[Here come the two teams making their way out of the tunnel for the second half of what has been a one-sided match thus far. Even though Monaco have gone on a few fast breaks, they really haven't posed any tangible threat to PSG so far. The home side have looked really comfortable and they've punished Monaco already, with two goals"]

["It looks like Adi Hutter has identified that problem, an in response to that, he's making a change. Seventeen year old Tyler Wilson, who made his debut in the cup match against Paris FC the week before is coming on for Aleksandr Golovin who really wasn't at his best in the first half"]

["The substitution was needed, but it's a really bold move from Adi Hutter as he looks to win the game of chess being played with Luis Enrique, the Paris Saint Germain coach. He's basically thrown a teenager with just one senior appearance under his belt to a match against the best team in the league in a match where they're two goals down"]

["A bold move from Hutter, but it just goes to show how much faith he has in the young footballer. He'll be sure to try and repay the faith the manager has shown in him"]

"Huu..."

Tyler let out a long sigh as he stood on the touchline while the rest of the players filed onto the field before spreading out after a brief team talk. Aleksandr Golovin walked towards him, shaking him and giving him a quick hug as he made his way towards the bench.

"Good luck". Golovin muttered as they passed each other and walked towards opposite direction.

I'm going to need it. Tyler thought as he jugged to the right side of the pitch. Although he went in for Golovin who was playing centrally, at least on paper. Adi Hutter made another tweak. This time it would be Akliouche who would play centrally while Tyler would play on the left flank.

Tyler swallowed when he stared at Nuno Mendes, his direct opponent for the night. He was one of the best left backs in the world this season. Tyler was chronically online, so he had seen a lot of clips and a lot of matches where he'd get compilations made of him, and he'd liked some of them, he'd commented on some of them, but he didn't know that he'd be standing across him so soon.

*fwee

The referee's whistle echoed in Tyler's head, somehow mixing with the noise from the supporters of both team in the stadium. He knew this was it, the second half had started.

Folarin Balogun passed the ball down the middle and then the match commenced.

For the first minute or so or so of the second half, Monaco held the ball, building from their final third until they were at the edge of the Paris Saint Germain penalty area. Everything was going well up unto the point where Ben Seghir lost the ball to Hakimi as he tried to dribble into the penalty area.

Hakimi went on a blistering run down the right flank before sending a low cross into the penalty box. Fortunately for Monaco, there was nobody there to tuck it home and Vanderson managed to get the ball, passing it forward to Akliouche who had dropped deeper to help out defensively.

As soon as the ball got to Akliouche, he sent a pass to Tyler on the right flank with his first touch.

Tyler got the ball under control with his first touch and just before he could move, he felt a leg jam against him in a bid nick the ball off his leg. Fortunately for him, the leg missed the ball, and he managed to keep his balance, before quickly using his left leg to kick the ball between the outstretched legs, getting past the player and eliciting quite a few gasps and exclamation from the fans in the stands.

["Vanderson's got the ball now after that Monaco scare, he's played it forward to Akliouche and it's down to Tyler Wilson who takes his first touch of the night, and WOW what a second touch that is! He's nutmegged Joao Neves and now he's running down the flank"]

After getting past Joao Neves, Tyler started running down the touchline of the right flank, until he got to the final third, that was when he started inverting towards the center and found himself one on one with Nuno Mendes.

"Huu..." Tyler released a small breath as he eventually slowed down his run drove the ball forward a lot more carefully. He observed Nuno Mendes who was the picture of composure as they advanced towards each other.

Tyler's legs flashed over the ball a couple of times, before doing a stepover and cutting inside with his left foot, before cutting back towards the width with his right foot.

His little trick worked as he intended, as Nuno Mendes had rushed towards the inside before realizing that Tyler had gone wide. Seeing this, Tyler pushed the ball forward, towards the byline, intending to send a low cross into the box, but before he could even get to the ball, something happened that shocked him to the core.

"What th-"

Nuno Mendes, who he thought he had left in the dust suddenly reappeared beside him and slammed his shoulder against him. Tyler, who didn't expect that clash stumbled away from the ball, allowing Nuno Mendes to take the ball and clear it away from the danger area.

After Tyler gained his footing, he glared at Nuno Mendes who stared back at him and shrugged, before turning his attention back to the game.

That fucker. How fast is he?! Tyler had seen a few videos that depicted just how fast the person in question was. He'd seen him outrun so many wingers and defenders but he never really knew the extent of his pace until he faced off against him.

But he was already sold, how'd he recover so fast. The next few seconds would've been a comical sight for anyone who was watching Tyler. He stood, and had his hands in the air, seemingly demonstrating what happened between him and Nuno Mendes as he tried to comprehend what happened.

In the end he was able to settle on one thought.

Damn, this is going to be a long night.

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