Chapter 545
"We are really looking forward to the excellent performance of this World Footballer of the Year at the full-back position!"
Yardin was also confused for a moment when he looked at Zhao Yi's position.
The whole football world knows that Guardiola can do things.
But he can't do things like this, right?
Guardiola stood on the sidelines with a blank expression, observing the situation on the court.
After Monaco kicked off, the two sides had already attacked and defended for several rounds, but there was no threat.
After Gundogan kicked a shot from the outside, Monaco began to attack.
Zhao Yi, who was standing near the center line, did not attack. He directed his teammates' running positions.
Let Otamendi watch the middle, and there is no need to support the wing.
Lemar may penetrate into the middle from the wing and receive the ball to assist.
Otamendi retreated along the middle.
Behind Zhao Yi, there is a large gap on the entire right side.
After Bernardo Silva got the ball, he immediately looked for the ball behind him without hesitation.
As long as Mbappe runs fast enough, he may have a one-on-one chance.
Facing Zhao Yi's defense, Mbappe was more excited than in the first half.
He was eager to prove himself and even more eager to defeat his idol.
Mbappe faced the direction of attack and stood almost parallel to Zhao Yi. Bernardo Silva passed a high ball.
After a large-scale transfer, Mbappe stepped up and started running with gritted teeth.
Unlike Mbappe, Zhao Yi needed to turn around and chase back.
So at the start, Zhao Yi lagged behind Mbappe by half a body.
"Monaco counterattacks quickly!
Mbappe!
Almost the same tactics as in the first half!
Mbappe, Super Zhao... the speed of these two people..."
The football had landed in the gap in front, and Mbappe's face was ferocious.
He pouted, followed the outer line, threw his arms, and ran at lightning speed.
The muscles on his face began to tremble because of the high-speed running.
Mbappe was running, and he saw Zhao Yi in the inside line in his peripheral vision, who was chasing him closely.
Mbappe, who had exhausted all his strength, was holding back a breath in his heart, and his breathing was already disordered.
Old Mbappe and Perrin stood up involuntarily.
On the court, two young players in black and red and white were like two supercars.
The audience standing on the edge of the court could best appreciate the speed of the two.
In a flash...
The two players flew past him.
Mbappe grinned, and at first he needed to see Zhao Yi's figure in his peripheral vision.
Later, he only needed to turn his head slightly to see the flying black.
After a while, he saw that Zhao Yi had surpassed him by half a body.
"Oh, Mbappe... I didn't run..."
I have to think of a way!
The football is right in front of him.
Mbappe was running, and he saw that Zhao Yi was about to squeeze in front of him and control the football.
He stretched out his hand and tried to use a small movement to affect Zhao Yi's center of gravity.
Under high-speed running, both of them carried strong kinetic energy, and the center of gravity of their bodies was easily affected.
Zhao Yi ran and shook his shoulders.
Mbappe's center of gravity was affected, and his feet were stumbling.
The pace changed, not only could he not catch up, but he was directly headfirst forward, his legs stomped the ground hard several times, and fell heavily to the ground.
He slid forward for several steps before stopping.
Mbappe, who fell to the ground, looked up at Zhao Yi in front of him regardless of the pain.
Zhao Yi had slowed down and hooked the football, and quickly turned around.
The intense anaerobic exercise made Zhao Yi's breathing very rapid.
He did not stop, and after turning around, there was no defensive player nearby.
He immediately started a new round of return running.
Zhao Yi ran past Mbappe with the football.
Mbappe got up from the lawn with some difficulty and wanted to stand up, but he found that the few seconds of running made him extremely tired, so he could only sit there and rest for a while.
Zhao Yi, who got the ball, had no intention of stopping at all.
Starting from the backcourt, he not only passed Mbappe, but also poked the ball hard when facing Lemar.
The ball flew past Lemar's left side, and then Zhao Yi tried to overtake directly from the outside without slowing down.
Lemar immediately turned half-way, ready to seek physical confrontation and delay Zhao Yi's speed.
Just after completing the half-turn, Lemar stretched out his hand and his arm was knocked away.
Zhao Yi rushed across the center line along the right road.
Lemar was shocked and chased back desperately.
"Oh, oh, oh..."
The Monaco commentator looked at the black figure, chased back and knocked Mbappe down, and immediately turned around and returned to Monaco's frontcourt.
This iron man?
Iron lung?
Don't need a little rest?
"Stop it! It's a foul... Bakayoko... actually stopped?? Still no chance??"
Bakayoko, who came to defend Zhao Yi, chased him from the side. Zhao Yi kicked the ball out while moving at high speed, and instantly changed the direction of movement.
From the wing, cut into the inside line, and rushed into the penalty area along a diagonal line.
Bakayoko stopped urgently, and he turned his head in disbelief to look at the figure.
No knees?
At such a fast speed, still changing direction?
Can you still cut inside with the ball?
Although the emergency stop was only a moment, how can human knees support such a huge energy?
Raggi at the far end had no time to assist in defense, and only Kimmelson who rushed back from the middle had a chance to rush up.
Mendy on the wing also moved to the middle at the first time, hoping to form a closed door with Kimmelson and block Zhao Yi who rushed over outside the penalty area.
Manchester City teammates, Sterling immediately pulled to the side, David Silva and Aguero hurriedly cleared the route, fearing that Zhao Yi who rushed up would hit them.
Kimmelsson rushed forward with all his might.
When he and Mendy arrived and the door was closed, Zhao Yiren was already in the door.
From the side of the backcourt, holding the ball, he passed four defensive players all the way.
Zhao Yiren had already rushed into the penalty area!
As a forward, he hadn't been able to rush into the opponent's penalty area from the backcourt so freely for a long time.
This time, standing on the right back gave him this opportunity.
In the penalty area, Raji finally had a chance to block. He threw himself out and used his body to cross in front of Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi violently shot at the football.
Relentless.
Far corner!
After shooting, Zhao Yi couldn't maintain his center of gravity, and fell into the penalty area with Raji.
Then, Zhao Yi bounced up from the penalty area.
Sprinted again.
This time, he rushed out of the court.
The football hit the goal with great force.
Before Subasic could recover from the shock, Zhao Yi had already jumped up and jumped out of the court with a roar.
Subasic had just seen Zhao Yi competing with Mbappe for the ball, and in a blink of an eye, he turned around and rushed to attack.
In another blink of an eye, this guy crossed the center line.
The team's defense had not yet been established, and he had already rushed in!
Mendy and Kimmelson's closing tactics had knocked him down enough, and Zhao Yi had already rushed into the penalty area with a large army!
Yes, Zhao Yi was alone, but in Subasic's eyes, it was really like a huge army.
That sense of oppression made him feel like the sky was falling.
"Oh my god... this..." The two commentators of Monaco were stunned, looking at the screen, watching Zhao Yi who scored a goal like a sack, celebrating passionately.
"Why not foul? Why let him drive straight into the penalty area alone?"
