“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooool!”

"Stone finally showed the nature of a shooter, perfect running, perfect shooting."

"This guy almost struggles to miss a single shot, and the goalkeeper can do nothing."

"0:1, Marseille fell behind at home. I believe many people didn't expect that Espanyol would take the lead. This is fun. What adjustments will Essare make? If Nasri and Ben Alpha continue to think about their personal performances, Marseille may have to bid farewell to the League Cup in advance."

The Verodrom Stadium was terrible. They were a little drowsy before, but now they were awakened by Wu Sanshi's goal, but they couldn't make a sound.

Even when Wu Sanshi took the ball in the backcourt to instigate the offense, they didn't think there was anything, and they didn't think that this offense could score. However, as Wu Sanshi cooperated with his teammates and then reached the Marseille defense line, everything changed.

When Takeshiro calmly sent the ball into the goal, Marseille fans realized that the killer was really too cold!

"God,"

"Do those guys should do something?"

"I'm behind!"

“We are behind 0:1.”

Marseille fans finally spoke, but their eyes still fell on Wu Sanshi. They were no longer obsessed with Nasri's dribble, they wanted to see Marseille score.

The Marseille players seemed to wake up as if they were dreaming, and finally heard the roar of Eyrei off the court, and the coach's anger had already burned to the turf.

Beep, the game resumes.

Japanese and Chinese fans began to take credit in the stands.

"Shunsuke Nakamura has a great contribution to this ball. How beautiful his passes are, and in the end he attracted the left defense to Stone."

"It is no exaggeration to say that the arrival of Shunsuke Nakamura has raised the Spaniard to a higher level. Where did this team play well in the past? It was Nakamura who brought the blessing."

"Nakamura will soon become the Spanish offensive organizer."

“…”

The Japanese licked Shunsuke Nakamura, while the Chinese fans only talked about Takeshima.

"What awesome single shot."

"Did you notice that Wu Sanshi has not lost a single sword recently."

"His single sword is really simple, quick and ruthless."

"Wu Sanshi reminded me of someone."

"who?"

"Irving."

"Michael Irving. He is also a guy who almost never loses one-on-one, and so is Wu Sanshi now."

"You mean, Wu Sanshi and Irving are at the same level?"

"No, it's still a long way to go. There is still a certain difference between getting the ball and getting the speed. But I don't think there is any difference between running and shooting."

"It's almost the same age. Irving was amazed at the World Cup when he was 18 years old. Wu Sanshi was 18 years old at the end of the year. I don't know if he can go to the World Cup..."

The shameless Chinese fans have compared Wu Sanshi with Irving, and seem to have found a lot of common ground.

Michael James Irving, that's a real legend.

At the age of 15, he officially signed with Liverpool. In the 1998 World Cup in France, 18-year-old Irving became famous in the match against Argentina and was known as a young man who chased the wind to embark on the road of superstars. In 2001, Irving led Liverpool to complete the five championships, and in the same year Irving was also awarded the European Golden Globe Award.

Wu Sanshi is 17 years old now, but he has nothing yet...

※※※※

Marseille has accelerated, and Nasri and Ben Alpha have realized that they want to increase the offensive rhythm and start to reduce dribbling. However, there are always Espanyol players around them staring at each other. Although the speed has been increased, it is difficult for them to get the ball. Espanyol's defense is very targeted, so it is difficult for Marseille to score the ball into Espanyol's penalty area.

Nasri and Ben Alfa used two long shots to test Casilla, but Casilla both performed very well.

The first half ended with a score of 0:1, and Marseille was still behind.

In the locker room, Ruby gave another passionate speech.

"Very good, we're ahead now,"

"But this is not the end, this is just the first prelude of the war. We have to complete the second part next. We have to stare at our prey like a hound until the end of the game. Attack, we have to be determined! Attack, we have to be focused! Attack, we have to be focused!"

"Give them a home defeat!"

"Come on, guys!"

He then reiterated his tactical requirements for Nasri and Ben Alpha's defense, as well as deepening the tactical requirements of several players on the offensive end.

He never doubted what his purpose was to come here.

On the other side, Ey Ruole kept repeating the team's rhythm.

"We played too slowly, too slowly, too slow!"

"We need to pass the ball faster and pass the ball to the Espanyol's penalty area faster. We need to create a shot opportunity. Too many dribbling makes us lose the best time to attack."

"Nasri, Alfa, you two need to pass the ball more than lower your head and take the ball!"

Ei Ruolei said this very tactfully. He actually couldn't control the locker room. A coach who could not control the locker room would definitely not be very satisfactory in his performance, it depends on the players' mood.

Obviously his tone is much more serious than in the first half, but Nasri's slightly raised chin told him, maybe Nasri didn't listen at all? Or maybe he was not happy.

Didn’t Ei Ruole mean that it was because of Nasri and Ben Alpha that the team was behind and unable to score a goal?

But Ei Ruole couldn't care about that much. "Who can tell me that if we stop in the League Cup and then cannot get a UEFA Champions League place in the league, what is the significance of such a result? If we don't fight hard and continue to move forward, what is the significance of our season? If we lose our victory at home, what will our fans think?"

Several remarkable questions were asked in succession, hitting every Marseille player's head...

After the change of sides, neither side made a substitution. Ruby did not need to substitutions. The winning lineup was always the best. Essay Rule was unchanged. If it was in the Ligue 1, he still had many choices, especially the veteran Virto on the front line, etc., but in the European War Zone, there were too few people he could use. He even wanted to replace the wrong Nasri and the others...

Beep,

The whistle sounded, and Takeshiro kicked the ball, Tamudo made it back for Moises. All the Marseille players pressed up and tried to implement an oppressive defense against Espanyol. However, Espanyol players were obviously familiar with these and did not panic, especially when the ball fell at the feet of Dela Pena and Shunsuke Nakamura, they played more calmly.

The two of them kept their feet in a narrow space, but they didn't let the Marseille players take it off.

Ben Alpha simply shoveled directly at Shunsuke Nakamura who was holding the ball, but he obviously underestimated Shunsuke Nakamura's ball control ability. Shunsuke Nakamura, who was short, responded very quickly, quickly plucked the ball to the left, dodged the slide shovel, and then immediately sent out the overhead ball without making adjustments!

"Oh!"

"pretty!"

The ball was passed too fast and too hidden. Marseille did not notice the defense line on the right, but Wu Sanshi had already started, as if he was born to know that the ball would fly over.

call,

The ball fell behind the defense line, and Wu Sanshi got the ball again.

"Well!"

"How is that possible!"

The Marseille fans were stunned and suspected that the defense line was just a few wooden stakes.

Da da,

Wu Sanshi skillfully turned the ball towards the penalty area of ​​Marseille with his left foot, and ran with real small steps.

When rushing to the front of the penalty area, Marseille central defender Taylor was about to block it, but Takeshi put the ball between Taylor and Renato.

A knife cut off Marseille's middle defense.

Tamudo has worked with Wu Sanshi for a whole year, and this kind of cooperation has come naturally without any impurities at all.

"Alas,"

"It's over."

Tamudo inserted from the middle and shot directly at the bottom right corner of the goal with his left foot.

Swish,

The Marseille goalkeeper did not respond at all.

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!”

“goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

"It's a tragedy, 0:2, Marseille actually fell behind two goals at home."
Chapter completed!