Vol 3 Chapter 144: French Cup final

The 2017/2018 French Cup final was played by Lesebier VS Paris Saint-Germain.
The miracle of Lesbians has been fermented in France, and Van Barrechen has become a hot star in the midfield.
A small French team reached the final of the French Cup.
And their opponent is the Paris Saint-Germain, known as the 'French Galactic Warship'.
Van Ballegen came from a small town in eastern France and started his career with his own efforts.
But he never thought he would become the focus of so many people one day.
Detailed his career, can be described in a small pattern.
Lesbian is not a big city with a population of more than 15,000 people, but they have reached the final of the French Cup.
This made them gain the attention from the major newspapers in France, and as a small star player in the team, Van Barregen became famous and gained the attention from Juventus and other giants.
Was so concerned for the first time that Van Ballegen was also extremely excited.
Lesbians is close to 3 hours drive from Paris, the club hired a bus to lead them to the new battlefield.
The French Cup final representing the top stage in France, the 80,000 people's 'French Stadium'.
This is the first time he wants to appear on such a big stadium, and he can't stop the excitement.
Van Galleghen was constantly rubbing his hands, his eyes flicked to the metropolis of Paris, where the buildings in front of him, and his legs could not bear the violent shaking.
Looking at this scene, Bangong Guy in the team said with a smile: "He is nervous."
"He has a lot of pressure, but this is Paris' midfielder!"
"Hope he won't be crushed by pressure!"
The bus enters the city of Paris, and runs along the main road towards the hotel where you stay.
Along the way, they can see a lot of Paris fans, and the final atmosphere is extremely strong.
In the car, watching the crowd of Paris fans and the private car team with dozens of cars behind them, they felt a little unbalanced.
When they came to the hotel where they were staying and looked at a large number of reporters around them, their figure became more rigid.
After all, when did a Franco B team see this posture.
European mainstream media get together, and many of them are more famous than the players themselves.
Seeing the nervous appearance of these Lesbian players, the French reporters couldn't help but smile with goodwill:
"Although it is the final venue, the French Stadium is the home of Paris!"
"The number of fans is the difference between a small team and a giant!"
"Actually, I really hope they beat Paris Saint-Germain!"
"But this possibility is very small, fairy tales only exist in the story."
"Let's go, we have to work too!"
......
The reporters gathered around the players of Lesebier for interviews, and the latter appeared extremely upset.
Instead, their captain took it easy, as far as Van Gaallehen had already fought.
For Van Gaerlechen, this is not a small media, and the communication power is like that. It is broadcasted at most near Leseybie.
These European media will let his name spread throughout Europe, so that everyone knows that Lesbian has a player called Van Garrchen.
After the stumbling interview, the players returned to the hotel.
"Sad!"
"I feel that my voice is shaking and I will definitely be laughed at!"
"Just now" Team News "interviewed me, ha ha ha ..."
"This is the final! I feel the atmosphere is different!"
Everyone laughed and communicated with each other.
Lesselbyer's striker Yelman looked at the newspaper and grinned: "I feel that the media's registration is not particularly friendly to us."
Others gathered around, and they saw many newspaper reports.
But all of them are ‘Lesbyier miracles moving, but they cannot shake the powerful Paris Saint-Germain! ’
"This is really ..." Yellman said a little uncomfortably.
Roshtogan smiled and said: "In fact, this is also very easy to understand. After all, it is Paris Saint-Germain who reached the semi-finals of the Champions League. We are not a team of our own."
"Maybe even we don't have much confidence, coming to the French Cup final is already the limit, as for winning ..."
Everyone was silent, Van Gaallehen frowned at this scene.
In the afternoon, during the team's training, Van Gaallehen didn't seem to be in a state, with frequent mistakes.
This puzzled many people and looked over.
Van Gallehen also apologized, and then ran to the side of the court to be annoyed by his poor performance.
......
"You seem to be troubled when you want to go!"
Various voice interrupted Van Gaallehen's thoughts. He looked up and saw the coach Marsala embracing both hands, smiling and looking at himself.
"Sir, I ... I'm just some ... some ... not understanding!" Van Gaarlehen pursed his lips.
Masala sat beside him and asked, "Tell me."
"Do we really have no hope of winning?" Van Gaallehen asked hesitantly.
Masala shook his head: "No! We have hope, no one can guarantee the sport of football, it has unlimited possibilities."
"But no one seems to be motivated!"
Masala chuckled and said: "It is true, no matter whether it is from the paper or the lineup, how do you think a French team will face a Ligue 1 overlord?"
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Masala turned to look at Van Gaarlehen and said; "Can I make a request with you?"
"What requirements?" Van Garrchen raised his head in doubt.
"Scoring a goal! At least a goal!" Masala said.
"I don't want to require you to win, it's a lot of pressure on you, and it's too ugly to lose even if you lose. Score a goal and let Paris take a good look. We can also score a goal. Of course. , It ’s best for you to score this goal. The grades of other people are too big, you have unlimited possibilities, your future is not here! "
Masala smiled and shrugged: "We hope this game can achieve you. Just like Millwall achieved Yi, you can also become the big star of Lesbians going out!"
A big star?
Van Garrchen was a little dazed.
Masala smiled and patted Van Gaerlechen's shoulder and said: "Take a good look at tomorrow's game, it will make you unforgettable for a lifetime, but that is the French Stadium, the 80,000 stands, remember not to scare pants!
Heard that Van Gaallehen's face turned red. When he was a kid, he loved to pee his pants, and he didn't know who was stabbed out, causing him to be laughed at by the team.
"I won't!" Van Gaallehen shouted loudly.
Masala laughed: "This is the momentum, I hope you can keep it, don't be frightened by Yi!"
Van Gallehen pursed his lips and said, "I will beat him!"
Masala shrugged and said, "This is also what I want to see!"