The Ball at Your Feet

After leading Guingamp 3:0 away, the pace of Monaco's football has gradually slowed down.

After all, there is only one round left in the league, and Guingamp’s opponent in the next round is Lyon. If Guingamp's confidence was severely frustrated because of the game against Monaco, or because the game caused the suspension of the main players, then Monaco is not worth the loss. At this time, instead of going desperately, it is better to save some energy and let Guingamp have the strength to deal with Lyon.

And the score of three to zero is also safe enough for Monaco. They are not afraid that Guingamp will equalize the score, so naturally they don't have to be anxious to play.

And now, the players of Monaco are thinking more about another game on another field. Strasbourg is now in a critical period of relegation. Because of their difficulties, they can burst out enough strength to kill Lyon is what Monaco is looking forward to most.

At the end of the midfield, Strasbourg had a 1-0 lead, but from the perspective of Lyon’s stable performance since this time, in this game, they reversed Strasbourg, and they should have won the game. .

This kind of league race really makes people more stressful as it reaches the final round.

Zhao Yaning didn’t know what the teammates of the team would say after only one game was left, but still two points away from Lyon, but at least, this game still has to be won. Otherwise, after the game is over, he can really give up directly.

No matter how great the pressure is, we have to survive it.

The game continued, and it wasn't until the 72nd minute that some changes occurred in the game: Drogba knocked the ball back to Malouda after receiving the ball in the frontcourt, and Malouda shot from a long range. The score was changed to a score of 3:1.

But this goal has nothing to do with the overall situation.

"Flavio, be serious!"

As the captain of the team, Jiuli yelled at the goalkeeper Rome, who raised his head and smiled, but it was a bit bitter.

The situation on the other side of the standings is unclear, and there are only two games left. As time becomes less and less, the team is almost getting less and less, and the pressure is naturally increasing. If the hope is broken, there is nothing to fight for, but now, there is a turning point in Lyon. How can such troublesome things make people calm?

Not to mention that Roma will be in a trance. It is the players in the frontcourt. How many people can maintain their full attention when attacking?

When is this kind of pressure a head?

And not long after the game, suddenly, there was a burst of cheers in the audience of the visiting team.

How is this going?

"Lyon didn't win." At the edge of the court, Deschamps also shouted into the court, "1:1, Strasbourg draws Lyon."

After a brief silence, there were loud cheers in the locker room.

Happiness came so suddenly that they couldn't believe it. The nerves were tense for five consecutive rounds, and they suddenly told them that victory was in sight, which made the players of Monaco a little bit unbelievable.

"I knew they must have made mistakes!" Nongda jumped up suddenly, "the same points!"

Lyon's two-point advantage, after this game, finally disappeared. The big rock in Monaco's heart is finally gone.

"If you have the same points, the champion will definitely be ours!" Jiuli waved, "All in one go and win the game!"

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Down the court, there are some things that Deschamps did not say. I am afraid that this result is not only the result of hard work, but also that Ligue 1 deliberately embarrassed Leon in order to keep the suspense until the last round.

But so what? Thinking about the nasty things Lyon did, Deschamps didn't feel any psychological pressure anymore. Aulas himself chose to play the yin, then, they were conspired by others, no one can blame others.

If Monaco was conspired, Deschamps would dare to stand up and curse. But Leon was conspired, will Olas dare to stand up? Once trapped in the network of relationships, it is too difficult to think about doing whatever you want.

It is precisely because of his nonsense that Monaco is now able to take advantage of it.

The game ended soon, and after the game, the entire dressing room of Monaco became a group.

"But it's still just the same points. If we win the last game, it's not certain who will live and who will die."

Among the celebrating crowd, Zhao Yaning was still a little less optimistic.

"What is there to worry about? We now have a goal difference advantage. As long as we score seven or eight in one breath in our last game, Lyon can still surpass us? We are going to play Troyes, relegation The team, they want to play, it is Guingamp, there is the Europa League to play the team! There is pressure, anyway, it is definitely not us." Roten smiled a little proudly, "It seems that the championship is here."

