Vol 3 Chapter 125: 1 city weight

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"The game has reached this moment, whether it is Paris or Bayern are devoted to everything!"
"There is no doubt that this game is very exciting, the tough Bayern Munich and the Paris Saint-Germain never give up, this game reflects the spirit of the sport most vividly!"
"But the game is like this, it will separate winners and losers, it is cruel!"
"On this day, a team between Paris and Bayern will leave the stage of the Champions League!"
"As French fans, we naturally do not want to see Paris be eliminated, but all we can do is trust them!"
Mitchell felt his voice tremble. The old Monet on the side was speechless. The old man was chattering and praying, constantly drawing a cross, and his forehead was knocking on the table.
"Yi stood at the penalty spot!"
"This is a very stressful position! But he still chose to take this free kick, he did not make any shirk!"
"In eight months, this 22-year-old boy propped up the midfield in Paris, and at this critical moment, he stood up again and took the responsibility on his shoulders!"
"This responsibility is very heavy!"
"It is the obsession of Paris and even the French fans for the Champions League, this is the expectation of the city of Paris!"
"Now, this big boy is carrying this responsibility on his shoulders and moving forward with weight!"
"He was able to stand up and it was already amazing. Whether or not a goal is scored, I beg you to give him applause."
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With the passionate words of Mitchell, the Paris fans at the scene slowly rose and they were all praying.
A pair of eyes stared at the big boy in the shirt 21 of Paris.
And this scene is also spread all over the world through the lens.
In the Champions League live broadcasts of various countries, the commentators are stating the importance of this goal, and with these statements, they also understand that the responsibility of Yi Le is so heavy.
The close-up of the lens is still that kind of brilliant smile.
They can't see any tension or uneasiness in them, and some are just a kind of self-confidence.
The whole of Paris is quiet!
In the bar, the fans stared at the TV closely, and the atmosphere dared not breathe.
The bartender poured the wine, but his eyes kept staring at the TV, and he didn't even notice the overflow.
The old fans smoked violently, and frowned.
On the streets of Paris, some of the passing vehicles also stopped. They parked the car aside and looked up at the back of Yi Le in the large LED screen hanging on the wall of the building.
The crowd gradually gathered, how did they move, stopped, opened the door, stood by the road, and looked up at the big screen.
There is no more noise in Paris at this moment ...
Everyone was looking up at the back in the No. 21 jersey.
...
In the game, Yi Le continued to take a deep breath, he was unable to think too much, and he couldn't even get nervous.
The only thing he can do is kick the ball in.
He never put himself in the role of leader or terminator, but sometimes many things are forced.
Just like he is standing here now, at this moment, no one can help himself, he can only rely on himself.
His only reliance was on the training day and night, the experience of the games and the belief that he did not want to lose.
He knew that this is an extremely important moment.
He wanted to excite himself, but he couldn't arouse emotions, just like he couldn't be nervous.
Perhaps ... this state is the best.
"Is it all right?"
Italian referee Rossetti asked Yi Le, he did not mind giving Yi Le more preparation time.
Because he knows how stressful Yile is at this moment!
In front of him, the 22-year-old has shouldered the dream of a city!
And all this is tied to this ball!
Yi Le ’s expression did n’t change, and he smiled and nodded,
I ’m ready, sir!

Rossetti nodded and slowly backed away, giving Yi Le the penalty area.
As the referee backed off, the atmosphere at the scene also changed.
Some Paris fans can't help but close their eyes, they can't look directly at this penalty.
On the north stand, Bi Yalong also closed his eyes tightly, his hands clasped in front of his chest, and the gods prayed.
Neuer stared at Yi Lei, and he licked his dry lips.
Like Paris, he was unwilling to fail.
Therefore, he will hold the ball.
Bayern's human wall has stood, and the players in Paris are standing in the restricted zone line, ready to respond at any time.
Yi Le puts his hand on the heart and feels the heartbeat.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heartbeat is very stable ...
He retreated slowly.
Breathed softly.
Beep!
A sharp whistle sounded.
The moment of life and death comes.
Yi Le started abruptly, his boots kicked up drafting scraps, and there was a mumble in the hazy sound.
...
In the North Stand, Bi Yalong's body trembled, and the prayer became louder.
I don't know how long after that, he can feel the deathly silence of the entire Prince Park stadium.
Bi Yalong didn't dare to open his eyes, he pursed his lips tightly.
The companion on the side pushed himself gently.
Bi Yalong was taken aback, he quickly shouted: "I know! I know! I will not blame! Even if he did not score, he will not blame him! He has done a good job, we have next time, we Can accumulate experience, we can come again next year, we ... we ... "
There was no response around him, and Bi Yalong felt a little puzzled.
Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms grabbed his shoulders fiercely, and there was an excited roar in his ear.
"Open your eyes! Idiot! Open your eyes and see !!! God !!! God !!! He is amazing !!!!!!"
Bi Yalong opened his eyes in amazement, he saw the ball beating at the moment in the opposite goal.
He saw the sullen face of Bayern players.
A pair of eyes slowly widened and rounded, and he wiped his eyes in disbelief, until he confirmed that this was not an illusion, he subconsciously said: "We ... won?"
boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The entire Prince Park stadium looks like boiling water.
After a short period of silence, there was a cheer of surprise, excitement, excitement.
They looked at the scene in disbelief,
They killed Bayern Munich at the last minute of the game.
They reversed the game! !
All the Paris fans couldn't help but be excited, they roared wildly and vented their emotions.
A child wearing a Paris uniform looked at the stadium in a daze, he said blankly: "Father, I ... we won?"
Father, he kissed his son's pink cheeks emotionally and said: "Yes! We won! We advanced to the semifinals of the Champions League! It's amazing! They are amazing !!! I am so proud of them !!!"
In the stands, men and women embraced and wept, that was a happy smile.
They opened their arms wide and enjoyed the moment of victory.
They shouted the name from the heart.
The name destined to become a hero!
easy! ! ! ! ! !
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easy! ! ! ! ! !
The roar of 50,000 Paris fans shook the earth.
Bathed in cheers, Yi Le raised his arms like a triumphant general.
Neymar sprinted to Yi Le almost a hundred meters, he threw Yi Le down, holding Yi Le and shouted: "You must do it! You must do it! I know! God! We advanced to the semifinals! We reached the semi-finals of the Champions League! We beat Bayern Munich !!! "
After Neymar, Mbappe, Cavani, Thiago Silva, Kanter, Rabbio, Marginhos and others rushed over like crazy.
Even Buffon ran wildly from his goal to ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Aged Buffon was so excited.
Turnover and lore are the most exciting things, and when these two things happen at the same time, he feels that the heart that has been silent for many years is also beating violently.
Buffon whispered secretly: ‘Nothing wrong! There is nothing wrong with my choice! Yi can definitely help me achieve my dream! ’
The players are crazy crazy.
At the coach's seat, Boas and others rushed into the court.
They ran wildly and shouted.
The entire Prince Park stadium is full of passion.
This day is destined to be remembered by Paris fans.
They called this day ‘Crazy Paris Night! ’
This night, a player named Yi Le scored a crucial goal for them at the Prince Park Stadium like a hero!