"Danger!" The hearts of the Monaco fans were raised. Durac's kick shot was extremely tricky, like a sharp sword, directly in the lower left corner of Monaco's goal.
The ball galloped like lightning from the left side of Kagmacha, like a meteor, flying to Monaco's goal with a deadly threat.
"Get out!" Under the nervous gaze of the fans, Afei, like a cheetah, reacted quickly at the moment of the opponent's shot.
Although Durac tried to block Afei's sight with the help of Kagmacha's body, it was only in vain. Afei's vision was as sharp as a hawk's eye and was not blocked at all. And with Afei's amazing reaction speed and explosive power, as long as he sees the ball, he can rush to the goal like a bird in an instant and save it.
A Fei kicked his right foot, and his whole body flew to the lower left corner of the goal like an arrow off the string. His left arm stretched like a gibbon, and finally poked the ball out of the bottom line like a hammer.
"Perfect rescue!" When the ball flew out of the bottom line, all the Monaco fans in the stands were boiling, and they cheered like thunder to Afei.
However, Afei didn't have time to enjoy the cheering of the fans at all, because Nior soon took a corner kick. However, Afei did not give Nior any more chance to score. He rushed out like a tiger down the mountain and took off the ball firmly.
Nior's first shot came to an end, which was undoubtedly his most threatening shot in the first half. In the following time, the rear defense line led by Afei was like a copper wall and an iron wall, and Nial was never given such a chance again.
Although Nior had scored several shots since then, these shots were so strong that they could not really threaten the goal guarded by Afei. They were either easily confiscated by Afei or flew out of the bottom line like an unbridled wild horse.
Nior is like a trapped beast with his hands and feet bound, and it is difficult to continue to threaten the goal guarded by Afei. Monaco is also like a lost walker, unable to seize the fleeting opportunity. Although Nior's defense is solid, the biggest reason why Monaco failed to break the deadlock is still due to itself.
In the twenty-sixth minute, Germain missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He was in the restricted area as if there was no man's land, but he missed the goal in an incredible way.
In the thirty-seventh minute, Ocampos hit the goalpost with a long shot like a cannonball, as if it were a trick of fate. In this game, the Argentine genius returned to the starting list, and Ture was put on the bench.
Even before the end of the first half, Monaco had a good opportunity. Carrasco's breakthrough was like a sharp sword, piercing Nior's defense line. Dilal took advantage of the situation to insert it from the side like a ghost. Carrasco saw this and immediately made an exquisite pass.
Carrasco's pass was as accurate as a scalpel, and Dilar's position was just right. However, today's Monaco seemed to be haunted by bad luck. Dilar's last shot was like an unbridled wild horse, deviating from the target and hitting the sideline.
At the end of the first half of the game, the score on the field was still 0:0, which made Monaco's head coach like sitting on a needle felt. Ranieri, who returned to the locker room, was even more angry and did not hide his dissatisfaction.
"We must win this game. Nantes is already 0:2 behind. This is a great opportunity for us to expand our lead!" The match between Nantes and Guingamp started at the same time. At present, Nante is 0:2 behind. Like Monaco, Guingamp ended with 0:0 in the first half.
"In the second half, we should concentrate our firepower and hit behind Harris!" The reason why Ranieri did not arrange Toure to play is that Nior's two main central defenders are like copper walls and iron walls, with first-class frontal confrontation ability, and their height has an absolute advantage.
Cateno is tall, like an iron tower, up to 193 cm; Harris is even more tall, up to 198 cm.
Niort's combination of center-backs can be called the giant combination of the French Second Division. The frontal confrontation ability in the French Second Division is indestructible, but at the same time, the two are slightly lacking in speed, especially Harris, who is close to two meters tall, like a heavy tank, and the speed is slightly slow.
However, due to Nior's tactical arrangement in this game, the weakness of the two was not easily grasped by Monaco, so Monaco needed to change tactics in the second half.
"Give up the ball," Ranieri said firmly.
"Afei, are you okay?" Giving up the ball means that the difficulty of defense will be greatly increased, so Ranieri turned his eyes to Afei again, his eyes full of expectation and trust.
"Of course, they didn't do it last time, and they can't do it this time!" A Fei's words were full of confidence, as if he was announcing his strength to the world.
"Very good!" As far as the current situation is concerned, Ranieri can only choose to trust Afei.
Although Afei is not as good as Subasic in Ranieri's mind, one thing is certain. Ranieri is full of expectations for Afei. Otherwise, he would not have made a promise to let Afei compete with Subazi for the main force.
During the half-time break, distant Chinese fans are enthusiastically discussing A Fei's performance.
No, most of the discussions actually have little to do with Afei. After all, there are few opportunities for Afei himself to perform, not to mention that Monaco has always taken the initiative in the first half, and the real wonderful save is just that. But it was such a rescue that many fans who watched over the wall regretfully missed it, because the Internet speed was too slow, like being dragged by an invisible hand, resulting in the blurred picture of the live broadcast. So most people are complaining about the problems of the Internet, like a group of angry bees, buzzing.
But even so, they still insist on watching, nothing else, just because of their love for football and love for this country, and Afei may be just a symbol of their love for the house and Wu.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and there was no adjustment in the lineup of both sides. However, after the start of the game, many people realized that the situation on the court seemed to be very different from the first half.
The initiative, which originally belonged to Monaco, was like the fine sand in the hourglass, gradually flowing to Nior. Seventeen minutes after the opening of the first half, Monaco finished his first shot, but only five minutes into the second half, Nior forced Afei to save like a hungry tiger.
The veteran Gonzalez was like an arrow off the string. After breaking through the side road, he cooperated with Durac on the side road, and Jimmy Juan, who was in the middle road, took advantage of the momentum like a ghost. After attracting the defense, Gonzalez crossed Jimmy Juan as accurately as a scalpel. The latter shot hard on the line of the penalty area, and the ball flew to the goal like a cannonball, but was steadily saved by Afei like an iron gate.
In the corner kick that followed, Nior's two central defenders rushed into the penalty area again like two iron towers. In contrast, the height of Monaco's two central defenders pales in comparison. The captain Wolf is only 182 tall, Kagmacha is one centimeter taller than the captain, and the tallest right-back Raji in the whole back line is only 184, and the left-back Chaviras is the same height as Kagmacha.
Therefore, Monaco can only rely on Afei when defending the corner kick. Although Afei is not as tall as Nior's two central defenders, he is like a agile elf who can use his hands, and in terms of jumping and bursting, Afei beats Cateno and Harris.
Afei once again took off the ball over Harris's head like an eagle, followed by Monaco's counterattack. Unfortunately, Ocampus failed to seize the opportunity and shot slightly higher.
In the fifty-third minute of the second half, Nior once again hit the penalty area of Monaco and scored a shot. However, the shot was like a mud cow into the sea and was once again pocketed by Afei.
Time flies like a white foal, and Nior's offensive is like a surging wave. The waves are higher and higher, and the number of shots is increasing like a storm. However, in the face of such a fierce offensive, the worries in the heart of the head coach Nior on the side of the field surged like a tide.
Head coach Nior knew that this was a conspiracy trap set by Monaco, but he stepped in without hesitation like a moth on fire, because he knew that only in this way could he pose a real threat to Monaco's goal.
However, judging from the current situation, although Nior's attack is like a storm and the number of shots is like a carp crossing the river, there are few attacks that can really pose a substantial threat to Monaco's goal.