Barcelona's control of the game was absolutely fierce. Iniesta launched a long pass in the midfield and sent it directly to the right. This time Neymar singled out on the right and directly passed Tresch... The Wolfsburg left back was completely He was no match for Brazil's No. 10 new king. He was squeezed into the penalty area by his opponent in one step of acceleration, and even center back Dante was instantly wiped out. Neymar continuously changed directions to directly open up space on the right side of Wolfsburg's penalty area.
"Neymar!
! "
The Brazilian star hit the crossbar with a volley, forcing Castells to make a desperate save.
"Ouch——"
“Forca Barca!
!
"
It seemed that Wolfsburg was indeed pressed to the ground and rubbed. When the camera turned, everyone noticed Kaladze in the stadium box. He was smiling, clapping his hands and talking to the entourage around him.
"It's Mr. Kaladze! This is the appeal of Barcelona. Does Wolfsburg dare to imagine such a scene? Hahaha!"
The Catalan TV commentator looked confident, thinking that Wolfsburg had definitely benefited from them, but Kaladze was answering the questions of his accompanying subordinates with a smile.
"Sir, you just said that the player No. 6 from Wolfsburg was the one who defeated you?"
"Are you surprised?"
Kaladze had a smile on his face. If not for the Catalan commentary on the peacock's tail, the topic would have nothing to do with them at all.
"No...how is that possible? You are a legend of AC Milan and the pride of our Georgian football. To beat you, it should be a Barcelona player...uh...and Wolfsburg doesn't seem to be on the same level at all."
The subordinate did not dare to continue talking, but Kaladze waved his hand and stared at the field with a somewhat penetrating gaze: "Not only wealthy families can have geniuses."
His attention has been fixed on Yi Zhe on the court. What is revealed in his eyes is not only his professional judgment based on his previous life as a green legend, but also his current sharpness as a rising star in the political arena.
Wolfsburg faced huge pressure on the field. Although Barcelona's attack was blocked, Busquets soon pressed forward to counterattack outside the penalty area. Yi Zhe came forward and almost simultaneously struck with a kick that caused him to flip over.
The two of them fell to the ground at the same time. Yi Zhe had tried his best. Facing Professor Bu, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had long legs, a fierce style, and excellent awareness, he had done almost everything he could do.
"Yi Zhe! Oh my god! This is really not easy! He actually forced the professor to do something!"
Although Rakitic still got a long shot opportunity, the Croatian midfielder rushed up and missed the goal with a long shot, but Busquets was even more shocked.
It was not a courtesy before the game. He remembered Yi Zhe, whom he had met in La Masia before, but he couldn't believe that this was the kid he had seen and praised by everyone.
So tough?
He stretched out his hand to pull Yi Zhe up, showing his grace, but Yi Zhe just extended his palm to him: "Sergio, nice to meet you."
A very personable greeting pushed back Busquets' joke. Looking at this genius from La Masia, Busquets' face slowly became serious.
Yi Zhe turned around and started grabbing Gustavo: "Louis, let's go! Fuck them, like me!"
Yi Zhe felt that he had set an example with the whole team, but Gustavo asked him unhappily: "Yi Zhe, what do you mean when you say that Wolfsburg needs to be a dog first?"
"Keep a low profile and be ready to bite them from their assholes at any time!" Yi Zhe said in a fierce tone: "Are you going to be a softie? Lewis!"
Gustavo's expression instantly brightened, and he looked a little embarrassed: "Yi, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I forgot, this is Chinese."
"Sounds interesting. Can you teach me, Yi?"
"Then you have to prove something, I don't teach weaklings!"
…
Although they had the advantage on the field, both Iniesta on the field and Enrique on the sidelines found problems. Kong had the initiative to control the ball, but it was difficult to take the ball against Wolfsburg's dense defense in the middle. Mouth, Rakitic stepped on the ball and looked at Yi Zhe. He really missed the days when Xavi was by his side and played the invincible duo. Now he is the only one left. Rakitic has already penetrated into the arc of the penalty area. This capable man There are some rough lines in his work, and at first glance, he is not a player nurtured by Barcelona tradition.
