That is, defensive players will be unable to resist guarding you, and they themselves will also be unable to resist the challenge of getting past them.
This thing is illogical, but it's something you can't help but do.
That's why Lin Hao only passed the ball after he lost his balance.
Fortunately, they were lucky and managed to score a goal.
The score is now tied, but the game has only just begun.
Dortmund restarted possession and regained control. PSG pressed high up the pitch, forcing Dortmund to launch long balls, which may have been their only option.
Paris Saint-Germain is teeming with talented players.
PSG got the ball in their own half and launched a long pass behind the defense to find Mbappe. Mbappe quickly moved forward and almost made a mistake. If it weren't for the Dortmund goalkeeper's quick reaction and accurate judgment, it would have been over.
In the 27th minute of the match, Lin Hao received the ball with his back to the goal. Just as he turned around, Witsel shoved him on the shoulder. Unfazed, Lin Hao also rammed into him. Lin Hao did not lose his balance at all and continued forward.
It's clear that Lin Hao's training day and night was not in vain.
Witsel, who was following behind Lin Hao, was intentionally or unintentionally looking down. But as professional players, even if you're not a professional, if someone is running in front of you, do you think you don't know where their feet will land?
He deliberately or unintentionally stretched out his foot and tripped Lin Hao.
The referee didn't blow the whistle. Witsel got the ball and immediately passed it to Haaland. Haaland turned around and dribbled forward like a madman. The only word to describe him is "madman." This kid runs like a tank.
At this time, Haaland was still a center forward.
In the end, Kimpembe tackled Haaland, and while he tackled Haaland, he himself lay on the ground clutching his leg, showing a pained expression.
The match was interrupted.
Lin Hao finally realized what it meant to be completely disorganized. With just one attack and one defense, they completely shattered PSG's momentum. When the game resumed, PSG's players seemed to have forgotten how to play football.
They were repeatedly hit by counter-attacks from PSG.
In the 30th minute of the match, Lin Hao dribbled diagonally through the middle and was brought down by Emre Can. The referee blew his whistle and showed Emre Can a yellow card.
From the moment the ball started, it kept coming towards Lin Hao. Because when other players received the ball, they hesitated and lost possession, including Neymar.
Neymar doesn't lose possession, but when he encounters a defender coming towards him, he'll pass the ball.
Lin Hao is the only one who can charge forward, and so is Mbappe, but Mbappe is in the center forward position, so he doesn't have many opportunities to charge forward. If he really gets going, he's not far from scoring.
Lin Hao knew why: Neymar was terrified of getting injured; he had suffered too many injuries.
He felt this year was a good opportunity to lead Paris to the Champions League title. With only ten minutes left, he believed Neymar would definitely come on, but since it wasn't even halfway through, he wanted to hold back for now.
Then Lin Hao will do it.
In the 40th minute of the match, Lin Hao first received the ball, controlled it, and dribbled past Witsel. Then he dribbled past Emre Can with a "croquet" move, but Emre Can reached out and grabbed Lin Hao's collar.
This caused Lin Hao to land on his back, slamming onto the ground.
Emrejan looked a little awkward; he knew he had made a big mistake.
The referee blew his whistle and showed two cards, declaring that Emre Can could not escape punishment. He was first given a yellow card, then a red card, turning two yellow cards into one red card, and was sent off!
This is practically a death sentence for Dortmund.
Emre Can walked off the field with his head down, and only then did Paris Saint-Germain regain their momentum.
On paper, they were already weaker, and now they were down to ten men. Lin Hao thought he would win the game easily, but he didn't expect that this team would really lack spirit.
Mbappe scored a goal during a counter-attack using his speed, and that was actually the last goal scored when they were playing eleven against ten.
Two to zero, with the first leg ending in a 1-2 score. Adding the two legs together, he only won by one goal.
Although he won the game, Lin Hao is still young. As a young man, he speaks his mind directly and went straight to Neymar, the only older brother who helped him in this difficult time.
"This won't do! Yes, PSG doesn't have its own style, it's been ridiculed as a fake powerhouse, it hasn't found a way to play, and there's no head coach to inject soul into the team!"
"But isn't the soul of those giants forged through winning? Chelsea's counter-attacking style, Arsenal's beautiful football, Liverpool's heavy metal football, Manchester City's possession-based style, Barcelona's Spanish-style possession-based style?"
"The soul is forged through countless arduous battles, through refusing to give up and winning!"
"You, me, Di Maria, Mbappe, and Cavani—we know nothing, we just play by feel. As long as we dare to fight and struggle, we can win. That's style, that's the soul!"
"You can't give up just because you encounter some difficulties!"
Lin Hao's words came out like a machine gun, but Neymar remained unfazed. "Didn't we win? Is it wrong for me to be afraid of getting injured? As long as I don't get injured, I'm stronger than any of you. Is that wrong?"
"They're already at their last gasp. Is it wrong for them to back down for now? Even if they don't have a player sent off, I think we can fight back in the final moments!"
"Neymar!" Lin Hao roared, "Can you guarantee that everyone will be at their best in the final moments? Isn't it true that you get better as you push yourself?"
"You're amazing, no one's as amazing as you. Can anyone else get into the game as quickly as you? Fighting at the last minute! Is that even fair? We were playing against ten people today, and they still had a chance to tie the game, they were just a little unlucky, didn't you see?"
Neymar squinted at Lin Hao, who continued, "You're a good older brother, always there for your friends, but you're definitely not a good leader!"
Mbappe watched from a short distance away, his hands slightly clenched into fists.
Neymar got scolded by a junior!
Neymar lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, clenching his fists tightly. After a long while, Neymar raised his head, and he was actually smiling.
"Lin Hao, you're right! They're right too!" Neymar pointed towards the stands!
"I'm not a good leader. You ask me to conquer cities and seize territories? I believe there are few people in this world better than me. Messi, I don't respect him either!"
"But you want me to lead everyone to compete for some championship? To be honest, I can't! I can make everyone like me, but I don't have the ability to make them fear me or be intimidated by me! That's my biggest problem!"
"But what am I supposed to do? I only realized this problem after I got here, and it's too late! I can only grit my teeth and move forward. I know you want to be the boss!" Neymar pointed at Mbappe beside him.
"But the number ten of the football kingdom, the captain of Brazil, must be a leader in Paris!"
"The situation is even more so for the Brazilian team. I have no choice but to take on this role. I have to grit my teeth and move forward. I know I'm a bit weak-willed, and I know I'm not suitable, but that's just my personality. At least I still have the ability. What about the others? So, I have to carry this flag! I have no choice but to carry it!"
"So, Lin Hao, I'm actually quite happy that you dared to point your finger at me and curse me today!"