The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1 Chapter 184

Verratti already felt Gayao’s sudden attack beside him.

He stomped his foot abruptly, and when he felt that he couldn’t get the ball in advance, he threw himself out again.

This Italian genius midfielder, who transferred from Serie B Pescara to Paris Saint-Germain, was limited by his height, and could only use such movements for defense.

But,

Gayao’s speed was faster than his descent!

He poked the ball away one step ahead.

An empty space appeared in front of him, and Silva quickly came up to defend.

Gayao glanced at the situation in the penalty area and did not choose to shoot from a long distance.

Instead, he faced Thiago Silva, the defensive core of AC Milan and the stabilizing force of the Brazilian national team.

Gayao did not slow down.

When Silva was about to close in on him, his feet suddenly changed speed, and the football moved back and forth between Gayao’s two feet. Silva, having played in Brazil, had seen too many changes in dribbling rhythm, so he didn’t fall for the feint and firmly followed Gayao.

However, the attacking side always has the initiative in football.

Gayao deliberately exposed a flaw; when he poked the ball, he seemed to lose control of it.

Silva couldn’t resist. Facing a player several years younger than himself, he immediately extended his foot, wanting to disrupt the ball.

However,

The moment he extended his foot, Gayao quickly pulled the ball back with his foot and cut past Silva’s side.

Verratti, who was chasing from behind, seeing this situation, quickly chased after Gayao and pulled him.

At the same time, after Silva was bypassed, Alex also had to come over to cover.

Sirigu stared at Gayao, unblinking.

Bang!

Under Verratti’s interference, Gayao saw Mané following on the left. He didn’t shoot, but instead, while dribbling, he pushed the ball to the left with the outside of his foot.

Mané understood.

He rushed up and blasted a shot!

Swish!

Sirigu had already reacted the moment Gayao passed the ball, but Mané’s shooting position was too close, and the ball speed was too fast. He had reached his limit, but still couldn’t save it.

The ball went into the net.

2- 1.

Boom!

Under the night sky, the Cesari Stadium echoed with the passion of the Bastia people.

Blue flags, like the churning sea.

“Fight, Bastia!!”

Hajibegic was very excited to see the connection between Gayao and Mané. This was not just two goals, but it also helped him find Bastia’s best attacking lineup.

Palmieri was better than Mané in defense, but in terms of offense, the aging Palmieri simply couldn’t compare to the youthful storm that Mané brought.

Bastia’s “LGD” combination might have to add an “M”, “MLGD”!

After scoring, Mané roared wildly.

He released all the frustration he had experienced in Bastia over the past two months.

His first league goal!

After the passionate celebration, he and Gayao hugged tightly, “Hey, Yang, you could have shot it yourself.”

Gayao smiled, “Your chance was better.”

He truly thought so. Last season, he would have definitely taken such a chance himself, but De Bruyne was right; he should trust his teammates.

Other teammates also rushed up.

They hugged each other.

“Hold it!” Rothen roared.

Everyone’s eyes burned with fighting spirit. They absolutely couldn’t lose face at home.

The go-ahead goal always ignited passion.

The sound of the Cesari Stadium rushed into the night sky, merging with the scattered cheers of Bastia, igniting the entire night sky.

Listening to such momentum.

Deschamps smiled and said to Zidane, “Gayao has improved again. He plays smarter. This goal is just a microcosm of his progress during this period. I felt the difference in him since the World Cup qualifiers.”

Zidane nodded, “So I think it’s good for him to stay in Bastia. A player can only maximize his talent and grow faster by becoming a core. If he goes to a big club and sits on the bench, he will only waste his talent.”

Zidane then added, “Many people overlook Gayao’s passing ability. In fact, I’ve learned that when Gayao was in the Chelsea youth academy, he mostly played as an attacking midfielder. He has passing ability, but Bastia last season rarely used it, needing him more to handle the offense, with breakthroughs and finishing all in one.”

Deschamps smiled, “So I think Bastia’s potential hasn’t been fully unleashed. They have a clear weakness.”

“What?”

Deschamps didn’t keep him guessing; he replied, “Tactics. Their coach simply hasn’t figured out what Bastia’s current strengths are. He’s still playing in Ligue 1 with Ligue 2 thinking.”

Time passed.

Paris Saint-Germain continued to besiege.

Wow!

Another gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

Ibrahimović, shrugging off Angoula, blasted a shot that Noves barely tipped over the crossbar.

Ibrahimović pursed his lips and shook his head.

The fact that they were trailing in this match made him somewhat unhappy. Coming from AC Milan to this “farmer’s league” in France, he considered it a step down, but for the sake of money, he endured it.

However, in his heart, he looked down on these Ligue 1 teams.

As a result, this match made him feel so uncomfortable.

Soon.

Verratti took the kick.

The ball was lofted into the penalty area, and players from both sides jumped.

However,

Silva, not particularly tall, accurately anticipated the ball’s landing point among the crowd and powerfully headed the ball towards the goal.

Swish!

Noves didn’t even react.

The ball went into the net.

2- 2.

In the 35th minute, Paris Saint-Germain equalized.

Silva pumped his fist in celebration. In the corner, four hundred PSG fans excitedly raised their jerseys.

Teammates ran towards Silva, embracing him in celebration.

This time they learned their lesson; they celebrated on the field instead of off it.

Ibrahimović, seeing his teammate score, roared defiantly towards the stands.

However,

Who knows whose hand in the crowd threw so accurately, hitting Ibrahimović’s face with some local specialty.

Ptooey! Ptooey, ptooey!!

Ibrahimović felt his lips touch something with the scent of dirt and grass.

The Bastia players were not particularly disheartened by this conceded goal.

This was the confidence that came from Bastia’s ability to score goals too.

“Fight, Bastia!”

“Fight, Gayao!”

“Fight, De Bruyne…”

In the stands,

The fans began to chant slogans, encompassing the names of every player.

Bastia players stood at the center circle.

Beep!

The match resumed.

Paris knew Bastia’s attacking strength, so after the kickoff, they quickly pressed Bastia’s attacking players, not giving De Bruyne space to pass.

After looking around,

De Bruyne could only pass back to control the ball first.

After scoring the equalizer, Paris did not stop pressing; their goal for this match was three points.

The TF 1 commentator couldn’t help but say, “Neutral fans are in for a treat in this match; scoring is easier than not conceding!”