The battle between the two sides continued, even more intensely than it had been at the beginning of the game.

Paris Saint-Germain did not hesitate to run and sprint physically, and attacked Bayern's defense again and again.

And Bayern are not to be outdone, they rely on stable counterattacks, quick offensive and defensive transitions, and put huge pressure on the Paris backline.

On 43 minutes of the first half, Lewandowski was brought down by N'Golo Kante and Bayern were awarded a well-placed free-kick up front.

Ronaldo stands at the penalty spot and takes the ball out at the referee's whistle.

The angle of the ball was very tricky, and the trajectory was extremely weird, but because of the angle required too much, it flew out of the club.

The goal did not go in, but Rao did, and the Parisian fans also broke out in a cold sweat.

In this game, they were frightened, their hearts seemed to be tightly gripped, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Both sides were on the offensive, and the whole game was so dazzling that they couldn't see it with a pair of eyes.

They even felt breathless, but their eyes were fixed on the pitch, unwilling to miss a single detail.

Paris' attack was intense, but the goal was slow to come.

Manuel Neuer was a god of genius, having already blocked three of Paris' highest-quality shots.

In the face of this kind of open goalkeeper, Paris is also a little exhausted.

Time passed little by little, and in an attack in Paris, Yi Le just touched the ball and was about to stuff a through ball.

At this moment, a sharp whistle is heard.

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

Going into halftime.

Yi Le took a breath, shook his head helplessly, and followed the pace of his teammates towards the players' tunnel.

......

"The midfielder needs to support the back line more, and if it goes on like this, we will not be able to withstand the impact of Bayern!"

'The task of the midfielder is to attack and now we are at a disadvantage, we need to attack, not defend!'

"But what if the score is extended by Bayern? Our efforts have been in vain! ”

"Damn! Don't see Bayern's backline? Are they going to help? ”

"Huh! Sorry, I'm not Kimmich! ”

"I'm not sarcastic!"

"But I'm stating the facts, and Robben is going to burst me into a sieve! There's no way I can restrain him! ”

In the locker room, there was a lot of noise.

Perhaps it was the pressure of the game that annoyed a lot of people, and their bickering never stopped from the moment they entered the dressing room.

Everyone was feeling a mountain of pressure.

Bayern have a sense of urgency in their hearts.

The feeling of not being able to knock down and drag can't be crossed is really terrible!

They understand that there is now a tension on both sides.

But the Parisian players feel that if it goes on like this, it will be them who will collapse.

What if Bayern widen the score?

Then it's all over!

Every Parisian player was arguing with encouragement, and Yile and Neymar sat in silence in the corner, and the two did not participate in the quarrel.

Mbappe is not qualified, and seeing that the two bigwigs have not moved, he also chooses to remain silent.

Coach Boas and other coaches did not stop it, but quietly observed, knowing that if they forcibly intervened now, not only would it not stabilize their emotions, but it would only make things worse.

I don't know how long later, the quarrel gradually became quieter,

Yi Le raised his head slightly, and saw that everyone's eyes were looking at him.

Thiago. Silva stepped forward, patted Yile on the shoulder, and said, "Let's talk about it!" ”

Yi Le looked at Thiago blankly. Silva, only to see the latter; "They trust you."

Yi Le got up, he looked around, everyone was looking at him.

There was encouragement and trust in those eyes.

Despite its young age, Yile has plenty of weight.

When they were struggling in Paris, the first thing the players thought was to pass the ball to Yile.

Because, they understand, Yile will never let them down.

"I just want to win!" Yi Le's voice is soft; "Win this game!"

"Last year, when we played, you know what was going on in our heads?"

Everyone looked at each other, how could they possibly know.

But they were still interested in the secret of the Tottenham side that kept the game going.

"Play the game of the moment!" Yi Le stretched out his index finger and poked it gently, and said with a smile: "We don't think too much about things, what pre-game boasting, all kinds of messy things after the game, we always think about how to deal with this game!" As for the consequences? That's not something we should care about! ”

"Victory deserves cheers and applause!"

