unparalleled

Chapter 403 The truth is so cruel
After the halftime break, Nkunku, who was standing on the sidelines, moved his body and walked back to the court, full of tension.

"Javier Pastore and Christopher Nkunku come on! Hahaha, does it look like Emery has given up hope? To send such a young man. This player named Nkunku has played in this season The performance in Ligue [-] is quite bad, and Emery has already been thrown into the sidelines before that!" The commentator of Catalan TV station did his homework well, and because he did it well, he taunted him without reservation.

But Uncle Fagoli is naturally full of excitement. After all, he has the selfishness of his old father, and his son has to support him at all times: "Christopher Nkunku, after eight games, I finally saw him again! And Javier Pastore played together, this is the beginning of Emery's counterattack horn!"

"Christopher Nkunku played. It is necessary to highlight this player. It is said that this is the player who has the best personal relationship with Gao Yuyang in the Paris team. Gao Yuyang was sent to the B team for a short time when he first arrived in Paris. En Kunku and him are B team students at the same time..."

He Wei briefly introduced to the TV.

Everyone knows that Paris has only one way to strengthen its offense, but the main attention is still on Javier Pastore. After all, this is the Argentine international. Ignore Nkunku.

In fact, Nkunku was so nervous that his feet were tight when he touched the ball for the first time on the court, and his body was completely stiff.

The appearance of two offensive midfielders replaced Rabiot and Matuidi. It is obvious that Emery intends to give it a go, and the offensive attributes of the midfielder have been unprecedentedly strengthened.

But Nkunku touched the ball for the first time, faced Mascherano head-on, and didn't even make any further moves. Seeing the opponent standing in front of him fiercely, probably he was still thinking whether he should pass the ball with the one in front of him. Superstar singles.

In fact, it was only a second, but he had no chance. Mascherano stepped up and took the ball directly in front of him.

"Nkunku! The ball was cut off the first time he came up! He should have passed it to Gao Yuyang, and now he gave Barcelona a chance to counterattack! Neymar took the ball and counterattacked!"

The new king of Brazil dribbles the ball all the way to the middle, and the work at his feet is no less than that of Messi. Of course, it is precisely because he is good at this when he debuted. When he was still in the Brazilian club Santos, he had already received the greatest attention. ... Attracting Verratti and right-back Meunier to double-team in the middle, it was passed to the penalty area again, and Suarez grabbed Kimpembe and shook his head to attack the goal.

"Luis Suarez!"

Trapp guarded the near corner in front of the goal and saved the ball over the crossbar with a single palm.

"Ah--Barcelona almost killed the game!" The Catalan TV commentator shouted with some regret.

At this time, the close-up shot was given to Nkunku very meaningfully. He covered his face, and Gao Yuyang was standing beside him.

"Christopher! This is the knockout round of the Champions League, find yourself!"

The situation no longer allowed Gao Yuyang to talk more. He was more anxious than anyone else. Now is the time when he needs the ball most and the team needs to attack.But let Nkunku play at this time... Gao Yuyang saw the little guy's eyes and knew that he was not ready at all.

Barcelona continued to put pressure on the midfield. Pastore wanted to pass a kick to the wing, but was shoveled by Busquets. The ball bounced to the backcourt of Paris and almost gave the opponent another chance. Fortunately, Marchini Oss followed up in time to make a big foot forward to make a clearance.

Not to mention how aggrieved Gao Yuyang was in this game, he spent almost the same amount of physical energy running, but the ball could not be passed to his feet at all.

Paris steals the ball from the backcourt. Kimpembe presses up and passes it directly to the midfielder after receiving the ball. Nkunku.

This time Nkunku took the ball, he chose to dribble to the side-seeing Mascherano sticking up, to be honest he was a little scared.So I want to avoid its edge.

But he came to the wing and was caught between Mascherano and Alba in the tight space near the touchline.

"Nkunku took the ball into a dead end himself!"

Facing the defense of two top defenders, Nkunku chose to take the ball with his back and stubbornly pass it back to the backcourt. stump him.

But he didn't see that Marquinhos had just passed the ball, and he subconsciously gave it to the position just now...

"The back pass! Christopher passed behind Marchinhos! The Parisian defense is empty, but that's not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is - Neymar got the pass!!!! !"

Nkunku's sudden pass successfully tricked his own defender and sent Neymar a "perfect" through ball.

This operation really stunned all the explanations.

"My God! What is this doing?"

"Tell me it's not true! Just a few minutes into the game, Nkunku sent a perfect pass, but the imperfection is that he passed it to the opponent!"

With Neymar's strength, naturally he would not lose this gift, throwing away the entire defense of Paris, and singled out Trapp one-on-one to complete a lob with ease.

0: 3.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!! Neymar da Silva! Hahahahaha!" The Catalan TV commentator suddenly jumped up and laughed wildly, and even made a kowtow to the stadium: "Thank you Christopher Nkunku, thank him for being possessed by Ronaldinho, Deco, Xavi, Iniesta at this moment, it turns out he is a friend of Barcelona! Hahaha! Thank him for giving us a great victory! "

This is the biggest taunt. In the Parc des Princes, the home court of Paris, this is a goal that makes everyone want to cry.It's not about the score, it's about the method.

The camera casually scanned the home team stands, even in the stands of "Boulogne", Page and a group of friends were covering their heads with their hands.

At this time, Uncle Fagoli's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he heard the reminder from the director in the headset: "Fagoli, buddy, you need to calm down!"

"I'm very calm!" After covering his earphones and shouting, Uncle Fargoli closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, and then said: "What can I say about such a conceded goal? Maybe This night does not belong to Paris."

If it was not his son who sent the pass, there is no doubt that Uncle Fagoli would shout "Get out!"
The fact is so cruel, the fatal blow delivered by Nkunku not only cut off any possibility of this game, but also made many Paris fans feel powerless against fate.

Is that all?Is the top giants really the curse of fate in Paris?

Nkunku fell on his back, covering his face with his hands.

Gao Yuyang saw it, but he didn't intend to comfort him, but shrugged and walked away.

He's still upset, it's better to let this guy calm down.

Once he did this, he couldn't help it—at least in this game, there was nothing he could do.

(End of this chapter)