Perfect Center

Chapter 86: Battle against Paris Saint-Germain (End)

After Di Maria scored Paris Saint-Germain's fourth goal, Blanc immediately made a substitution.

"After the score reached 1-4, Blanco made two substitutions."

"Di Maria and Motta, who performed well in this game, were replaced by Lucas Moura and Stambouli respectively!"

After thinking for a moment, Dambruaskas patted N'Yuachi on the bench and made a substitution.

"Zalgiris also made a substitution. Slingard, who came on as a substitute a few minutes ago, was given a yellow card for a foul, allowing Paris Saint-Germain to get a set-piece opportunity and score from it!"

"Enyu Yazi replaces Janusauskas, and Shemberas replaces Lukesha."

"The game is approaching the 70th minute. Is it too late for Demblauskas to strengthen the team's offense?"

"After the substitutions, let's wait and see what wonderful performances the players from both sides will have!"

After the substitution adjustment.

Under Blanc's arrangement, Paris Saint-Germain controlled the tempo of the game and completely suppressed Zalgiris in the half.

As soon as he came on the field, Lucas Jr. showed a strong desire to attack on the right side.

"Lucas played really well after coming on as a substitute! He successfully dribbled past the defense three times in five minutes and created a threatening attack!"

"Come and see this Paris Saint-Germain attack!"

Lucas dribbled past the opponent smoothly, once again ignoring Slingard and breaking into the 30-meter area of ​​​​Zalgiris.

boom!
Lucas Jr.'s unexpected shot!
The football flew off the ground and went straight into the sky!

"Lucas Jr.'s shot was too hasty!"

"Just fire an anti-aircraft gun!"

“This ball shouldn’t be here!”

Little Lucas looked up at the flying football and smiled awkwardly at his teammates who were looking over at him.

Klevenskas kicked the ball directly, and this time it flew accurately into Paris Saint-Germain's half.

Shemberas, who came on as a substitute, stopped and moved forward quickly, while Xia Han, N'Yu Yaqi and Gao Qiao made a high-speed forward run on the other side.

"Zalgris's quick counterattack opportunity!"

"Shemberas dives in!"

Van der Wiel quickly stepped forward to press.

Shen Bellas observed Xia Han's response from the other side.

Fake fax has been sent!

Push the ball lightly and then spike it back for a trip!
"Shembelas!"

"A breakthrough after a fake pass! A clever dribble! This Lithuanian winger has a high success rate in the league!"

"Stanbury came back quickly to make up for it!"

Thiago Silva raised his hand to signal Marquinhos to pay attention to Gaucho who was running in from the wing and not to give him an open chance to shoot. Gaucho had also scored a goal in the Champions League before.

Snapped!
Shemberas decisively passed the ball to Enyazi who was running at full speed in the middle.

En Yuyazi resisted Rabio's impact and rushed forward.

He looked up and saw Xia Han in the middle and Gao Qiao on the left side of the penalty area.

Don't hesitate, opportunities are fleeting. If you hesitate any longer, the opportunity will be gone.

Snapped!
En Yu Yaqi's lob pass took off from the ground and flew to the left side of the penalty area.

Xia Han and Gao Qiao looked at each other.

The usual running-in on the training ground helped them understand the next offensive ideas.

Xia Han moved sideways to the left and turned to look at the football flying in the air. Thiago Silva did not give in and focused on defending Xia Han.

Gaucho blocked Marquinhos, touched the ball first, and headed the ball with a little more force.

"Gao Qiao took the lead and got the first landing point!"

"Heading pass... Xia Han!!"

"He broke through! He stopped and passed! He ate Thiago Silva alive!"

"This instantaneous explosion is such a blood-boiling scene!"

"There is no one in front. Thiago Silva is very experienced and quickly chased back to interfere with Xia Han's shot!"

Xia Han looked extremely focused, observing the body posture of Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper Trapp with a determined look.

Keep your feet tightly closed and your center of gravity towards the near corner.

Xia Han fixed his eyes firmly on the far corner of the goal, and his mind gradually became firm.

Swing your legs slightly!

A powerful shooting posture!
boom!
The football was not as fast as thunder and burst out with tremendous force as imagined!
Instead, it flew close to the ground with a loud sound, passed over the grass and headed straight for the near post of the goal!
Classic look at the far angle and shoot at the near angle!!

As an experienced goalkeeper, Trapp kept a calm mind and quickly adjusted his body center of gravity.

He keenly observed Xia Han's focused gaze looking into the distance.

After standing up, he quickly stretched out his left foot to block the football from flying to the far corner.

Trapp's series of reactions were as standard as those in a textbook.