"Don't be careless." Deschamps looked very solemn. "There were a lot of blunders in the last game. I don't have to say how Inter Milan died last year? This season's Arsenal once led Manchester United by eight points. Well, how is the result now? In football games, don’t take it lightly until the last minute. Any mistake may lead to a loss of all. Now we are in such a good situation, if we lose again, then we can be true. There is no room for excuse."

"Don't worry, head, we are set to win." Roundup is still careless, "Just watch us win, and get ready for your championship speech."

Deschamps shook his head, smiled and did not speak. In fact, he also agreed with this view: in the case of the same score, Monaco's chances will be greater.

"Don't worry, coach, even if I don’t do it for the team, I have to work hard for myself. I have 23 goals in the league now. Like Pauletta, in the last round, I have to get the best. The shooter is back." Roundup said, reaching out his fingers to his teammates, "I want to score three! Pass me all! The champion is mine, and the golden boots are mine. No one can take it away!"

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"Didier, after our last round of matches, where are you going to go on vacation? I want to go to Northern Europe for a lap..."

"Flo, think about those things after the game is over, now think about how to win the game better."

After the game, Drogba and Malouda were also talking in the locker room on the other side.

Although the game has just ended, but Malouda is already considering how to spend the offseason. But Drogba didn’t listen to what he said. The game he just lost is far more important to Drogba than where to play. He is in a mess now, and he has no mood to play. .

And Drogba's refusal made Malouda stunned, "You don't really believe that the three teams in front of us will lose?"

Guingamp ranks eighth, but they have the same points as Sochaux, Lens and Auxerre. In theory, he is still likely to catch up to fifth place and get a place in the European war. But the possibility of this kind of success is too small. Unless Guingamp wins and all three teams lose at the same time, Guingamp has basically determined that this game will miss the European war.

"I don't care if they win or lose, or what the team will do next season, anyway, I won't stay here anymore." Drogba said with a serious expression, "but what I want is the victory of this game. ."

"Do you want to go to Monaco? Want to give them a meeting present?" Malouda asked suspiciously.

"No... I have no interest in Monaco, and they cannot buy mine at this time." Drogba was a little regretful when he spoke. In fact, he still likes Monaco, but the problem is that Monaco's economic situation , They can't take care of themselves, how can they buy someone else? Drogbaco is not interested in following the team's relegation, he has his own ambitions, and what he wants to do is a bigger cause.

"But what I want is for the entire league to spread my name~www.ltnovel.com~ you have done it."

"No, it's not enough." Drogba shook his head. "What I want is my own feet to determine the title of a league. What I want is the most eye-catching attention of this league."

"Do you want to make a name for yourself by defeating Lyon?" Malouda understood his thoughts, but frowned anxiously. "You should know that Lyon is your biggest potential next home. You have offended them without you. What good is it."

"I'm a person who eats by my ability, and I don't care about offending people. What's more..." Drogba laughed, "I don't necessarily have to stay in France, so why look at Lyon's face?"

"Are you going abroad? Where are you going?" Malouda was interested in this question.

"It's nothing, it's a compelling choice. Unless it's a last resort, I'd better stay in the country." Drogba hesitated, but still didn't say the name. After all, playing in a small league outside the five major leagues is not something to be proud of. Even if it is the G14 giants in the sixth major league, it is not something to brag about.

"Furthermore, Lyon is not covering the sky with one hand in China. I don't believe it. If I show enough strength, there will be people who are not willing to ask me."

"Fro, look at it. After this game, I want the entire Ligue 1 to focus on me." Drogba smiled, although Malouda had seen Drogba laugh countless times. But this time, the confidence and pride on his face made Malouda suddenly feel that this is so invincible.

"What Monaco, what Lyon, what Giuly, what Juninho, after this round of competition, all of France have to figure it out for me, the person who can decide who the champion belongs to, there is another person named Didier de Roba!"