Vol 3 Chapter 122: Bad news

On the French commentary stage, Mitchell and old Monet were pleasantly surprised.
Mitchell roared to Mike excitedly:
"Mbappe's goal, now the two teams are even, the game suspense is still there."
"For Paris, they need to score a goal without losing the ball, they can successfully advance to the semi-finals!"
In the excitement of Mitchell, the Paris fans at the scene cheered again to cheer.
This goal regained the confidence of the Paris fans, they are no longer a soft foot shrimp that can't play against.
They are shaking the giant from Germany positively!
They are necessary to win the game and advance to the semifinals of the Champions League!
At this moment, all the people in Paris came together.
Cheers did not last long and the game restarted.
Paris needs to score, but it must not be lost.
If Bayern is scoring a goal, it is a bad news for Paris.
Of course, Paris is not afraid of this, they are still playing very unrestrained.
The offense is only sharp.
Yi Le changed again to break through Martinez, which made the latter a little annoyed and tripped Yi Le with his foot to force the Paris attack to be interrupted.
Martinez also carried a yellow card.
He stood up depressed and scolded: "This Chinese, hell!"
J Luo et al. Also nodded with empathy.
No one knows what pressure they are carrying because of Yi Le.
This guy's performance in the midfield is too strong, energy band, energy transmission, energy burst, organization, and interception, it is simply a universal midfielder.
And Yi Le also has a long-range ability, threatening Bayern's goal at any time, not to blame Martinez depressed.
The time passed slowly. In 68 minutes, Yi Le organized another wave of attack.
This time, instead of dribbling himself, he directly distributed the ball to the right wing Mbappe.
Mbappe opened at full speed and rushed to the bottom line along the sidewalk.
Kavani and Neymar also directly plunged into the big restricted area.
Mbappe made a move and swayed on the ball, trying to break through Rafinha's defense.
But Rafinha was very steady and did not rush out, but stuck in a dead position.
The two had been deadlocked for a while. Mbappe couldn't cross the scalp, and the ball hit Rafinha's foot and rolled out the bottom line.
Paris Saint-Germain won a corner kick.
Yi Le came to the corner area, he did not pin the corner, in fact, Paris Saint-Germain is not a team good at air combat.
But at this time, Yi Le also has no other better way, only try to give the highest altitude Cavani.
Kavani got up to fight for the top, he failed to touch the ball, because the pass was close to the goal, the ball was confiscated by Neuer.
After Neuer got the ball, without any hesitation, he threw away the ball and threw the ball out, launching a counterattack directly.
The ball flew far away. Ribery caught the ball near the middle circle and turned to sprint.
Instantly formed a 3V4 situation.
Bayern's counterattack speed is very fast, J Luo is spared no effort to sprint support.
Although Yi Le and Neymar also gave full support.
But because of the distance, some of them can't keep up.
Ribery took the ball into the penalty area, and Lewan and Robben were ready to pull the edge, attracting a certain defensive force.
Ribery glanced at Buffon, he actually kicked the door directly.
But he aimed not at the goal, but at Marchisinho's arm.
boom! !
The ball hit Marquisinho's arm fiercely, which made the latter stunned for a while and his face changed suddenly.
And at this moment, Ribery had raised his arm excitedly.
"Handball !!!!!! "
Bayern players rushed to the head referee, while Paris players did not retreat, they excite the excuse.
Both players are complaining around the referee.
But the head referee backed off the crowd and ran slowly towards the Paris goal.
Under everyone's attention, he pointed to the penalty spot and blew his mask.
"No !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The bad news is coming!
This penalty was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which made the Paris players and fans stunned.
"This is really unfortunate news." Mitchell said with a painful face: "The only thing we can do is play this penalty without scoring!"
For Paris, this penalty was a nightmare.
If Bayern scored a penalty, then they will lead by one goal, and it is still an away goal.
This means that Paris needs to score two consecutive goals to ensure promotion.
But in this situation where the physical fitness of both players is gradually exhausted, this is no less than the death sentence imposed on Paris Saint-Germain.
Marginhos knelt in the big penalty area, holding his head in his hands, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
Here, handball will make him a sinner in Paris!
Everything is moving towards a good line of defense, but because of his sake, the efforts made in Paris will fall short.
Buffon stepped forward, slamming Marginhos' shoulders and comforting each other.
Then he came to the goal and Buffon's expression was a bit bitter. Now the only thing he can do is save the penalty and give Paris a life.
Lewandowski stood at the penalty spot, his head was lowered, Buffon could not judge any valid information read from the opponent's expression.
The entire Prince Park stadium was silent, and Paris fans were praying with their eyes closed.
At this time, the referee whistle.
Lewandowski walked up and pulled the ball, which rolled to the lower left corner.
Buffon's actions were quick, but fatally ... he made a mistake in his judgment.
"GoooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaL !!"
"Lewan scored a wonderful goal, which means Bayern will advance to the Champions League semi-finals! Hahahahaha .. the game is over !!"
There were a few Bayern fans cheering, but Paris fans were strangely quiet. They closed their eyes in pain.
Is the quarterfinals again!
Is the quarter-final curse again!
Is finished together!
The same is true of Paris players.
Their expressions were trance.
Neymar gasped on his knees, his eyes full of frustration.
Mbappe looked up, tears flickering at the corners of his eyes.
Tiago Silva shook his head with his waist.
Markinos knelt on the ground, covering his face in shame.
Buffon sat weakly in the goal and stared dumbly at the ball in front of the net.
There is an extremely sad atmosphere throughout the Prince Park Stadium.
"This goal hit them very hard, they have tried very hard, but ..." Mitchell's voice was a little choked, this goal made him feel his heart hurt.
They will be eliminated again.
Moreover, it is the quarterfinals!
"We ..."
Suddenly, a figure on the screen ran away from the midfield.
Dark hair fluttered in the air, he plunged directly into the goal, picked up the football and ran back.
Buffon looked at the back in amazement.
That big No. 21 was so dazzling.
Yi Le ran to the middle circle ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Pressed the ball at the kick-off point, and then returned to run to Marchinos.
"stand up!!"
Yile roared towards Marginhos.
Marginos bowed his head in frustration and said, "Easy, it's over!"
Regardless of Yile, he pulled Marginos arrogantly and got up, shouting: "If you can't get up, I will beat you!"
Marginhos looked up in amazement, he saw Yi Le's red eyes, his eyes glared, he stared at himself, as if he could no longer rise, he really wanted to beat him.
Marginhos got up, he was not afraid of Yi Le, but ... this feeling is wonderful.
Yi Le patted the other person's shoulder and said: "There are twenty minutes! We will win!"
After he finished speaking, he turned to growl and said: "What are you doing? The game is not over !!!"
Paris players looked at Yi Le howling.
The first time they saw Yi Le so angry.
Yile walked towards Neymar, squinting, and said, "Do you want to give up?"
"I ..." Neymar opened his mouth, trying to say "this is unnecessary fighting", but when he spoke, he found himself unable to speak.
"Do not!"
Neymar said concisely.
"Very good, there will be 20 minutes, I will pass you the ball, no matter what method! Give me a goal! Can you do it!"
"Yes ... yes! But how do you pass it on to me?" Neymar wondered.
Yi Le pursed his lips and said: "You don't need to control, you can definitely pass it to you anyway, your task is only to score!"