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Chapter 513 This is God's help in Paris!

Another 10 minutes later, at 10 minutes into the first half, the rain had turned into a torrential downpour.

The weather in the British Isles is so changeable.Although the Cardiff Millennium Stadium is a five-star stadium certified by UEFA, which means that the drainage system is absolutely complete and there will be no water on the field, but it is impossible to have no impact on the game.

Both teams are skilled, especially Real Madrid. To play the sharp counterattack of the BBC team Xiao Kuailing, they must be able to play pass control.

Modric had already got the ball in the frontcourt, and had already escaped Matuidi's tackle. Seeing Marcelo in front, he wanted to pass the ball straight through the ribs of Paris, but the ball was blocked in a short time. Wrapped in a layer of stagnant water, the pass from the outer instep was too strong, and it was passed directly to the goal. Areola fell to the ground and hugged it.

But then it was even more outrageous. Areola wanted to throw the ball vigorously to launch a counterattack, but ran to the edge of the penalty area and threw it hard... His hand slipped, and the ball landed right at the front of the penalty area.

Cross saw the opportunity and followed up with a hanging door.This made Areola panicked and backed away in a hurry, only to fall directly on the turf.

"Areola!!!!!!"

Uncle Fagoli screamed with his eyes wide open.

The last lob hit the post and missed the baseline.Cross covered his eyes in disbelief.

"Toni Kroos turned down the great gift from Paris Saint-Germain! This is the most perfect opportunity!" The commentator of German TV [-] felt unbelievable.

But what is even more unbelievable is that God also came to join in the fun at this time, and the game became even more unpredictable.

"This is not the true strength of Areola! It is not the strength of Greater Paris either! Cardiff's Millennium Stadium suddenly rained heavily, but it is fair to both parties, and this should be an opportunity for Greater Paris!"

The surrounding colleagues from major European media only regarded this scene as a sideshow of the game, but Uncle Fagoli emphasized his tone because of this.

The current situation should be beneficial to Paris, but the team seems to have failed to seize the opportunity.

Falling behind by two goals in the first half, in such a passive situation in the final, even if he looked up and saw Gao Yuyang holding Ramos behind him in the frontcourt, he still chose to speed up and single out his opponent.

"Nkunku actually chose to speed up!"

Kroos and Modric closed the goal back and forth and directly snatched the ball, and then advanced to the front of the penalty area. Modric shot a very threatening long shot 25 meters from the goal on the right side of the front field, flying erratically to the far corner.Fortunately, Areola was also very focused, stretching out a single palm to lift the ball over the crossbar.

The first half ended, and the score was fixed at 0:2. Gao Yuyang stood in the center of the court and walked down slowly. The score was so eye-catching that it was as cold as wet hair, from head to toe.

The stands have almost completely become a palace of celebration for Real Madrid fans. Ronaldo walked to the side of the stands and stroked the head of a five or six-year-old child, causing the Real Madrid fans to cheer even louder.

"Vamos Mardid!!!!!!"

这个半场无疑对皇马来说是成功的：控球率70.00%，射门7:2，比分2:0.
Ronaldo became the king of this half.

"At the end of the first half, Ronaldo scored twice... It's time for Emery to think about tactics. Is his team not fighting at all? Is Gao Yuyang completely inferior to Ronaldo? I'm afraid it's just the whole team. Chinese fans can't agree."

He Wei can only say so. After all, he is a CCTV commentator, but even fans who watch the live broadcast on Knowing the Ball feel a sense of powerlessness.

"Boss Luo is still awesome! What the hell... Double arrogance is not for nothing!"

"This has nothing to do with Gao Yuyang, just blame Emery! The tactics are completely beaten by Qi Zu! One general is incompetent and exhausts the three armies."

"It's raining... Emery, you f*cked me up! The header is made! What kind of tactics Emery has arranged!"

The icy rain hit the stands, and Paige felt that his glasses had been covered with a layer of water mist, but the fire in his heart was burning hotter and hotter—the fire of hope had not been extinguished, and it was very important to the team. His fire was burning even more.

"Guys! Half time left! Only half time left! PSG need our voices, the second half must fuck me down the damn Real Madrid!"

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In the locker room, all the players were in a bit of a panic. After all, the rain was all over their heads and faces, but more importantly, the game was too hot.

Emery walked in and glanced at the faces of everyone. To be honest, he was quite dissatisfied. The atmosphere in the room was full of wind and rain.

"We've got half-time left! Guys, it's not our quality! Go up to Real Madrid! They're not gods! Not gods! Press them to make mistakes! Then pass the ball to Gao's feet, That's the tactic!"

No one dared to respond, and it could be heard that the head coach was angry.

"Then it must be passed on..."

Nkuku muttered, but he seemed to have forgotten that he was sitting next to Gao Yuyang.

"Christopher, what are you talking about?"

Hearing Gao Yuyang's question, Nkunku quickly raised his head, repeated it with a smile, and shrugged helplessly: "It seems that Mr. has nothing to do, ah... always saying these boring things."

Gao Yuyang's eyes widened: "Christopher, is it really impossible to pass it on to me?"

He was a little speechless, this kid is really big!Isn't this your own pot?
"Won't it even upload to my head? Can't you believe that I can smash through Real Madrid's goal? If you hesitate, we will have no chance! Can we wait another year? Christopher!"

Gao Yuyang suddenly raised his voice, and everyone in the room turned their attention.

"Gao..." Nkunku's eyes widened, he felt wronged.

"Don't act like this, Christopher! Champions League doesn't believe in tears, only in heroes!"

Emery stopped talking and stood aside to watch Gao Yuyang boost the team's morale.

"Now is our chance, it's raining! Can't you make a cross from the side? Can't you make a long pass? Angel, with an annual salary of tens of millions, can't you pass it over my head?"

"Hey Gao, you can't joke like this!" Di Maria laughed.

"This is not a joke! Julian, you are a genius in the whole of Germany!"

Draxler didn't speak, and he was in a bad mood, he just replied in a deep voice: "I see, Gao!"

"So much the better!"

The UEFA match supervisor knocked on the locker room door: "Gentlemen, it's time to play!"

Time is running out, Gao Yuyang finally clenched his hands: "It's raining, guys! But this is Paris! We have nothing on the Champions League stage, but we dare to smash Real Madrid! Because we are Paris! "

"PSG!!!!"

Everyone shouted in unison, perhaps because Gao Yuyang found a solution to the problem, the eyes of many players regained their confidence.

(End of this chapter)