Midfielder

The opponent scored a goal less than two minutes after the game started. I'm afraid no one expected such a start. Seeing the crazy celebration of the Porto players at the Velodrome Stadium, the whole of Marseille has fallen into a deep silence. The stadium is silent.

No Marseille fan wants to see the opponent run wild on their own territory, but the reality is so cruel. Their favorite team is helplessly behind. Marseille's strong offensive lasted less than two minutes before being forced to stop.

If losing the ball first in the away game is the culprit for Marseille's defeat, then Porto is now using a faster goal to announce their next attack, and this time they are coming faster and more deadly, and their blades are once again stained with the blood of the Marseilles.

Looking at the Porto players who even celebrated the goal with a very fierce expression, the French, who have always been self-deprecating and elegant, also consciously shut their mouths. This fierceness made them feel frightened. Perhaps the Marseille fans only realized at this moment what kind of team they had provoked.

They don't have the usual splendor and elegance of those French clubs, but they will tell others about their existence in a more ferocious way.

Now this group of ferocious hungry wolves have torn off the defense of the Marseille team with their sharp teeth. They ravaged the Velodrome Stadium with their ferocious expressions. This fierce attack was like a handful of salt sprinkled on the wounds of the French.

Moreover, this goal not only made Porto lead in the score, but also seriously frustrated the fierce offensive momentum of the Marseille team at the beginning.

In the five minutes after the goal, the Marseille team did not organize any decent counterattack at all. The front court pressing of the Porto team disrupted their rhythm. The Marseille midfielders just mechanically repeated the 45-degree angle cross, such a dull offensive routine.

Maybe they Marseille team now just want to equalize the damn score as soon as possible, but the disorganized attack made their sharpest offensive weapon lose its due power. Without a qualified transportation line, even Ronaldo could not do anything on the field.

Although Marseille has two strong center forwards, they don't even have the chance to charge up and head the ball in the face of such a skillless pass. The two big guys about 1.9 meters tall can only jump up and compete for the chance of heading the ball under the pressure of the defenders.

Drogba and Mido were completely blocked by the defenders of Porto. Even if they occasionally got a header, they couldn't form a threatening enough attack. The narrow action space has completely trapped the commanding heights of the two penalty areas.

The Ivorian even had a physical conflict with Carvalho after a header failed. It can be seen how anxious this African elephant is at the moment. He needs to use a goal to save the team, but now he can only vent this power in the quarrel with the opponent.

Drogba's anxiety does not only represent his personal emotions. This feeling has begun to spread in the Marseille team. The score behind made them lose their composure. The gorgeous skills that once dominated the French Ligue 1 disappeared, leaving only unnecessary fouls and rough passes.

The chaotic mood is affecting the French offensive organization. Their midfield now has no absolute core to stand up and take over the game. The feeling of confusion is infecting everyone. Even if the shouts of the fans on the scene are fierce, it does not help them at all.

Compared with the chaos of the French, Porto's offense is not only clear in route, but also very accurate. Lin Yi and Deco frequently create killing opportunities in the frontcourt. The bare-headed Barthes has been exhausted by McCarthy's two volleys.

Deco and Lin Yi are very flexible in tearing Marseille's defense line on the field. There is no fixed attack point. As long as they can catch the opportunity to shoot or break through, Mourinho allows these two guys to decide the ownership of the command on the field.

When Deco goes up, Lin Yi will support him behind him. When Lin Yi goes up, Deco will detour on his left and right sides. Coupled with McCarthy's frequent retreats in the frontcourt, Alenichev and Fernandez's strong breakthroughs on the wing, Porto's offensive group has been completely crazy.

Almost every attack they made could threaten Marseille's defense, and every pass could put Barthes' goal to a severe test. McCarthy had at least two shooting opportunities after scoring, but he was a little unlucky and failed to score again.

More than 40,000 Marseille fans sitting in the Velodrome Stadium watched helplessly as the game was under the control of Porto. They shouted, but it only provoked a more fierce attack from the Portuguese. The hungry wolf-like guys were already thinking about how to take the second bite.

Marseille's proud best defense in Ligue 1 was torn apart by the guys from Porto, and it seemed shaky. Perhaps the only thing that could support them now was the score that had not yet made them despair.