Unfortunately, the football went in the opposite direction to what he had imagined in his mind, and Xia Han's shot rolled towards the near post at an extremely fast speed!
By the time Trapp reacted and tried to block the near corner, it was too late and he couldn't stop the ball from hitting the net!
2-4! ! !

"Wonderful!"

"Beautiful! Beautiful goal!"

"Gao Qiao's header passed the ball to assist Xia Han's goal!"

"In the 80th minute of the game, Zalgiris fought tenaciously and Xia Han finally scored the equalizer!"

"Let's take a look at the replay of the goal on the big screen. The game between Xia Han and Trapp in this goal was very exciting!"

"The eyes were aimed at the far corner, but the shot went to the near corner! A very beautiful shot! Although Thiago Silva interfered at the first moment, the football still brushed the post and went into the goal!"

"Shemberas and Enyu Yaqi also made great contributions and performed very well in this attack!"

"No matter when, looking at the far corner and shooting at the near corner is a necessary ability for a striker! Very practical! Very useful!"

The commentator couldn't help but sigh at the practicality of looking at the far corner and shooting at the near corner.

In the live broadcast room.
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[Every striker must know this, after all, it is so useful! ]
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[Xia Han is a master at this move. It seems he has used it many times!]
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[What if, I mean what if, the goalkeeper doesn't have time to react and subconsciously blocks this shot! ]
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[There's nothing we can do about it. A fool is better than an expert! ]

Xia Han didn't have time to celebrate. He quickly picked up the football from the net, hugged the football and ran towards the center circle.

"How about my assist?" Gao Qiao came over.

"Very good! That header was a great pass!" Xia Han gave a thumbs up.

"The penultimate pass is also important!"

“This was especially true for the third-to-last pass, especially since my dribbling played a big role!”

En Yu Yaqi and Shen Beilas also came over.

Xia Han ran towards the center circle while high-fiving his teammates.

Even if there are only dozens of minutes left, you must fight to the end with all your strength.

In the home stands, the remaining Zalgiris fans shouted Xia Han's name loudly.

They were glad they stayed.

Only in this way can we see Xia Han's second goal. The command area of ​​the stadium.

"This kid is so terrifying!" Blanco, who was sitting in the coaching seat, stood up involuntarily, took a breath and exclaimed.

"It's not a big problem. Let the players focus on the rhythm, keep the football firmly under our feet and control the ball!" Blanco looked up at the score of 2-4 and the ten minutes on the big LED screen, and he raised his eyes with confidence.

On the other side, Dambruaskas jumped up excitedly.

"Good shot! Good shot! Even if we don't score in the remaining time, we can still face our fans with our heads held high!"

Baga muttered to himself: "That's it, keep attacking, I have a feeling there will be another chance!"

On the bench, Sviryuga, whose injury had not yet fully recovered, excitedly patted Luksha who was substituted.

"Good boy! You did a great job!"

His eyes were fixed on the captain's armband on Xia Han's left arm.

As time passed, Zalgiris, who had just scored a goal, was in high spirits and pressed fiercely in the frontcourt.

"Little Lucas! Violated by Mokumus!"

"This young Lithuanian player has been given a yellow card! There is nothing we can do about it. Lucas has performed well so far and has made many successful breakthroughs!"

Lucas Jr.'s powerful breakthrough forced Mokums to commit a tactical foul. The referee blew the whistle and showed him a yellow card.

In the 89th minute of the game, Shemberas was intercepted while dribbling the ball and Rabiot received the pass.

Paris Saint-Germain got the chance to counterattack and launched a quick counterattack!
Rabiot's long pass was quite accurate and was quickly sent forward.

Matuidi ran as fast as he could and controlled the ball before Pilibaitis.

"Rabiot! Matuidi! These two players from France performed extremely well in this game!"

"What will Matuidi do when facing the pressure from Pilibatis and N'Yazi?"

Matuidi pulled the ball and turned around, instead of choosing to rush through Zalgiris' defense line by himself.

With a snap, the football was passed to Stanbury's feet behind.

Stanbury stopped steadily and observed Cavani on the left and Ibrahimovic in the middle.

A low through ball penetrated Mokumus's interception and landed at Cavani's feet on the left.

"Uruguayan striker Cavani! Without stopping the ball, he touched it and found Swedish striker Ibrahimovic who was pulling out to the middle to support him!"

"Shoot... fake shot, real shot!"

"He's 1.9 meters tall and his feet can embroider! Ibrahimovic has a pair of flexible legs! The lob pass after the dunk was very imaginative! The football flew to the right side of the penalty area!"

