Dear Gua
Chapter 468 Advancing to the Top Eight (Daily Transition)
"Different, Buffon faces fewer tests in Chelsea."
"Many times, the midfield solves the potential crisis."
The game restarts in the center circle.
Cavani passes the ball back to Verratti from the kickoff.
Chelsea's forwards quickly begin to press.
The ball is quickly passed backward on the green field.
Thiago Silva observes his teammates' runs and makes a long pass.
"The intention is obvious."
"The purpose is too simple, just to find Di Maria on the right."
"Wow!"
"The Argentinian is like an eel."
Chelsea's right half, forty-meter zone.
Di Maria dribbles past Fabregas with ease.
Then he sprints forward with the ball.
He is no longer at his peak, and his data is not strong, but he can provide the team with a second stable point of advance.
Although his success rate in dribbling past people in European competitions is very low.
Kant quickly comes to defend, and together with Rudiger, he presses the Argentinian to the outside, launching a pincer attack.
The two little black eggs climbing to the peak will not suffer the loss of the first leg again.
Pa.
Di Maria sits down on the grass.
The ball also rolls out of bounds.
"Judging from the direction of the linesman's flag... it's Paris Saint-Germain's ball."
"Di Maria doesn't need to be discouraged. The Champions League knockout stage is a hurdle. Even superstars who are usually brilliant in the league and national team may not be able to shine on this stage."
"For example, Hazard, a strong contender for the third person in the world, has only scored two goals and zero assists in the Champions League knockout stage over the years."
"Morata is the opposite, a big-game player, stronger when facing stronger opponents. In the 14-15 season, no matter what kind of giants you are, he can score in the Champions League knockout stage!"
"Alves wants to take a quick throw-in, but Rudiger is hindering him."
Alves has a strong desire to win. His first reaction is to pick up the ball and throw it quickly, instead of helping his teammate up.
Unfortunately, he is hindered by the German black egg.
The other party also keeps saying strange languages.
The referee jogs forward and forcibly pulls the two apart.
The Samba wing-back throws the ball out of bounds.
Motta receives the ball and makes a long pass to Kurzawa, who is inserted on the left half.
At this time.
Paris Saint-Germain's midfielders and forwards are trying to flatten Chelsea's defensive formation.
Can it be flattened?
It can't be flattened.
Kurzawa dribbles boringly on the wing. After reaching the thirty-meter zone, he looks up and seems to see a blue forest.
He can't find any passing space forward at all.
It's like facing Atletico Madrid and Juventus with a "complete lineup"!
It's a bit desperate!
"As long as David Luiz doesn't act stupidly, it's difficult for Chelsea to lose the ball in the positional battle stage!"
"Buffon is arranging his formation."
"Kurzawa is looking for Mbappe, a mismatch bombing... the ball is lost."
Time passes by.
The referee blows the whistle to end the first half.
Chelsea fans cheer.
Tuchel and the coaching staff are engaged in a fierce discussion.
Paris Saint-Germain fans are becoming more and more desperate: the total score is four goals behind, and the opponent's defensive hardness at home is comparable to Atletico Madrid and Juventus, and the efficiency of the transition attack is even better. How can they fight?
Emery frowns.
Four hundred million, unable to break through Chelsea's goal.
66th minute of the match.
A sudden change occurs.
Mbappe explodes with terrifying speed on the right, beating Azpilicueta!
He enters the penalty area unstoppably.
Then he falls to the ground.
Stamford Bridge bursts into exclamations.
"Penalty!"
"Red card!"
"The referee shows a red card to David Luiz!"
"Looking at the slow motion, the penalty is not controversial."
"The Brazilian center-back gave his old club a big gift."
David Luiz didn't argue and left the field silently.
His shortcomings are obvious, but most of the time they can be covered by Kant and Buffon.
Just now, he ran into the little black egg who descended to earth like a god, and there was really no way to deal with it.
Live broadcast room.
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[Paris is going to make a comeback! Eleven against ten!]
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[Ruby God of War card, no ball.]
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[From 2014 to now, except for the German Second Division and the Dutch Second Division, if I see a red card in the middle of the games I have watched, there are basically no subsequent goals.]
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[Don't talk nonsense, this penalty kick cannot be missed.]
Mbappe gets up and throws the ball to the twelve-yard spot, pointing to his teammate.
He doesn't plan to take it himself.
The first person to pick up the ball is Alves.
He nudges Cavani away with his shoulder and stuffs the ball into Neymar's arms.
Before Neymar can hold the ball firmly, it is snatched away by Cavani.
"The French create a penalty, and the Brazilians and Uruguayans fight for the penalty kick."
"Another familiar scene."
"This season, the Paris Saint-Germain attackers have argued over the penalty kick for the third time!"
"There is booing from the audience."
Sideline.
Emery sees a glimmer of hope for a comeback.
As for who will take the penalty?
He has already solved this problem: the most bizarre plan in football history... take turns.
When interviewed by the media, the Paris coach also said a joke that exploded in Europe: "We will work hard to create more penalties, so that Neymar and Cavani can get more opportunities to take them."
As for who's turn is it now?
He really can't remember.
On the other side.
Tuchel sits on the coach's seat, crosses his arms, and shakes his head: "The Paris coach has too many problems to solve, and these problems are often unrelated to tactics."
Dino is full of confidence: "Buffon has done his homework very well. He has recorded the penalty habits of the Paris team before the game."
On the green field, Buffon looks relaxed, signaling his teammates not to worry.
He doesn't make any exaggerated or strange moves.
Many people say that he is not good at saving penalties.
In fact, in his long career, his penalty save success rate is as high as 31.89%.
"Cavani finally got the right to take the penalty."
"In the first two penalty disputes, Neymar himself created the opportunities, but the Uruguayan striker missed them."
"This time it was Mbappe who created the penalty, and Cavani wants to grab it even more."
"Take a deep breath."
"Run-up."
"Shoot!!!"
"Oh, the ball flew to the stands!"
"A great opportunity to equalize the score was wasted!"
Accompanied by cheers and boos.
Cavani kneels on the ground, angrily punching the grass.
Neymar rubs his forehead, without complaining.
Paris Saint-Germain fans madly scold Cavani: three penalty grabs, three misses!
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[It's over.]
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[Paris has no chance.]
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[Cavani is not malicious. His penalty kick hit rate is very high. He wants to help the team contribute, not for personal data.]
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[Who is the first penalty taker?]
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[The super core - Neymar, bought for 220 million, doesn't even have the qualification for a penalty kick. When he was in Barcelona, Messi let him take the penalty.]
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[I think this is the club's problem.]
The game continues.
Chelsea's physical energy distribution is very reasonable. In the final stage, they launched waves of highly impactful transition attacks, making Paris Saint-Germain miserable.
The audience can't even tell who was sent off.
The Ruby God of War card has been verified again in the Champions League arena.
82nd minute.
Paris Saint-Germain, who pressed forward in a big way, lost possession of the ball again.
Kant, who transformed into a center-back, passed the ball to Fabregas.
The latter precisely guided and fired a long shot from the thirty-meter zone in his own half.
Morata and Li Kang rushed past the center circle at the same time, running wildly in the empty Paris backfield.
Legendary connection.
Li Kang's pass bypassed the well-prepared Areola.
"Didn't come by himself."
"Too selfless."
Morata, who was ten yards away from the goal, scored with a single effort, pushing the empty goal.
Finally.
The referee blows the whistle to end the game.
Chelsea 2:0 Paris Saint-Germain.
Advance to the Champions League quarter-finals.
Not yet recovered, my mind is not clear, I feel uncomfortable all over, I will try my best to resume the update tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)