"A score of 1:0 is definitely not enough. We must make these guys completely despair." Lin Yi knew what he should do at this time. After facing the goal and passing the opponent's interception, his through ball made Barthes nervously roar at the defenders again.

Maybe God was in no mood to take care of his devout believers on this night. When Porto continued to attack, even the damn luck fell on the Portuguese side. One minute later, when the football bounced in the goal of Marseille, everyone was stunned.

When the game reached the 17th minute, McCarthy received a pass from Lin Yi on the right side of the penalty area. His continuous shaking attracted at least three defenders of Marseille to his side. Then the South African lowered his head and passed the ball to the left without any observation.

Lin Yi inserted the gap from behind him at high speed. This was a breakthrough that went straight into the ribs of the opponent's penalty area. The black-haired kid once again caused exclamations at the Velodrome Stadium. All Marseille fans have been extremely afraid of this little guy since the start of the game.

Lin Yi's sudden appearance disrupted Marseille's defense with a quick and extremely resolute dribble. His breakthrough also caused confusion in the defense. After a slight adjustment, Lin Yi prepared to kick a low cross ball to the middle with his left foot. Deco and Fernandez, who were advancing in the middle, were ready.

But a strange scene happened at this moment. Perhaps the grass of the Velodrome Stadium was not as neat as Lin Yi expected. The football bounced a little irregularly on the grass. Lin Yi's low ball was not able to hit the right part. He kicked directly under the football.

It should have been a low arc of a fast cross ball, but because of this strange reason, it drew a high arc in the air. No one expected that Lin Yi's cross ball would have this effect, whether it was Deco who was waiting for the pass or the Marseille defender who was nervously defending.

Especially Marseille's bald goalkeeper Barthes had taken the lead. He originally planned to take the lead to make the first point of interception and cross.

But the ball changed its line for this strange reason, especially such a sudden high arc, which made Barthes completely dumbfounded. His center of gravity had moved in advance, and there was no way to turn around, and the ball actually landed directly towards the goal.

Experience is sometimes the most valuable thing for a goalkeeper. Before all this happened, Barthes must have agreed with this statement very much, but now he would definitely say, "Experience? Those things are pure bullshit. It's this damn experience that ruined me."

Perhaps what Barthes wanted most at this moment was the height of Van der Sar, because with his body, no matter how he jumped in place, he couldn't reach the damn football. He had tried his best to stretch his body backwards, but the damn football was still not kicked out of the goal by him.

Although his fingertips touched the football, this shot was more like he directly poked the football into his own goal. The football flew over Barthes's shiny head and flew into the net strangely, leaving only silence in the stadium. Even Lin Yi was stunned to watch this scene.

"Eh? Goal?" Until McCarthy came up and pounced directly on Lin Yi, the kid didn't react to what happened.

But ten seconds later he knew it was not a dream, because the weight of nine old men had almost suffocated him. He didn't know when these beasts came over. Damn! Carvalho was lying on the top of the crowd!

"Fuck you, murder!!!" This time Lin Yi was no longer roaring as a winner, but a painful wail.

But he was accompanied not only by the cheers of the beasts of the Porto team, but also by the sighs of more than 40,000 Marseille fans at the Velodrome Stadium. Even God abandoned the Marseilles at this time. Who can they pray to now? Satan?

A very strange goal killed the last pride of the Marseilles. Whether they are willing to admit it or not, they all understand that the knockout round of the Champions League has gradually moved away from them from this second, and the Porto people have stepped on their heads.

The 2:0 score on the big screen is not the final result, but now everything seems to have been concluded. The French have lost even the last chance of redemption. The loss in the last game can be attributed to the away game. What about now? I am afraid that even Boucher can't find an excuse.

In France in November, every Marseille fan wrapped his clothes tightly, but their team was torn off the last fig leaf by the opponent.

Porto is striding forward on the corpse of the opponent. . .

(First update, I watched Guo Degang's crosstalk show yesterday, and I completely understood why he was not defeated by such a fierce opposition trend, because this guy treats the audience as friends. Have you seen any mainstream crosstalk actor return to the stage until the early morning? How many so-called masters will fall on the stage? As a tightrope, I was very proud last night...)