Yi Zhe was completely unable to control the ball. It wasn't that there was something wrong with his condition, but that his teammates simply couldn't pass the ball to his feet. Even if he was plugged in online, he couldn't grab it by himself across the entire court.
This state makes him uncomfortable. Naples' defense is nothing at all. They could win an epic victory at Wolfsburg, but now they are unable to exert their strength. Even looking at this shaky defense , he has already received his position in his own penalty area.
But Yi Zhedu retreated, and there was destined to be no one who could take the ball in the frontcourt today, so Naples attacked wildly on the court, almost sweeping through the Real Madrid penalty area like a violent wind!
"Mertens! He surpassed Marcelo!"
The opponent once again threw away the Real Madrid favorite from the right and entered the penalty area alone. Navas quickly attacked and blocked the first shot with his chest, but the ball fell on the outside. As soon as the camera turned, Hamsik had quickly followed up, facing Real Madrid. The empty door has been exposed.
"Hamsik!"
The Slovak midfielder shot directly at the ball. Of course he saw Yi Zhe blocking him, but the huge advantage in the opening scene had already given him a head start, and he felt that he could also show off his opponent.
New World Footballer?
The man who beat Leo and Cristiano?
But here I am, representing Naples!
The ball came out, and Yi Zhe jumped up and turned half of his body to expand the defensive area.
"Boom!"
The powerful and heavy kick hit Yi Zhe and rebounded, but Yi Zhe also fell directly to the ground.
"Oh! Yi!"
"Yi Zhe completed a heroic rescue, but this time... let's see what happened!"
As soon as He Wei saw Yi Zhe fall to the ground, he immediately became extremely nervous. Everyone was worried about this game, fearing that something might happen. Yi Gang, who was in front of the TV, saw his son fall to the ground, and his hands shook subconsciously. After a moment, half of the cigarette butt fell to the ground.
"Oh, son..."
As a mother, Tang Junran was even more nervous, but Yi Gang was a professional after all, and quickly reassured his wife: "It's okay, this baby is showing off his acting skills."
In fact, no, Hamsik really kicked Yi Zhe's ass firmly. It definitely hurt. It was indeed far from the level that professional players could not accept. But this was Yi Zhe's experience. He understood. Everyone needs to take a breath at this time.
While the team doctor rushed in to check on Yizhe's injury, the Real Madrid players ran to the sidelines in unison, picked up a bottle of mineral water and cooled themselves down from head to toe.
Zidane walked to the sidelines, not anxious, and said to everyone in a gentle tone: "Try to relax, guys... This is a 180-minute game!"
】
Qi Zu did not make a request, but just repeated a fact: we have a way out.
Assistant coach David Bettoni then asked in a low voice: "Zidan, is this appropriate? Real Madrid never give up on a game."
But Zidane turned to look at his assistant: "David, you know everyone's state, what do you think I can do in this situation?"
David Bettoni was choked for a moment. It was hard for him to say. After all, the man in front of him was a legend of an era. He should be able to do a lot, right? But he couldn't understand exactly what it could be done.
"I can't do anything." Zidane shook his head and told the truth: "So we can't ask everyone to do anything. Real Madrid can win many games, but it is always a false proposition that football is higher than life."
This is helpless, and it seems that Zidane has no more expectations.
But Yi Zhe would not agree.
After taking a breath, he directly found Marcelo, a teammate who had been blessed by him.
"Man, tell me, how do you feel right now?"
Marcelo looked confused. He really wanted to say that he just wanted to sleep now and his body was so heavy. But when Yi Zhe swallowed his words, he was surprised. This guy was not worried at all here. My own life?
"Are you scared?"
This time Marcelo simply shook his head: "You are the one who should be afraid, Yi, what do I have to be afraid of! Haha!"
I'm scared of something!
Yi Zhe replied in his heart, then turned to look at Cross: "Tony, give me the ball! The Germans are not afraid of anything!"
He could see that in fact, everyone just didn't sleep well, and Modric was the only one who was really psychologically affected by the episode in the past few days.
"Luka, keep up with me!"
Kroos soon had a duel with Zelinsky in the midfield, intercepted the ball and immediately turned around and passed it to Yi Zhe. Already ten minutes into the game, Yi Zhe finally had his first chance to get the ball.
The decibel level in the entire Maradona Stadium instantly rose to a higher level, and it had a somewhat eerie sound.
"Woo——"
But at this moment, Yi Zhe got the ball and immediately accelerated, and instantly wiped out Hamsik. The Slovak star who just looked like he could carry the whole game is now no different from a wooden stake.
"Yizhe gets the ball! Yi Zhe finally has a chance to get the ball! The rhythm is up!"
Diawara, another defensive midfielder who was dragging behind, came directly forward and waited to take a shot at Yi Zhe, knocking him over directly. However, before falling to the ground, Yi Zhe had already sent a long pass to the frontcourt.
"Long pass from Yi! This is the Real Madrid we want to see - Cristiano!!!!"
Cristiano Ronaldo already had a one-on-one opportunity in the frontcourt, but today the president's foot movements were obviously not right. Albiol came out to defend and cut off the ball before he even started to accelerate.
"Cristiano... Damn it! Damn Neapolitan!"
Medleno started spraying directly, but Ronaldo smiled and gave Yizhe a thumbs up and rubbed his face hard.
Zidane showed a two-point smile. Although he was not too demanding on the players, he still couldn't accept a tragedy to preserve suspense for the second round. Seeing the sudden changes on the field, he knew that Yi Zhe There is always something to bring.
Yi Zhe walked to Modric and asked quickly: "Luka, are you okay? Can you keep up with the rhythm?"
Modric's face also improved a bit, and he was obviously aroused by Yi Zhe's wave of enthusiasm: "No problem, Yi, I am a professional player."
Yi Zhe smiled and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Luka should be a great warrior!"
Modric was stunned for a moment, and there was a faint twinkle in his eyes.
Cross was surprised when he saw this scene. It was not because Yi Zhe had done anything, but precisely because he had done nothing. Just one word could make people regain their power over the game.
But just a pass, in a word... Is he really only twenty years old?
If there wasn't a time-traveled soul in this body, Cross would just feel like he'd been transformed into a dog over the years.