He faced Yi Zhe, glanced behind him, and accelerated with the ball, hoping to open up space directly from Yi Zhe. Yinnesta lowered his center of gravity with confidence. If he couldn't control the scene and rhythm in front of Yi Zhe, might he have kicked a dog in these years? !
He completely used his body to block the space Yi Zhe grabbed from the side, unless Yi Zhe ended up with a rough foul, but before that he was sure to have sent a fatal pass.
But when Yi Zhe saw that his body couldn't squeeze out Yonesta, he lowered his center of gravity and slid his right foot tightly against the turf. He just lightly touched Yonesta's foot... which was originally carefully calculated by Yonesta. The passing line left him ill-prepared because of the slight deviation of the football.
At this moment, Yi Zhe stood up, turned around and ran in the direction of attack. As he expected, Gustavo rushed up quickly to steal the ball first and pushed the ball to him.
Yi Zhe silently gave a thumbs up, he is still a teachable child!
"Wolfsburg's counterattack!"
"Yi Zhe steals Yonesta! This is a technical duel!"
The situation on the field took a sudden turn, and almost all Wolfsburg fans stood up and burst into cheers.
"VFL!
!
"
"VFL!
!
"
After all, Gustavo and Gilavoji were just players doing the dirty work. During the counterattack, their first reaction was to watch Yi Zhexiu operate.
Yi Zhe's eyes were also staring ahead, and he had to fight back faster than he could.
He looked up and saw Busquets moving sideways, but still chose to speed up with the ball.
"Yi, do you want to challenge Busquets?"
Yi Zhe directly dribbled the ball to accelerate the change of direction. He saw Busquets quickly leaning over and his legs swept towards him like a whip.
But Yi Zhe even predicted his opponent's prediction and directly picked up the ball. He jumped over Busquets' right leg in the air and crossed this huge obstacle almost like a hurdle.
Busquets' eyes widened and he stared dumbfoundedly at Yi Zhe crossing him.
Is this Harvey? ? ?
There was a confused question mark on his face, and Yi Zhe's body was still in the air, and he passed the ball to the side with a diving attitude of heading the ball.
Draxler received the ball and singled out Alves for a quick sprint. The atmosphere in the stadium instantly exploded.
"easy!
!
! This time he actually defeated Sergio Busquets! "
"Yi Zhe! Oh - this is a precise air-drop pass!"
Draxler quickly broke into the penalty area from the wing and fired a shot directly towards the far end of the goal, forcing Barcelona goalkeeper Ter Stegen to fly to make a save.
"Ouch——"
"VFL!
!
!
"
The ball bounced to the outside. Yi Zhe appeared on the penalty area line again. He glanced at the goal and swung his leg slightly to shoot. Pique's center of gravity took a step forward. Yi Zhe took advantage of the situation to complete the escape. He was almost as fast as Pique. As soon as he turned around, Yi Zhe had already dribbled the ball into the penalty area.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Mascherano coming from the right. Facing this top-level central defender, Yi Zhe quickly stretched his legs to pull the ball back, almost using a giant turn to move the ball from the left side of the penalty area. Quickly pull back to the right side...Yi Zhe is really brave as a master, he almost let Mascherano pass close to his body, but Yi Zhe dribbled horizontally in the opposite direction to get out of the space.
This operation was just a matter of seconds, but in front of Barcelona, this operation blinded the entire audience.
"easy!
!
! "
“Yi Zhe!
!
! "
Mascherano could only watch with his eyes as Yi Zhe kicked off in front of him and blasted directly into the far end of the goal. Mascherano and Pique fell in the penalty area in front of him, and Busquets stopped in despair at the front of the penalty area.
“Yizhe—TOOOOOOOOR!
!
!
!
"
“Yi Zhe—the ball is scored!
!
He scored the Barcelona goal on his own!
!
"
It was a world of ice and fire, but Yi Zhe ran to the sideline opposite the Barcelona coaching bench and stood astride with his hands on his hips.
"Ah—damn it! How dare he demonstrate against Barcelona!"
The Catalan commentator exploded on the spot, but what does Yi Zhe dare not do now?
"Hahaha, this is Enrique's abandoned son, now the gravedigger of the championship! The genius of La Masia is standing here, he has not changed, but time cannot go back to the past!"
He Wei interpreted this scene meaningfully.
