"Lin Mo!"
"Fuck...hey...beautiful!"
Lao Zhan's reaction was extremely fast. This was not a Gumi video. Don't talk nonsense.
"Wow, Lin Mo is awesome. Correll was knocked down directly?"
In the picture, Lin Mo dunked his right foot again, directly from Correll. The left side rushed into the penalty area.
And the poor guy felt that his ankle seemed to be twisted, and he collapsed on the spot.
【Ankle Killer】
The 188 big man entered the penalty area with a bicycle in front of the penalty area. This was the first time that Lin Mo passed the opponent purely by relying on his skills.
Just as the fans stood up collectively in excitement, Lin Mo's sister-in-law appeared in front of him.
But in the eyes of his sister-in-law, the young man smiled strangely and had a playful look in his eyes.
! ?
His body swayed slightly, and his sister-in-law's heart rang with alarm. When she turned around, she saw that Herrera had already taken the ball and hit the goal.
"Whoa!"
Mourinho pouted and waved his fists constantly. He could already feel the Old Trafford shaking under his feet.
It’s like a raging volcano igniting Manchester this spring.
"The ball went in!"
"2-1, Herrera shot calmly, so beautiful."
"Lin Mo's wing The inward cut created an opportunity, and Paris Saint-Germain's defense in the middle was completely empty. The three central defender system faced the speedy forward. This was a disaster."
"Let's take a look at the replay... Sure enough, Ma. Tower and Herrera are empty, and they even have two players who haven't returned to defend."
Xiao Ma waited for the excited Lao Zhan to finish, and quietly added: "Lin Mo's cut inside. He is also very beautiful. If he hadn't attracted the defense, Herrera might not have had such a good chance to score!"
Lao Zhan turned his head and glanced at Xiao Ma with slightly red cheeks: " Yes, the most important thing is Lin Mo's breakthrough, which opened a hole in Paris' defense and created a chain reaction."
But the fans don't care whether you make a mistake or not, they don't care. Hugging and cheering.
Political Commissar Herrera stepped on the billboard and accepted the hugs and cheers from the fans.
Several people on the bench rushed to celebrate the goal.
Manchester United's morale suddenly lifted.
With this goal, Manchester United completely let go of the attack against Paris, and the pace of the game suddenly accelerated several times.
The 38th minute of the game.
Martial collided with his sister-in-law while actively fighting in the frontcourt, and the referee decisively punished his sister-in-law for a foul.
Unfortunately, Martial injured his ankle and was forced to leave the game.
The originally encouraging morale began to stop rising, and Lukaku came on as an emergency substitute.
At the same time, this also broke Mourinho's rhythm.
Two people were injured before the first half was over, which is not a good sign.
Mata's free kick hit the crossbar, and the football bounced into the penalty area. Lukaku's thigh knocked and flew directly out of the baseline without hitting the target.
"Oh——!"
The fans at the scene immediately held their heads in regret. If they could equalize the score in the first half, Manchester United would definitely have a chance to come back.
Game time: I love you in the 41st minute.
Lin Mo and Rashford switched positions, and Manchester United relied on the defensive attitude of the Paris Trident to create opportunities.
Mata watched Lin Mo move and split the ball.
After Lin Mo caught the ball, Bernat was in front of him. Lin Mo’s left foot was used as a support, and his right foot was shaking on the football, looking like a Brazilian samba.
Just when the other party wanted to show Lin Mo some color, Lin Mo suddenly moved.
His right foot touches the football, seemingly heading straight for the baseline.
But Bernat, who was accustomed to his opponent's feints, looked at the space less than half a meter away from the baseline with a smile on his face, preparing to block the outside line.
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The next second, his smile disappeared, no, it should be said that it moved to Lin Mo's face.
That youthful smiling face appeared again at Old Trafford.
Lin Mo almost stepped on the bottom line and led the football into the penalty area.
He liked the feeling of dancing with swords on the baseline very much. The surging heartbeat and the burst of adrenaline made Lin Mo's state completely full!
The fans on the sidelines also became excited as Lin Mo danced with swords.
They only felt a warm current rising slowly from their waists, to their brains, and straight to the depths of their souls.
Football is so exciting and makes people want to stop.
Lin Mo saw the right opportunity and made a fake move that caused Verratti, who was retreating, to fly to intercept, but Lin Mo just picked the ball to the far end.
Rashford had been waiting there for a long time. He opened his arms and drew his bow.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two sounds sounded in Buffon's ears almost at the same time, which was different from the sudden attack just now.
He could hardly return this shot from the near post to the far end.
Fortunately, the goalpost saved Paris.
But at this time, Manchester United's offensive continued unabated, attacking the opponent's defense one after another.
Ashley Young and Valencia even lived directly in the frontcourt.
FansI was very excited that Manchester United could suppress Paris. There were endless singing, applause, and cheers.
But none of the celebrities could laugh. They discovered some problems.
"Harry Maguire, this guy is too slow, Leo, have you noticed?"
Ferdinand nodded: "Too much pressure!"
Evra, Solskjaer and others all nodded in agreement.
So naturally, Mourinho also discovered this, so he asked Kanter to be less forward and let Smalling go up less to assist.
But at this moment, young player Buffon made a side dive and confiscated Mata's shot.
He stood up and glanced at the frontcourt, and handed the ball to Marquinhos.
Lin Mo felt something was wrong. Just as he was about to go up and commit a tactical foul, the football had already flown past half-court.
A white figure suddenly rushed out of everyone's sight, and Maguire had no time to turn around and start.
"Single sword!"
"Danger, Mbappe!"
Lao Zhan only had time to shout these two sentences, and saw Mbappe as if Like the wind, he entered the penalty area and easily deflected De Gea's shot into the empty goal.
"This goal... is there!"
"3-1, Paris Saint-Germain scored another goal in the 44th minute of the first half, Kylian Mbappe . ”
“The last European golden boy, the French supercar, has only had the wrong name but not the wrong nickname since ancient times.”
Speed, consciousness, and driving. With his dribbling and shooting skills, Mbappe explains what the French supercar is.
Maguire, who was chasing after him, could only hold his knees with his hands, breathing heavily and feeling a little frustrated.
In fact, he has already started in advance, but Mbappe's speed is not something he can catch up with.
If we fight against counterattack, this kind of scene may not happen.
But once both sides engage in fast-paced offense and defense, or even Manchester United press forward, the pressure on the defense is too great.
Mourinho looked at Mbappe, who was jumping up and celebrating with his hands folded across his chest, and he missed someone in his heart.
"If Bailly is still here, there might be a chance to catch up."
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