On the French commentary stage, Mitches and old Monet were pleasantly surprised.

Mitches roared excitedly at Mike:

"Mbappe's goal, now that the two teams are leveled, the suspense of the game is still there."

"For Paris, they have to score a goal without conceding a goal and they will be able to qualify for the semi-finals!"

In the excited shouts of Mitches, the Parisian fans at the scene cheered wildly again.

The goal gave the Parisian fans confidence back to their soft-footed shrimp who couldn't beat them.

They are shaking the giants from Germany head-on!

They need to win the game and qualify for the last four of the Champions League!

At this moment, the whole city of Paris is united.

The cheers didn't last long, and the game resumed.

Paris need to score, but they can't concede any more.

If Bayern Munich scored a goal, it would be bad news for Paris.

Of course, Paris did not deter from this, they still played with great vigor.

The offense is only sharp.

Yile changed direction again to break through Martinez, which annoyed the latter, and tripped Yile with his foot to force Paris's attack to be interrupted.

Martinez was also saddled with a yellow card for this.

He got up depressedly, and cursed in his mouth: "This Chinese, hell!" ”

J Ronaldo and the others also nodded with empathy.

No one knows what kind of pressure they are under because of Ele.

This guy's performance in the midfield is too strong, he can lead, pass, break, organize, and intercept, he is simply an all-round midfielder.

And Yile also has a long-range shooting ability, threatening Bayern's goal at any time, no wonder Martinez is depressed.

Time passed slowly, and in 68 minutes, Yile organized another wave of attacks.

But this time, instead of dribbling himself, he distributed the ball directly to Mbappe on the right flank.

Mbappe was at full speed and sprinted along the flanks towards the baseline.

Cavani and Neymar also went straight into the penalty area.

Mbappe made a move, bouncing on the ball and trying to break through Raphinha's defence.

But Raphinha was steady, not in a hurry, but stuck in a dead position.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, with Mbappe unable to make a hard cross that hit Raphinha's feet and rolled off the line.

Paris Saint-Germain get a corner.

Yi Le came to the corner area, he did not hope for a corner, in fact, Paris Saint-Germain is not a team that is good at playing aerial battles.

But at this time, Yile had no other better way but to try to give it to Cavani, the highest altitude.

Edinson Cavani got up for the ball but couldn't get his hands on it and the ball was confiscated by Manuel Neuer as the cross was close to goal.

After Neuer got the ball, he didn't hesitate, threw the ball out of his arms and launched a counterattack directly.

The ball flew far and Ribery caught it near the centre circle and turned and sprinted.

A 3V4 situation is formed in an instant.

Bayern's counterattack was fast, and Ronaldo spared no effort to sprint to support.

Although Yile and Neymar are also full support.

But because of the distance, some can't keep up.

Ribery dribbled the ball into the penalty area, and Lewandowski and Robben were ready to pull the edge and attract a certain amount of defensive strength.

Ribery glanced at Buffon, and he actually got up and hit the door.

But he wasn't aiming at the goal, but at Marchisinho's arm.

Bang!!

The ball slammed into Marchisinho's arm, causing the latter to be stunned for a moment, and then his face changed dramatically.

By this time, Ribery had raised his arms in high with excitement.

"Handball!!!! ——”

The Bayern players rushed to the referee, while the Parisians did not back down in the slightest, and they were inspired to justify.

Players from both sides surrounded the referee and complained.

But the referee pulled away and slowly ran towards the Paris goal.

Under the gaze of everyone, pointing to the penalty spot, the mask was blown.

“No！！！！！！！！！！！ ——”

Bad news is coming!

The penalty was like a bolt from the blue, leaving the Parisian players and fans stunned.

"This is really sad news." Mitches said with a pained look on his face: "The only thing we can do is to take this penalty and not score!" ”

For Paris, this penalty was a nightmare.

If Bayern had scored a penalty, they would have been one goal ahead, and it would have been an away goal.

That meant Paris needed to score two goals in a row to secure progress.

But in this situation where the physical strength of the players on both sides is gradually exhausted, it is no less than a death sentence for Paris Saint-Germain.

Marquinhos knelt in the big penalty area, his head in his hands, his eyes full of confusion.

Here's handball that will make him a sinner in Paris!

Everything is moving towards a good line of defense, but because of him, Paris' efforts will fall short.

Buffon stepped forward and slapped Marquinhos on the shoulder to comfort him.

Then he came to goal, Buffon had a bitter expression on his face, and now the only thing he could do was save a penalty and give Paris a new lease of life.

Lewandowski stood at the penalty spot, his head bowed, and Buffon couldn't judge any valid information to read from the opponent's expression.

The Parc des Princes stadium fell silent and Parisian fans were praying with their eyes closed.

At this point, the referee blows the whistle.

Lewandowski ran and slammed into the ball, which rolled into the bottom left corner.

Buffon's movements are swift, but deadly... He had made a mistake in his judgment.

“GoooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaL！！”

"Robert Lewandowski scored a wonderful goal, which means Bayern will advance to the semi-finals of the Champions League! Hahaha.. The contest is over!! ”

A small number of Bayern fans cheered, while the Parisian fans were eerily quiet, closing their eyes in pain.

It's the quarterfinals again!

It's that damn Quarter-Eight spell again!

It's all over together!

On the field, the same is true for the Parisian players.

Their expressions were in a trance.

Neymar gasped on his knees, his eyes full of frustration.

Mbappe tilted his head, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

Thiago. Silva thrust and shook her head.

Marquinhos knelt on the ground, hiding his face in shame.

Buffon sat weakly in the goal, staring blankly at the ball in front of the net.

There was an air of extreme sadness flowing throughout the Parc des Princes stadium.

"It was a big blow to them, they've worked hard, but ......" Mitches' voice choked as he felt a dull pain in his heart.

They're going to be eliminated again.

And, again, the quarterfinals!

"We ........"

Suddenly, a figure on the screen ran all the way from the midfield.

With black hair fluttering in the air, he plunged straight into the goal, picked up the soccer ball and ran back.

Buffon looked at the back in amazement.

The big 21st is so glaring.

Yile ran to the centre circle, pressed the ball to the tee-off point, and then switched back to Marquinhos.

"Get up!!"

Yile roared at Marquinhos.

Marquinhos bowed his head and said in frustration: "Easy, it's over!" ”

Yi Le ignored it, brutally pulled Marquinhos to his feet, and roared angrily: "If you don't get up again, I'll beat you!" ”

Marquinhos looked up in astonishment, and he saw Yi Le's red eyes, his eyes were wide, and he stared at himself as if he was going to beat him up if he didn't get up again.

Marquinhos got up, he wasn't afraid of Yile, but... It's an amazing feeling.

Yi Le patted the other party's shoulder and said, "There are still twenty minutes!" We will win! ”

After speaking, he turned his head and roared, "What are you doing?" The game isn't over yet!! ”

The Parisian players watched as Yi Le roared.

It was the first time they had seen Yi Le so angry.

Yi Le staggered towards Neymar, squinted his eyes, and said, "You want to give up?" ”

"I...."Neymar opened his mouth to say, 'It's an unnecessary fight,' but when the words came to his lips, he found himself unable to speak.

"No!"

Neymar was succinct.

"Good, twenty minutes in hand, I'll pass you the ball, whatever you do!" Score me! Can it be done! ”

"Can.. Yes! But how do you pass it on to me? Neymar wondered.

Yi Le pursed the corners of his mouth and said, "You don't have to care, I will definitely be able to pass it to you anyway, your task is only to score goals!" ”