front of the goal! "

At this moment, the atmosphere at the Stade de France was instantly reversed, and the depression that had been accumulated by the Marseille fans for half of the game burst out.

"Kill the Parisians!"

"Kill the Parisians!"

"Kill the Parisians!!!—"

Sometimes momentum is a very strange on-court factor, which can often cause the weak side to explode suddenly, even for a limited period of time, it may make the strong team embarrassed.

The wrong goal has changed the pattern of the field. After 3 minutes, Nkunku made another mistake in the midfield. Gao Yuyang raised his hand in front to ask for the ball, but Lars Diarra suddenly moved across to block it With this passing line, Nkunku hesitated and chose to pass the ball to Di Maria on the left.

However, Lars Diarra suddenly moved laterally to the left, cut off the pass directly, and gave it to Tovan again with a pass.

"Christopher, you messed up!"

After two low-level pass errors in 3 minutes, Gao Yuyang couldn't figure out why the power was suddenly cut off.

This time, Tovan directly released a long-distance slanting string on the ground. The ball flew past Marquinhos. Missy Batshuayi, who was on loan from Chelsea, used his body to strengthen Marquinhos to accelerate the formation of the ball. Single-handedly, he volleyed vigorously against Sirigu.

"Sirigu—"

The Italian goalkeeper rushed in front of the opponent in a few strides, subconsciously blocking the opponent's volley with his body.

This was the goalkeeper's subconscious reaction. The ball bounced off his belly, but fell to Batshuayi's feet again. Facing the half-empty goal behind him, Batshuayi directly picked Sirigu's head.

"Missi Batshuayi! Missy!!!!!!"

……

No one would have thought of such a sudden change. Marseille scored two consecutive goals within 5 minutes of the second half, and the score became 3:2.

Uncle Fagoli looked annoyed, what could he say?

"Great Paris made two mistakes in a row within 5 minutes. The root of all this came from the midfielder, Christopher Nkunku! Two consecutive pass errors that should not have occurred! Young people will make mistakes on the final stage, young Ronaldo almost sleepwalked in the final of the World Cup in France, but the experience in the first half has proved enough, just pass the ball to Gao! He wants to be a hero in the final, which is understandable, but first learn to be reasonable kick the ball!"

This is the disappointment and anger from an old father. When other commentators were surprised by the tofu-like defense of Paris, only Uncle Fagoli said this about his son.

Nkunku squatted in the middle of the court, looked up and saw Gao Yuyang's hand stretched out.

"I'm sorry, Gao, I don't want to be like this either... you can blame me."

Gao Yuyang frowned and slapped him on the shoulder hard.

"Aw! Gao, what are you doing?" Nkunku cried out in pain.

"Hurry up and pack your emotions, Christopher, as a midfielder, lack of self-confidence is the biggest taboo. And, can this be your fault?"

Pulling Nkuku up, Gao Yuyang looked up at the backcourt.

How can the team lose the ball and let the offensive players take the blame?What do you need a defender for?

If you want to blame, you should also blame the defense... It's so bad!

(End of this chapter)