"This is not the first time Puyol, the iron-blooded captain, has used his face to block the opponent's block."
"As early as the 2003-04 Spanish El Clasico, Puyol used his face to block Roberto Carlos' powerful shot from close range."
"Today, such a bloody scene is happening again."
"Puyol!"
"He once again used his body to defend Barcelona's defense!"
Zhan Jun explained passionately.
Netizens in the live broadcast room also exploded.
"Good guy, I finally saw a decent Arsenal attack, but it was ended like this?"
"Team General's face is so tough! Do you dare to catch this shot with your face? Are you afraid of losing your appearance?"
"What are you talking about upstairs? Your appearance is disfigured? Is the general team afraid of this? I'll have a good harvest in love and career!"
"This is the boss of the team. He stands up to protect the team at critical moments!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm all blushing. It's not unfair that the gunman's attack was blocked this time!"
"It would be great if Lei Yu shoots this kick. Brother Yu will never let them have the chance to block it with his face."
"It's a pity indeed. But if Brother Lei hadn't broken through from the wing, Nana wouldn't have been able to launch such an attack!"
"Oh, I want to see Yu Bao Tuo and Yu Bao Shoot. What a dilemma!"
"Hey, hey, is that a female fan upstairs? Did you hit the wrong one?"
...
On the side of the court, Guatu also looked scared.
He was afraid that Puyol would really be kicked out, but he was also a little surprised that Arsenal could launch such an unexpected attack.
His lineup is well matched and effectively deployed according to Lei Yu's characteristics.
As long as Lei Yu dares to break through from the center, no matter when and where he is, he will face three Barcelona players coming from three directions.
But such a phenomenon has never happened since the beginning.
Lei Yu kept wandering around the two sides as if he "smelled" something in advance.
This is difficult!
If the quality of the cross is not taken into account, Lei Yu can be regarded as the top player in Europe in terms of 1v1 wing breakthrough ability.
Such a player who only thinks about breakthroughs, pulling, attracting firepower and making plays without giving up goals and assists poses an extraordinary threat to the entire Barcelona team.
Was it arranged by Wenger?
Guatu looked at the coaching bench on the other side.
The professor frowned and worked with the teaching assistant to study tactics.
Did that kid Lei figure it out himself?
Guardiola looked at Lei Yu on the field again.
If so, then you need to change your evaluation of this guy.
Xavi was born in 1980, Xiaobai was born in 1984, Cesc Fabregas was born in 1987, and Ray was born in 1992.
If Ray really has a "football brain" like Xavi, he will be the best successor to Barcelona's formation!
If Messi had him behind him, he would have won at least 3 more Ballon d'Ors!
...
Guatu is indeed thinking a little too much at the moment.
Even Puyol's situation was forgotten.
After the Barcelona team doctor ran back to the sidelines, he realized what he was doing and stepped forward to ask.
"It's nothing serious. The bones are fine. It's just soft tissue contusion."
The team doctor explained, "We performed a simple bandage. As long as the bleeding is stopped, there will be no problem in continuing the game!"
Gua Tu nodded, finally letting go of the heavy stone in his heart.
The referee resumed play and the Gunners quickly threw the throw-in.
Lei Yu stopped the ball with his back on the wing, pushed the ball with the arch of his foot, passed between Pedro's legs, and passed it back to Chamberlain, who had just thrown the ball.
Lei Yu could "easily" kick the ball through the crotch, but Chamberlain was extremely nervous.
After he stopped the ball, he faced Pedro who turned around in anger, and Iniesta who came over to replace him.
The reputation of these two people in today's football world is one that Chamberlain looks up to.
I felt nervous and immediately mixed garlic under my feet, panicking.
"Why are you standing there stunned? Pass it on!"
Just when Chamberlain was trying his best to control the ball, Lei Yu's voice came from the front.
Looking at Lei Yu's movement, it turned out that he wanted to play a one-two.
Chamberlain didn't hesitate and kicked directly into the open space in front of him.
Seeing Chamberlain's pass, Lei Yu cursed in his heart.
Can't you pass it on time?
What kind of idiot is this?
Looking at Lei Yu's back chasing the ball, Chamberlain could only wipe the sweat from his forehead and silently apologize in his heart.
Brother Lei, I’ll invite you to the Great Sword after the game!
Before the bottom corner, Lei Yu finally caught up with the ball.
But when he turned around, he was completely double-teamed by Barcelona.
Mascherano and Professor Bu blocked Lei Yu in front of the corner cue.
"Chamberlain's pass was a bit big..."
"But fortunately Lei Yu caught up."
"Faced by two Barcelona players."
"Lei Yu..."
In the footage, Lei Yu pushed his right foot inward along the bottom line before Ma Ma was completely in front of him, and then ran to the other side of Ma Ma's body.
Brother Ma was in a dilemma for a moment as he was passed by the ball. He stretched out his foot to reach the ball but failed to reach it. By the time he wanted to turn around and catch Lei Yu, it was already too late.
Just when Lei Yu was about to break out of the siege, Professor Bu, who rushed to the scene, bumped into him and grabbed Lei Yu's jersey.
With this bump and pull from the side, Lei Yu suddenly lost his center of gravity and staggered.
When the smart Professor Bu saw that he had achieved his goal, he immediately let go of his hand to show his innocence.
Seeing this, Xiao Ma quickly overtook Lei Yu and intercepted the ball.
"Hey, referee, he committed a foul!"
Lei Yu protested loudly.
However, the referee was too far away and thought it was Lei Yu who was out of step when he broke through, so he ignored it.
Professor Bu's little move was too subtle, and he stopped his hand in an instant, and made an expression as if he accidentally tripped Lei Yu's leg.
Oscar-worthy acting.
While the Gunners were asking the referee for an explanation, Barcelona began their lightning-fast attack.
Alves made a long pass and handed the ball to the forward Xavi.
Xavi saw the right moment, pushed lightly with his right foot, and handed the ball to Pedro.
Facing Sagna who was retreating, Pedro dunked with his right foot and pushed with his left foot.
The Sabres easily shook Sagna away, causing the Gunners to lose control of the right wing in an instant.
Pedro rushed over without any hesitation and dribbled the ball directly into the penalty area.
"Barcelona's counterattack!"
"too fast!"
"Pedro wiped it all over."
"Danger!"
Seeing Koscielny approaching him, Pedro did not choose to shoot.
He raised his left leg and made a fake shot, but actually hit the ball across the middle.
The gunners didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly chased the ball away.
Iniesta stepped in the center of the penalty area and stretched his legs to meet the ball.
Just after all the surrounding shooters jumped to block the hole of the gun without hesitation, the ball actually slipped directly between Xiaobai's legs.
Um???
Iniesta kicked the ball?
But is it possible?
The camera was once again focused on the ball rolling laterally, and now it had moved to the vicinity of the back goal post.
At this moment, a sharp figure rushed into the screen.
"Messi!"
"Lio Messi!!!"
As the commentator yelled, Szczesny, who was turning around and moving sideways from the front, had no time to react and subconsciously flew out.
But it's still a step too late.
Facing the gap at the back post, Messi nudged the ball and the ball was easily sent into the Gunners' goal.
1 to 0!
Barcelona takes the away lead!
"It's meimeimeimeimeimei~~~西!!!"
The commentator played a long voice, announcing the arrival of the king.