Real Madrid led 2:0 in the first half, but given the shoddy appearance of Wolfsburg's defense, they were lucky that the score was not further expanded.
At halftime, when the Wolfsburg players walked to the locker room, they looked at each other with less tolerance and more complaints.
Yi Zhe walked alone at the back of the team with his head buried, refusing to go with any of his teammates. Even if Bendtner ran up, he was pushed away directly.
"Yi looks very angry."
"This is the first time Yi has performed like this!"
"I hope Yi can control his emotions, and hope Wolfsburg's midfield locker room can maintain harmony. Otherwise the suspense will end prematurely. This should not be a script for the Champions League knockout rounds!"
Commentators from all walks of life said this one after another, but almost no one believed that Wolfsburg could do more now. After all, Real Madrid had completely seized the momentum. With Real Madrid's strength and foundation, the team whose momentum was suppressed by them was like
There is no precedent for a prey bitten by a lion to escape or make a comeback, and Zidane pinpointed Wolfsburg's Achilles heel.
This is also the reason why Heijin was pacing back and forth in the locker room, but did not speak for a whole minute. This is unexplainable. Yi Zhe's withdrawal from the backcourt means that the initiative on the scene is completely lost, and Yi Zhe presses up, and the defense has to
Withstand Real Madrid's extremely fierce counterattack.
It's a pity that there is only one Yi Zhe... No one has a deeper understanding than Hei Jin at this moment.
"Gentlemen!" Heijin took a deep breath and clapped vigorously at the players: "Relax and stay confident! Let us defend! Defend! Now we are still on the same starting line as Real Madrid, we are Wolfsburg!
Wolfsburg can do anything!”
In the precious time in the midfield, Heijin had no real content other than playing chicken blood, proving that he had nothing to offer.
Yi Zhe buried his head, his face so gloomy that he could punch anyone at any time, so he obeyed the head coach's tactics...
"Defense? Haha!"
But he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing down the irritability that was about to explode in his heart.
"Yi, what's wrong with you? This doesn't look like you!"
Xu Erle patted him on the shoulder. But Yi Zhe turned his head and looked at him. The cold and sharp look in his eyes made the guy tremble subconsciously.
"Andre, do you think if we keep defending like this, Real Madrid will be eliminated or we will be finished?"
Yi Zhe's voice was very calm, but it was a real torture of the soul. Xu Erle instantly scratched his head and almost peeled off a layer of his scalp, becoming incoherent: "Uh... Yi... uh... Although you are God, but...
…But the old man is Zeus…”
Yi Zhe was really stunned when he heard this. He tilted his head and looked at Xuerle for a long time. It was not that he didn't know the Lord of the Gods in ancient Greek mythology, but...
"Andre, look what you have done? Are you qualified to respect yourself as a god?"
Yi Zhe chuckled, turned around and walked back to the court. This is his psychological adjustment ability that far exceeds that of players of his age. Although he complained crazily in his heart that the head coach is a tactical genius, he will always be a energetic boy when he steps on the court.
This is not something that a system plug-in can teach him, but he knows that if he really gets into trouble with the head coach at this time, this season will basically be in vain. Then it will be really exciting.
But Black Gold was also prepared. At the beginning of the second half, Bruno and Dost were already warming up on the sidelines.
"There is not much time left for Black Gold!"
He Wei looked at the sidelines and subconsciously uttered these words.
Yi Zhe began to call his teammates together in the second half.
"Forty-five minutes left, we should seize the opportunity to attack, guys! There is nothing we can't do. Just one away goal and we can make Real Madrid desperate! Right? Eddie, Bonfi
Special! Thank you both for not letting them score in the Wolf Den!"
Some players had doubts on their faces. After all, the captain and the head coach had different opinions.
"Yi, but the old man said..."
"Julian, do you want to hit someone or be hit by someone?"
It goes without saying that Draxler's position is to beat others, and at the beginning of the second half, Yi Zhe counterattacked and fought Casemiro in the midfield. Although the Brazilian star is strong enough, he is very...
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Chapter 260 Being strangled to death
Obviously he didn't expect that Wolfsburg would target him as soon as he came up. Facing the crazy rush from Yi Zhe and Gustavo, he just turned around and wanted to throw the ball, but was directly intercepted by Yi Zhe in the center circle.
ball.
Yi Zhe took the ball past the center circle, took two steps, and then directly sent a through ball to the ground. He saw Draxler who quickly inserted.
"Julian!
!
Julian!
!
!”
Draxler was quite fast, almost forcing himself in front of Ramos to accelerate with his rhythm advantage and take the ball into the penalty area with a low shot.
There were boos at the Bernabeu, but Navas blocked the low shot with his leg.
Ramos immediately rushed back to make a rescue, and aimed his kick directly at the hinterland of the frontcourt.
"Sergio Ramos - this is a counterattack! A counterattack! Make Wolfsburg people feel desperate!"
This is the way to fight back when someone pinches you. It doesn’t make sense to play until you die in one move!
After Ronaldo took the ball, he sent a through ball into the penalty area again. Benario hit the ball with both fists and landed on the outside of the penalty area. However, Real Madrid's counterattack speed far exceeded Wolfsburg's ability to retreat. Kroos had already arrived.
Where the ball landed, he swung his legs and aimed at the goal.
Yi Zhe gritted his teeth and worked hard to complete a sliding tackle before the German midfielder took a shot. The entire action was due to the inertia of his body and he rushed forward to knock Kroos down. The long-distance attack of more than 50 meters almost took place in less than fifteen seconds.
Spanning the entire shot in time, Yi Zhe has reached his limit.
"Yi! Extreme offensive and defensive performance! But... this seems to be of no use, of no use!"
The commentators were overlooking the audience in the media box. They clearly saw that Real Madrid's counterattack was faster. Although Yi Zhe intercepted Kroos, Modric, who followed next to him, was unmarked.
The Croatian directly met the ball at the top of the penalty area and hit a falling ball in the air without any defensive interference. Benario flew to make a save, but the trajectory of the ball was lower and faster than his arm.
In the air, he had no time to adjust and could only watch the ball drop to the limit and then roll against the post into the goal.
"Luka!
!
!”
"Luka!
!
!
"
"Luka Modric helped Real Madrid go ahead on the total score!"
Yi Zhe stared eagerly at his own goal. He didn't even think of cursing.
Defense? This is fantasy defense?
At this moment, everyone at Wolfsburg was submerged in the surging white crowd at the Bernabeu. For the first time, Yi Zhe felt the powerlessness from fate. _o_m
This is clearly someone pinching the vital point, and pinching it to the end, directly to death!
