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Chapter 040

"Hasebe Makoto was injured. He is really unlucky. He would have had many opportunities to compete with Yi Zhe in this game."

He Wei said this directly and straightforwardly, and his mood was naturally very good. After a few minutes of competition, it was obvious that the two people's abilities were not on the same level at all.

But Makoto Hasebe showed quite tenacity. He glanced at Yi Zhe, gritted his teeth and stood up again to continue playing.

"Hasugu-san, he is a strong warrior!"

The Japanese commentator just shouted this, and the next second he saw another conversation between the two. Left back Tresch put the ball in the circle, and Yi Zhe faced Makoto Hasebe again. The Japanese international did not dare to advance rashly this time.

He kept his eyes fixed on Yi Zhe and chose to fight and retreat. The injury still affected him, but this was a very experienced approach.

However, Yi Zhe was more simple and crude. He directly changed direction and took a big step. He accelerated and passed by Hasebe Makoto. After getting the [Robben Skill Card], Yi Zhe didn't have the chance to experience the effect of cutting in and shooting.

But he could feel that the speed was stronger than before. At the moment of the explosion, his legs were filled with an indescribable sense of power, like two high-thrust engines, driven by his thoughts, pushing his whole body forward to accelerate.

"Yi Zhe! Oh - how brave a talented person is! He dares to choose such acceleration from the midfielder position."

But the most important thing is that Yi Zhe won completely, and he also gave Makoto Hasebe a hard time. The Japanese midfielder turned around and tried to speed up, but the muscles in his inner thighs pulled the nerves. As soon as he took a fierce step, his body went limp and fell to the ground.

Frankfurt's frontcourt opened up instantly. After Yi Zhe rushed up with the ball, he glanced at the frontcourt and then shouted: "Ding Ding!"

De Bruyne heard it, but he paused for a second before he remembered that it was calling him.

"Damn Yi!"

He cursed hard in his heart, is it fun to have such a nickname? He even missed this opportunity - seeing that he was not moving, Yi Zhe passed the ball to the right, and he was replaced today.

Xuerle, who started on one side, started to accelerate. Yi Zhe's pass accurately passed over the head of central defender Ochipka. After practicing with Yi Zhe for so long, Xuerle was fully prepared to pass the ball to Yi Zhe.

No matter how weird the arc is, he won't be surprised. Although Yi Zhe has never used long passes, he knows that he just needs to be prepared.

This time he was fully prepared, and before the ball hit the ground, he already raised his foot and exerted force. As expected, the ball came to his feet. It couldn't be more perfect. He hit the right side of the penalty area with a powerful kick and directly penetrated the opposite goal.

"Toooooor!!!!!Andre——"

"Shurle!!!! Ouch——"

Xu Erle also had a smile on his face, which was an unexpected surprise for him. He turned around and opened his arms to Yi Zhe from a distance.

"Yi, the message is really good!"

Others also came over to celebrate, but obviously they were not thinking about the same thing.

"Yi, your first choice can be me." This is De Bruyne's opinion.

"Damn it! Yi Zhe, I also ran out of the same position, and you actually passed it to Andre first!" Perisic was very dissatisfied. He looked at Yi Zhe with eyes that seemed to say, I'm going to take you for a dip.

Is the friendship with you not worth an assist?

Yi Zhe blinked his eyes quickly and shrugged: "I have the final say in passing the ball? So, who is in favor? Who is against?"

Everyone looked at Yi Zhe blankly, and De Bruyne frowned even more. Is this kid pretending to be a boss in front of us?

But they don't know that Yi Zhe is not pretending, this is the real him. Being able to be the captain of a group of geniuses at all levels of La Masia is not just a matter of strength.

"Haha! Look at your expressions? As for... Frankfurt, just suppress them and fight! As long as Wolfsburg shows its ferocity, are you afraid that there will be no chance?"

But for Frankfurt, it was even worse. They conceded a goal in the first ten minutes. After Makoto Hasebe's injury was confirmed, he could no longer continue and had to be replaced.

"Hasgu-san, it's such a shame, it was a losing match for him."

Scharf could only replace substitute midfielder Medojevic, a Serbian defensive midfielder who is 1.82 meters tall. It seems that the coverage area should be larger, but now they are facing Wolfsburg who are all out.

Yi Zhe, the defensive midfielder, even pressed into the frontcourt. He encouraged his teammates to press and play. He did it first, steadily controlling the ball near the penalty area. Facing the aggressive Medojevic who had just come up, everyone was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Yi Zhe actually held Medojevic, twisted his waist and turned around, completely blocking the Serbian midfielder behind him.

De Bruyne understood this and quickly moved forward. Yi Zhe's pass also passed to his feet through the gap between the two central defenders.

This leaves De Bruyne with a chance to stand alone.

"That's a pass from Yi! Sharper than a scalpel, Kevin—"

But De Bruyne was obviously not prepared for this kick, and it was directly hit by Frankfurt goalkeeper Trapp's palms.

The ball came to the outside. De Bruyne was still regretting the missed opportunity, but he saw Yi Zhe rushing up and facing the opposite center back Ochipka, throwing half of his body out and leaning sideways.

While keeping the opponent in check, he extended his legs and swept the ball directly away from the center defender's feet. Moreover, this pass missed the opponent and the ball went directly to the penalty area.

God! Can the defensive midfielder steal the center back? Just with this trade?

But this time he reacted brilliantly. He returned to the penalty area and stretched out his long legs to shoot. He was one step faster than Trapp and penetrated between his legs, sending the ball directly into the net.

Two goals were scored in two minutes, and the heat in the Volkswagen Arena instantly exploded. All the masks were being torn apart and they were screaming ferociously.

"vfl!"

"vfl!"

"vfl!"

De Bruyne seemed very calm after scoring the goal. He quickly came over and asked: "Yi, how can you defend like this? Unless you tell me it's not an accident."

"Ha! Ha..."

Yi Zhe didn't answer directly. How can I say this? I would like to say that it is more defensive than the famous Bundesliga meat grinder. Can you believe it?

Even he is constantly unlocking it. Every game is like a new world, let alone others.

Reese Lubert watched the replay of the goal and praised Yi Zhe's precise counterattack to a high position: "Yi has unparalleled courage. This is not an accident. This is a reward from God."

He Wei also laughed loudly: "I scored twice with an assist from Yi Zhe! Now everyone thinks that Yi Zhe is another Xavi... But is it just Xavi? This precise counterattack allowed us to see a

Mascherano! Xavi is the brain behind the superstar, and Maggie Ma is the leader behind the legend."

He Wei's two words have a profound meaning, and where is Yi Zhe behind the scenes? He is clearly in the center of the stage, in the C position of the stadium!

Except for himself, everyone is being refreshed. However, Yi Zhe himself just smiles out of habit. He just does this to show off to his teammates.

"Just like this, hit with pressure!"

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