Football: I coach Melo, the only man in history

Chapter 270 Master Chuan, Iron Gate of Defense Line

Waterfark? !

Neymar in the penalty area looked at the figure running wildly on the sidewalk, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

I'm afraid I won't be able to chase this ball back!

However, he still underestimated the ability of [Wideside Quick Horse]. The moment the ball was about to cross the baseline, Micro Motion finally reached it, and with a light tap of his toe, the ball stood on the spot.

No qualifying!

However, Micro Motion rushed to the billboard because he couldn't stop the car.

Milner, who always followed Micro Motion, successfully picked up the leak, controlled the ball at his feet, and dribbled towards the frontcourt.

Seeing this, Chen Long directly intercepted Gaye!

Just when the Parisian fans in the stands sighed, thinking that this attack was over.

Milner made a mistake!

When he was pulling the ball horizontally and was about to get rid of someone, the soles of his feet seemed to be oiled, very smooth, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

The moment he lost his center of gravity, Chen Long made a move!

He hooked the ball back with his left foot first, and then slammed it up with his right foot.

While Chen Long was passing the ball, Chen Feng on the sidelines used an A-level skill card—Master of Crossing!

The ball stuck to the ground and went straight into the penalty area!

"I buy it!"

On the sidelines, when Klopp saw Milner fall, his anger exploded violently, and he kept protesting to the referee on the sidelines.

Protest that the turf is too slippery, the Paris players are suspected of 'taking advantage of others', this attack cannot be counted

The referee ignored it.

The ball passed through Van Dijk and Matip one after another, and came precisely to the right, Messi's feet!

The big thing is bad!

Allison, who looked nervous, seemed to have these four big characters written on his frown.

He lowered his center of gravity, trembled in small steps, and kept watching Messi's movements.

boom!

Sure enough, Messi chose to hit the goal as soon as he got the ball. It was a powerful volley, and the ball flew towards the goal with a spin.

Alisson's eyes were firm, and he made a rescue action in an instant, opened his left hand, and threw himself away.

However, such a close shot!

The player who shoots is still Messi, it is really difficult to save

——歘!

The ball hit Alisson's fingertips with full force. After a short pause, he continued to move forward, and finally hit the white net!

"GOAL!"

"In the 80th minute of the game, Chen Long assisted Messi and scored violently!"

"Directly rewrite the score to 2:1!"

Director Zhang explained excitedly: "In this way, the total score has come to 5:3, and Liverpool's hope of advancing is getting slimmer!"

"Chen Long is worthy of being the core midfielder of Paris, with one instigation and one assist."

"In this game, his performance was a bit perfect!"

Director Zhan praised so much on his lips, but he felt a little contradictory in his heart. The Red Army is his favorite team, and now they are at a disadvantage, so naturally they will not be in a good mood.

However, as a native of Longguo, he is happy from the bottom of his heart for the perfect performance of the players of Longguo.

Therefore, in his heart, emotions such as joy, excitement, sadness, and regret were entangled unconsciously.

"Pretty!"

On the bench, Bagal took the lead in punching and shouting.

The other substitute players followed suit, unintentionally, blending with the excited roars of the fans in the stands behind them.

Messi's goal completely ignited the warm atmosphere of the Parc des Princes.

The red-faced Paris fans seem to have reached the 'climax'!

After all, holding a two-goal lead!

After the celebration, Messi also received all-round "care" from his "friendly" teammates.

Dozens of big hands came rushing from all directions, rubbing vigorously on the back of his head. Fortunately, it didn't last long, otherwise, he would be bald!

Messi's goal also inadvertently dispelled the depression caused by "Mbappe leaving in a rage", and the smile returned to the faces of the Parisian generals again.

"This card is worth using!"

Chen Feng, who sat safely on the bench, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With a big wave of his hand, he started a large-scale substitution.

Diallo, Herrera, and Pereira stood on the sidelines, while Messi, Neymar, and Gueye on the field were replaced one after another.

After the substitute players came on the field, Paris' formation also changed, from 433 to 541.

Obviously, it is necessary to stick to the advantage!

Drag till the end of the game!

The Liverpool coach on the other side, Klopp's response is to replace Milner, who is exhausted and underperforming, and replaces striker Firmino.

The positions of the two full-backs, Arnold and Robertson, were directly moved forward and stood in the midfield position.

Wijnaldum was substituted, and the central defender, Gomez, went into battle!

In this way, the 433 formation has evolved into a 334 formation!

Three defenders, three midfielders, four forwards, super attacking lineup.

There are 8 minutes left in regular time, and there is not much time left for Liverpool. Therefore, the moment they got the ball, the Red Army pressed on.

Press the Paris players in their own half.

Constantly looking for good opportunities to attack!

"Boss!"

On the bench, Bagal looked worried, "This Klopp has such a strong offensive lineup, maybe they can really turn the situation around!"

Ok? ? ?

Chen Feng, who was still worried in his heart, suddenly stopped panicking and his brows relaxed!

"That won't!"

"Ah? Why? Where did you get your confidence?"

"You gave it to me!" Chen Feng said with a smile, "Look, you've already started poisoning your milk, why should I worry about it?"

Eh. Bagar was a little 'uncle speechless', so he just rolled his eyes.

Seriously said: "Boss, I'm telling the truth, I didn't make trouble with you!"

Hearing this, Chen Feng put away his playful look, and said seriously: "I didn't joke with you, we can't lose!"

"The lineup of 541, they are not the first time!"

"not to mention"

"What's more?"

Chen Feng didn't say anything about the rest, but he tightly held the A-level skill card in his hand - the iron gate of the defense line!

--boom!

The time was coming to an end, and Liverpool, who could not find any offensive opportunities outside the penalty area, began to change their strategy and turned to attacking from the wing.

Arnold was outside the penalty area, facing the penalty area, and directly gave a pass.

The ball was lightly tapped by Firmino who jumped high.

It was given to Ruota on the back side!

Ruota stood still, staring at the goal not far away, just as he adjusted his posture and was about to shoot

Marquinhos came from in front of him, stretched out his foot decisively, and stabbed the ball out!

I boil

Ruota was shocked. He looked at Marchinhos, feeling a little terrified in his heart, as if facing an impenetrable iron gate!