"If you fail, then you will be scolded, in fact, it's not a big deal!"

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, do your job well, do what you should do, as long as you play your ability, then you have succeeded!"

"Guys! Let's take one step further and we're in the semi-finals! ”

'We're just one goal away from the semi-finals and we shouldn't have fallen here.'

"I have a proposal, what if you don't know? Then pass me the ball and I'll show you how to play it! ”

Hearing this, the players in Paris grinned...

"Ten minutes!" Marquinhos said, "We will try not to score for ten minutes, but you must score, so I will not ask you to retreat!" ”

Neymar got up with a smile and said, "Ten minutes is enough, we will score!" ”

The others nodded their heads and accepted the offer.

Watching everyone calm down, Boas knew it was time for him to play.

He clapped his hands and shouted; "Alright, guys, we know what we're going to do in the second half, right?"

Kurzawa said viciously: "Fuck it! ”

The crowd chimed in.

"Fuck it!!"

......

At the end of the break, the two sides changed sides and fought again, and neither manager made any substitutions.

The second half of the game had just begun, and the two sides were once again attacking frantically.

It's like two bulls panting and fighting each other.

At this time, both Paris and Bayern understand that they cannot retreat, and taking a step back is an abyss, and morale and will collapse.

Therefore, it is a tenacious will.

See who can't stand it first?

The Parisian attack was fierce, and Yile also began to make dribbling breakthroughs to reduce the pressure on Neymar.

In the past, Neymar was the team's breakthrough player, but in the first half he was already targeted by Bayern's backline, so Yile took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility and began to replace Neymar in his unfinished work.

Yile's breakthrough is not weaker than Neymar's, which is already a well-known thing in European football.

Many people say that Yile does not make a breakthrough, but that there is no need to do so.

But when he starts to break through, then be careful.

Because, they have driven Yile to a corner.

Yile changed direction several times in a row and directly shook Martinez down, and when facing Boateng, Yile immediately smashed the ball to complete the change of direction, flexible as a dancing elf.

Boateng stuck to Yi Le and wanted to squeeze Yi Le out, but he found that Yi Le's physical resistance was very strong, and he was not pushed out, but he was pushed in.

At this time, Yile's super personal ability was vividly displayed.

He forced a gap in the middle.

"Yi Shi into the big penalty area, what will he do with this ball?"

French commentator Mitches shouted in surprise.

Old Monet was even more excited; "God! He's too strong, that's the value of Yi, a perfect super midfielder, he can not only pass the ball exquisitely, but his breakthrough is also extremely sharp! ”

After entering the penalty area, Yi Le moved laterally, leaning close to the left, trying to naturally attract the defensive force to focus on the left side.

And Neymar also slapped the horse.

Yile immediately got up and made a gesture to pass the ball.

Boateng reached out with his foot and blocked the angle of Yile's pass.

But in the next second, Yi Le's feet dangled over the ball, swinging over like a pirate ship, and then swinging back and slamming his heel on the ball.

"Heel pass!! The goal is.... Post-point !!!!! ——”

Mitches got up at the same time as Monet Sr. and shouted excitedly.

Attracted by Yile and Neymar, Bayern's defensive strength is concentrated on the left side, which is the front point, but there is a large gap on the right side.

And there, Mbappe slapped the horse and hit the ball with a fierce volley.

Bang!!!

The ball smashed into the goal like a comet.

Neuer didn't even react in time, and by the time he came to his senses, the ball was already bouncing inside the goal.

Rumble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

The entire Parc des Princes stadium was boiling.

The crowd jumped to their feet, embracing each other excitedly and screaming 'Paris! Hooray'.

"Mbappe scores!! He scored a crucial goal!! ”

"But for this goal, Yi's credit is even greater, he has penetrated Bayern's backline, he is too strong!!"