Chapter 3107 Ye Chen's Counterattack! The True King of Free Kicks!
Although Ye Chen plays as a defensive midfielder.
But he will definitely still be the one to take set pieces.
He doesn't even need cover.
Ye Chen picked up the soccer ball, wiped it on his skin, and then gave it a big kiss.
May Guanyin Bodhisattva and Buddha protect us!
"Let me score a free kick, and I'll gladly live in a mansion and drive a luxury car!"
The Manchester City fans at the stadium were not idle.
It's getting cold, time to start wearing down jackets!
They made noise to disturb Ye Chen.
I wanted to influence his mindset.
There was nothing they could do; this man had left too many bad memories in their minds.
His long-range shots, his free kicks, his various fancy goal-scoring techniques...
It's memorable.
Ederson was also nervously setting up a human wall in front of the door.
At this point, the human wall consisted of five people, plus one lying on the ground.
It's clear how nervous Edson was.
However, Ye Chen's eyes were constantly scanning the area.
This set piece is located slightly to the left of the edge of the penalty area, so Ye Chen has to shoot with his right foot.
The distance was only about 18 meters, slightly more than 1.5 meters away from the penalty area line.
Previously, when Ye Chen participated in the free kick competition, he hit the target every time.
Unfortunately, Ederson was standing in front of the door.
This is one of the top goalkeepers in football today.
Therefore, this shot was more difficult than the one Mahrez made earlier...
After all, Onana was not as good as Ederson at this time!
Under the cover of night, the stadium was illuminated by tens of thousands of lights, making it as bright as day, and the grass shimmered with a bluish-green light.
"Beep!"
As Markley whistled.
Ye Chen took three steps back, put his hands on his hips, and locked his gaze on the corner of the goal like a hawk.
The ball lay quietly in front of him on the white penalty spot. His teammates were already huddled together in the wall of players, and the opposing goalkeeper was crouching with his arms outstretched, his eyes fixed on his every move...
The commotion in the stands suddenly subsided, and Manchester City fans watched Ye Chen nervously.
Manchester City fans are starting to get nervous.
Dortmund fans, on the other hand, were filled with anticipation... their throats were tight with anticipation, and they were even breathing cautiously.
The instant after the whistle blew!
Ye Chen's running start was light yet steady.
"Oh!"
His right instep, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, struck the lower middle part of the ball precisely.
Without the slightest hesitation, the football followed a sharp, outward-spinning arc, like a pale blue lightning bolt, barely grazing the gap at the top of the wall before swerving sharply downwards and slamming into the top right corner of the goal!
"Holy crap, that ball was so fast!"
"A perfect ten points!"
"Ye Shen, the true God of Free Kicks!"
Goalkeeper Ederson's diving save was the best he could do; his fingertips almost touched the edge of the ball, but he missed by a hair's breadth!
The football slammed into the inside of the goalpost and bounced into the net with a deafening thud!
“Shua~~~~”
With the sound of the goalpost hitting the metal, the football bounced into the net and then crashed into it!
In an instant, the silent Etihad Stadium was overturned by Borussia Dortmund fans!
"Run-up, leg swing, touch! Beautiful!"
"The ball flew out with a strong outward spin! The wall jumped, but it was too late! This arc was like a pre-calculated missile, heading straight for the top right corner of the goal! The goalkeeper had already reached his limit, his fingertips... just a hair's breadth away!" He Wei's commentary never stopped!
It quickly turned into exclamations of surprise!
"Goal! Goal! Ye Chen! It's Ye Chen again! A perfect free kick goal! This is the true strength of the King of Football! He can not only act as a shield for the team, organize the attack, and score goals himself, but he can also personally break down the opponent's defense!"
"In the world of football, there are always moments that make you forget to breathe and bring tears to your eyes!"
"Ye Chen, the true King of Manchester!"
"After Dortmund conceded a 2-2 deficit, they scored again, and all three goals were scored by Ye Chen!"
"Ye Chen scored a hat trick in such a crucial match!"
"Who else but him deserves this year's Golden Globe?"
Ye Chen, who scored the goal, only paused briefly.
The next second, he ran to the sidelines with his arms outstretched and roared at the stands!
"My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God!"
"I'm in charge of the elite!"
Ye Chen shouted excitedly.
The score changed again.
The score went from Manchester City 2-2 Dortmund to Manchester City 2-3 Dortmund in an instant!
Now the overall score is back to square one!
Ten Hag on the sidelines cheered excitedly.
However, Morgenthau, watching on television, was instantly petrified.
"Damn it, could he really have turned the tables?"
"Could this Ye Chen really be the incarnation of God?"
There is a saying in Europe.
God wanted to play football, so he transformed into Ye Chen!
However, considering that Ye Chen is Chinese, this claim did not spread.
Of course, Ye Chen is still not very good at marketing.
If Ye Chen possessed the wisdom of someone like Mr. Feng, his status in Europe and America could have been elevated even further!
Ye Chen's goal seemed like a response to Mahrez.
Guardiola on the sidelines racked his brains, trying to find a way to break the deadlock.
If the match goes into extra time, Manchester City will have a hard time controlling the pace of the game.
If it goes to a penalty shootout.
It all comes down to the goalkeeper's form...
He enjoys the feeling of being in control!
So he began to make tactical adjustments!
As the game resumed, Manchester City's attack became even more ferocious.
This fan is so beautiful! Purple really has a special charm!
81 minutes 14 seconds.
Football is developing on the right side.
Mahrez received the ball and, facing Guerrero's defense, decisively made a diagonal pass.
The ball was passed to Bernardo Silva in the attacking midfield position.
Bernardo Silva gets the ball and advances forward on his own!
At the same time, Jesus also made a quick run.
"Boom!"
Bernardo Silva passed the ball to the advancing Jesus.
Jesus got the ball easily, but Thiago Silva was blocking his way.
Jesus, who had the ball, didn't move towards the middle, but instead ran to the left.
They want to take Thiago Silva away.
Of course, he did it!
"Boom!"
Just as everyone was wondering what he was going to do, he made a diagonal pass.
The ball was delivered to the right wing.
Mahrez surged forward at high speed!
Guerrero behind him was left behind...
Although he was gritting his teeth and persevering, he had already burned out!
"Oh!"
Mahrez scored with a sliding shot.
The football flew directly towards the far left corner.
Onana immediately went out to intercept the ball, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
"If you get a chance... attack the door!" Zhang Lu shouted immediately...
"Oh dear~ that ball didn't go in!" Zhang Lu exclaimed.
"If this ball goes in, the scales of victory will tip in Manchester City's favor!"
Mahrez, having missed a golden opportunity, angrily slammed his fist on the ground!
Guardiola paced back and forth helplessly on the sidelines.
At this moment, he had a "MMP" in his mouth, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.
Realizing the situation was not right, Ten Hag gritted his teeth and made another substitution.
They used the last two substitution slots directly.
Nuno Mendes and Mateu Morey replaced Guerrero and Mazraoui!
The two wingers were under too much pressure today, and their energy was completely depleted!
Manchester City also made another substitution, with Sterling replacing Foden and Laporte replacing Stones!
This is a desperate gamble...
Ps：昨天6中4，拿捏两个比分~曼城其实预测的是20、31，最后改成30了~
There are many matches today, here's a simple prediction~
雷丁让胜，21/11；水晶宫让胜让平，30/31；那不勒斯平负，11/12；
美因茨胜，21/31；阿尔克马尔胜，31/21；洛桑平+让平，22/12；威廉二世让胜让平，11/12；