"Little Lucas has been lurking for a long time!"

Lucas Jr. stopped the ball and dribbled past Slingard's interception.

He kicked the ball without any hesitation!
With a bang, the football was successfully blocked by Fred Gimas.

But there is bad news, the football bounced back into the penalty area, and Lucas Jr. was quick-eyed and quick-footed, and had a chance for a second shot!
A powerful volley!

The ball passed Fred Gimas' defense, and Klevenskas was unable to react in time, and the football crossed the goal line!
Lift the net high!
2-5! ! !

Only the cheering and singing of away fans remained in the stands.

"It's in! The ball is in!"

"As the 90th minute approached, the game completely lost its suspense!"

"A chance for a follow-up shot from Lucas Jr.! He chose to volley with great force! The ball is fast and its trajectory is unpredictable, making it unstoppable!"

"Fred Guimaraes did a great job blocking Lucas' first shot, but unfortunately the ball didn't bounce far!"

"The 2-5 scoreline made the home fans feel very upset, but that's how football is, victory and defeat always go hand in hand!"

In the live broadcast room, barrages of comments were flying low.
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[What a pity! There is nothing we can do! ]
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[A second chance to make up for the loss, and a high-quality volley! ]
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[Little Lucas is so fierce! He passed the ball quickly after entering the court! ]
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[They seized the opportunity to counterattack. Paris Saint-Germain's quick counterattack is very strong! 】

Accompanied by the cheers of the away fans, Lucas Jr. rushed to the corner flag area, waving his arms wildly, and in excitement, he pulled out the corner flagpole by the roots.

Blanco sat firmly on the winning platform, discussing in low voices with members of the coaching staff, gesticulating on the small tactical board, and quietly preparing a technical and tactical analysis of the Champions League group match against Shakhtar Donetsk.

"Lucas Moura can start in the next Champions League game. He is in great form! Let Lavezzi play with him on both wings, and let Di Maria and Cavani have a good rest."

"Rabiot and Matuidi were very strong in this game, and Stambury played well. In the next Champions League game, he can..."

On the other side, Demblauskas watched with his mouth wide open as the score was rewritten.

After drinking half a bottle of mineral water, he patted his face.

"There's not much time left in the game. There's nothing we can do."

The game restarted in the middle circle.

Gaucho ran at high speed in the frontcourt, facing Marquinhos, and used fake moves to create a little space.

Just blast it!
Couldn't wade through!
Gaucho's last header assist made Marquinhos very angry. He accurately judged Gaucho's intention and directly stretched out his foot to intercept the ball.

Zalgiris's advancing formation suddenly stopped.

boom!
Marquinhos decisively sent a long pass!

The football took off from the ground and spun high into Zalgiris' half.

"Little Lucas again!"

“Extremely fast speed!”

"Ouch! Marquinhos' long pass lacked some heat!"

Marquinhos' long pass flew high and far, directly out of bounds.

The last moment of injury time.

Pilibatis intercepted the ball and made a long pass to Xia Han.

Xia Han took the ball and started running forward.

He dribbled the ball with big strides, and the camera focused on Xia Han.

Divide the sides and move forward!
Shemberas stopped the ball and made a 45-degree cross!
Xia Han looked at the football flying through the air, pushed off the grass, jumped high, and did a backwards somersault!
Upside down golden hook!

boom!
Football is like a bullet shot out of a sheath or a sharp blade drawn from a sheath!
It hit the grass hard, bounced off the ground and quickly rushed towards the goal!
Trapp was fully focused, he dived sideways, fell to the ground and kicked the ball out with all his might!
Gao Qiao rushed to the landing point of the football as soon as possible, and before everyone could react, he made a powerful cross pass towards the football!

Xia Han forcefully pushed Marquinhos away and shot the ball on the ground!

The trajectory of the ball changed, and although Trapp reacted quickly and made a save, it was of no avail as he was a beat too late.

3-5! ! !

Xia Han watched the football go into the net, then he lay on the grass and glanced at the time on the LED screen in the air.

"Nice overhead kick! Nice save!"

"A wonderful direct dialogue between Xia Han and Trapp!"

"Is there any chance for a second attack? Gao Qiao! Hit the ball hard in the middle!"

"Xia Han bursts out with all his might! Shovel shot while falling to the ground!"

"The ball is in!"

"We scored another goal! But time is running out!"

"Zalgris is out of time!"

When the football was put back on the center circle, the referee blew the final whistle!
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Aggregate score: Zalgiris 3-5 Paris Saint-Germain!!!

Paris Saint-Germain won this game away from home!!!

(End of this chapter)