Vol 5 Chapter 195: My weapon

Latest URL: "Barcelona's defense is doing very well. They are squeezing Real Madrid's passing space. From my perspective, everyone is actively running and no one is lazy."
Komans said with joy.
Who dares to say that this is an aging team, since the beginning of this season, Barcelona's running distance has been deliberately improved a lot, which makes the high-position press in the frontcourt also extremely threatening.
Coupled with Yi Le's midfielder's ability to hold the ball, this keeps the ball at the feet of Barcelona players for most of the time. Around Yi Le, Barcelona's offensive has been continuous wave after wave.
In this game, although Barcelona gave up the ball, they showed good discipline. Their teamwork made the fans and the commentators shine.
However, hidden dangers also exist.
Barcelona have defended for nearly five minutes, but they have no intention of counterattack.
The ball has been under the control of Real Madrid players.
As the saying goes, long-term defense must be lost.
Everyone's eyes are on Yi Le. Real Madrid players, fans, reporters and commentators all know that Yi Le must find an opportunity for the first counterattack.
The question is who will Yile give the ball to.
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Yi Le is very patient. He does not hesitate to run and support his teammates very well.
Although a stable defense has hidden dangers, it will also give Real Madrid some offensive pressure.
Just like now, Real Madrid's midfielder has advanced further, and the defense line has also come to the center circle.
Yi Le understood that the opportunity for them to fight back was here.
The ball was at Bell's feet. This time, Bell became smarter. He took the initiative to ask for the ball when Yi Le left the defensive area.
He had some lingering fears about Yi Le's collision. This guy didn't look that strong, but after the real confrontation, he realized how strong Yi Le's body was.
It is said that Modric is cheating, but Bell feels that Yi Le is more suitable for this title.
After Bell received the ball, he immediately turned around and started running along the sidewalk.
Bell's speed is very fast, different from the Premier League period, now Bell's technical capabilities have also increased a lot.
As one of the famous fast horses in football, Bell ran wild on the wing, and the Barcelona players were like enemies.
Semedo lowered his center of gravity and stared at the ball closely. He did not dare to be careless.
Semedo's defensive ability is good, but also has a certain offensive ability, but after Yi Le arrives, the ball is concentrated to Yi Le for handling, but sometimes, Yi Le will also direct the full back to play the ball.
Now Semedo's idea is very simple, steal the ball, and then give the ball to Yi Le.
Yi Le also took the initiative to return to defense, a large number of Barcelona players and Real Madrid players crowded in the penalty area.
From this offense, we can clearly feel the anxious mentality of the Real Madrid players. Seeing the time move towards 80 minutes, they do not have a good offensive opportunity.
Even if you want to break into the big restricted area, it is difficult.
Originally, they didn't care about Barcelona's defense, but after they continued to attack for so long and they could not find a chance to score, the Real Madrid players began to worry.
"Real Madrid aggressively attacked. This is a desperate attempt to blast the confidence of Barcelona's defense at once."
"Barcelona is also actively returning to defense, and the two sides are constantly colliding in the big penalty area."
He Wei and Zhang Lu's loud explanations drove the passion of the game.
The fans are also unblinking, they do not want to miss any detail.
Bell slows down on the wing, he wants to break through Semedo, or send the ball to the center.
However, Semedo will not let him pass himself so easily.
The two wrestled on the wing, and other players competed for a good position in the penalty area.
At this time, Bell suddenly attacked and accelerated towards the outside line.
Semedo's reaction was slow, but he quickly caught up, blocking Bell's foot space.
Bale is very annoying, Semedo's constant entanglement makes him feel very depressed, especially other Barcelona players have begun to withdraw, if he continues to entangle with Semedo, the ball will definitely be lost.
Thinking of this, Bell planned to take a gamble.
Bell stopped suddenly, glanced at the midfielder, and then made a gesture of passing back.
This is to let Semedo relax his vigilance.
But he found that Semey's multiple hearts still remained unchanged.
Bell cursed secretly in his heart, since he couldn't lie, he would force you.
I saw Bell suddenly dial the ball to the right, making a gesture of forcibly cutting inward. Seeing Semedo move to the right, he buckled his right foot, but his movements were not smooth and the center of gravity shifted very slowly. .
At this point, Semedo wanted to be stronger, and saw his right foot dangling suddenly forward.
The ball slipped past Bell, while Semedo stepped on the ground with his left foot, his calf tightened, and suddenly started, passing Bell from the side to complete the steal.
"Semedo!! Beautiful defense!! Semedo looked up, he was looking for Yi, but Yi should be in the penalty area now..."
Komans looked towards the large restricted area, but was a little stunned when he could not find Yi Le's figure.
At this moment, he saw Yi Le, who was rushing outwards in front of the big restricted area.
"Yi!! He has ran out of the restricted area, escaped from the siege of the large forces, and completed the necessary conditions for the counterattack point."
"Semedo passed the ball and it was easy to catch the ball!!!"
Komans jumped up and roared loudly.
He knew the opportunity to fight back was here!
Everyone's eyes are focused on Yi Le, and they are all looking forward to how Yi Le will handle the ball.
Ramos also changed drastically, yelling "defense".
Standing close to the left side, when he wants to come, the counter-attack must be Messi.
Under everyone's gaze, Yi Le did not choose to stop the ball, but greeted the ball with his right foot and drew it fiercely.
The direction the ball flew was exactly the opposite direction Ramos ran over.
And there, the 17-year-old Fati was driving at full speed, like an F1 car.
Fati's speed is very fast.
When he started a step late and directly overtakes Marcelo with speed, it has formed a strong visual effect.
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! !
The Barcelona fans were in an uproar. They didn't expect this 17-year-old player to be so fast.
Before that, they had not discovered that this little guy had such a fast speed.
Just relying on speed to eat Marcelo hard, nothing is more shocking than this.
Fati is running wildly, his speed is getting faster and faster, from overtaking to the present, he has pulled Marcelo down.
Fati's arms swing and feet frequency are fast.
His face flushed red, he knew his chance was coming.
I don't know why, at this moment, what comes to mind is a passage from my father.
"Ansuman, your weapon is never technology. You have your own unique offensive method. Don't think about imitating anyone. What you have to do is to be yourself and give full play to your strengths."
"The technique is not good, the body is weak, and the passing ability is not strong, but you are still on the big stage of the Nou Camp."
"Ansuman, don't be swayed by these public opinions, stay true to your heart, and use your own actions to tell everyone that you like this are worthy of this stage!"
Fati's eyes were firm and he roared inwardly.
accelerate! !
accelerate! ! accelerate! !
In his field of vision, he passed Marcelo, and then ran him far behind him.
There was an endless empty field in front of him, and the sound of breaking through the air in the air told him what to do next.
"Single-handed!!!!!!"
"God!! His speed is too fast!! This is crazy! Fati's wind speed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com ignited the passion of Camp Nou!!!"
In the audience, Barcelona fans cheered wildly.
Amidst the cheers, Fati broke into the restricted area and calmly pushed the shot when the Real Madrid goalkeeper attacked.
The ball drilled into the lower left corner and entered the net in response.
Huh! ! ! ! !
Camp Nou is boiling.
And the boiling center is the 17-year-old teenager.
He pointed his index fingers to the auditorium, and a middle-aged man shed tears of excitement in that direction.
Fati smiled brightly. He looked at his father and made his mouth.
"I did it!"