May 3, Stade de France.

This 80,000-person stadium on the eastern outskirts of Paris is surrounded by many fans.

The French Cup itself didn't get much attention, but it skyrocketed under the hype of Paris Saint-Germain and the miracle of Lesebeye.

The stands of 80,000 people were full.

There are even drones in the sky from time to time, looking down and shooting.

The match will be screened live across Europe.

As far as the eye can see, the entire Stade de France is densely packed with Parisian fans.

This is their first title in a single season, and the Parisian fans are enthusiastic about it.

If they win this game, they will get off to a good start for the subsequent championships, the league championship... Or even the Champions League!

The thought of these things makes the Parisian fans feel extremely excited.

In the stands of 80,000 people, there were almost 70,000 Parisian fans, and only 10,000 Lesebier fans.

Among them, only a few thousand local fans accounted for it, and the rest were neutral fans who wore Lessebier's jersey with the idea of causing trouble.

Before the game began, the heat on the scene was already extremely hot.

The Parisian fans sang loudly and waited for the players to enter.

......

Led by a live DJ, the fans let out thunderous cheers.

In the dressing room, Van Gaallechen felt the ground tremble, his soul trembled, and his feet went limp...

Others are no better.

Head coach Massara patted the tactical board and said; "Alright, guys, it's time for us to go out and warm up."

Everyone got up in turn, and when they walked out of the locker room, they all subconsciously looked at each other.

At this time, the players in Paris had not yet appeared.

And when Van Gaallegen walked out, the Parisian side began to come out.

Yi Le and Neymar were the first to come into view, and the two walked out casually talking, their faces were flat, and there was no anxiety.

The 400 million dual-core took the lead in debuting, which directly caused huge pressure on Lesebier.

Van Gaerlechen stared at Yi Le deadly.

It is no exaggeration to say that the best midfielder in Europe at this stage is now at the pinnacle of Europe's midfield, with others challenging climbers, including Van Gaallechen.

They have to climb high enough speed to take on the challenge.

Van Gaerlegen never imagined that he would one day face the pinnacle of Europe's middle class.

Yi Le also felt that someone was staring at him, he looked up at the other side, and the two looked at each other.

Yi Le smiled and nodded.

Van Gaerlechen, on the other hand, was at a loss, not knowing where to put his hands, and by the time he had figured out what to do, Yile was already far away.

During the warm-up, Van Gaallegen also kept aiming at Yile.

Tens of thousands of Parisian fans called out one name in unison.

This kind of treatment is just cool!

Van Gahlleghen couldn't help but lick his tongue, he was a little yearning.

The warm-up was over, and both sides returned to the locker room.

At 5 p.m., stand in line in the players' tunnel and enter the stadium.

After taking a group photo, shaking hands, and guessing sides, they scattered and ran to their respective halves to wait for the game to begin.

......

Starting line-ups for both sides.

Lesebier (4-2-3-1):

Goalkeeper: Pisau.

Defenders: Mari, Fofana, De Kehr, Pajeri.

Midfielders: Flochon, Ekmeier, Bongungoui, Van Gaalleghen, Roshto.

Forward: Yerman.

......

Paris Saint-Germain (4-2-3-1):

Goalkeeper: Buffon.

Defenders: Alves, Thiago. Silva, Marquinhos, Kurzawa.

Midfielders: Rabiot, Yile, Kante, Mbappe, Neymar.

Striker: Edinson Cavani.

"It's France TV, the French Cup final, the Lesebier vs Paris Saint-Germain game."

Commentator Mitches looked at the starting lineup and admired: "Lesebier is very bloody, even in the face of Paris Saint-Germain, they also put on an attacking formation, and Paris did not back down, both sides have to attack, this game is good!" Thierry. What do you think? ”

Next to Mitches sat a big man, the French football legend, the king of Highbury, Thierry. Henry.

Henry smiled and said hello: "I'm more curious about the midfield encounters, modern football has high requirements for midfielders. Paris, I think needless to say, the Leselbier side wants to see Van Gaallegen play! ”

'This youngster is very good, he has a solid foundation and a good vision, he can stuff a surprising through ball for a long time, but in this game he needs to face the strongest midfielder in Europe, under pressure, whether he can show what he has done before, that's the key!'

"Yes, Van Gaallegen has been noticed by Europe through this Leisebije miracle, and Juventus has praised this youngster even more, this game will be his stage, whether he can take advantage of the opportunity depends on his performance. After all, his opponents can be easy, and there's nothing more exhilarating than showing yourself in front of an idol! ”

"Of course, this is the ideal picture, and it depends on the game."

While the two sides were talking, the game had already begun.

Paris Saint-Germain kicked off first.

Cavani knocked the ball to Yile, who passed it back to Kante and ran forward.

Van Gaerlegen also moved forward decisively, brushed past Yi Le, and entered the Paris half to start the scramble.

Kante saw Van Gaerlegen rushing towards him, and he knocked the ball to Rabiot, who touched it directly to Yile.

Carrying the pressure of the defenders, Yi Le received the ball and turned, and at the same time, at the same time, he made a hidden bucket on his toes.

The ball went straight under Flochon's crotch and between Fofana and De Kell to form a through ball.

The fans in Paris forgot to cheer because the ball came so fast.

No one expected that in the first attack of Paris, Yile directly tore apart Lessebier's back line with a scalpel.

And relying on this through ball, Cavani made a single shot.

Lesebiye's players are frantically chasing back, but they can't catch Cavani at all.

can only watch Cavani enter the big penalty area, and his heart is anxious and angry.

Lesebier's goalkeeper reacted quickly, taking the initiative and making a cross to block the angle.

Cavani tiptoed slightly, then smiled triumphantly.

But in the next second, Lesebier goalkeeper Pissau suddenly swung his right hand and knocked the ball out of the bottom line.

Cavani conceded a through ball again!

"It's really .....," Mitches hated a little.

Edinson Cavani's ability to spit out one-on-one balls is simply top-notch, and he didn't get any of those chances.

And Cavani himself knew that he had made a mistake, he did not dare to look up at the midfield, and stamped his foot hard, trying to show his self-reproach.

He knew that Yi Le was already staring at him.

......

Van Gahlleghen stood in the center circle and looked at Yile blankly.

The opportunity for this attack, this through ball, this ability to see into gaps...

He whispered, "This is ......"

Syllable!!

Van Gaerlechen's head was smacked solidly.

Roshtor urged; "What are you doing in a daze, hurry back to defense!"

Van Gaerlegen beat the spirit.

Hurriedly retreated.

Paris Saint-Germain's corner, Yile stands in the corner area again.

With his last experience, Lesebier was afraid of Elal.

This guy's passing is like hell.

Standing in the corner kick area, Yi Le took a deep breath, slowly ran up, and slammed the corner kick.

The ball flew to the middle, Neymar pulled forward, trying to coax the opponent's defense, but the opponent was unmoved and was not fooled, and the ball was cleared by Leusebier.

The ball flew to the right wing, flying high but not far away.

Yile and Van Gaallegen had already rushed there.

Yi Le took the lead and Van Gaerlechen slammed into Yi Le with a muffled snort.

Van Gaallegen coughed a few times, he was hit a little painfully, but he still clung to Yile and did not relax in the slightest.

Both of them were looking up at the ball, Yi Le unloaded the ball as soon as possible, and Van Gaalleghen was stuck in Yi Le's position.

But Rao is so, and Van Gaalleheng is also pushed hard by Yile.

What a strong body!

Van Gaallechen couldn't help but be shocked.

In the next second, Yile took a step to the right, followed by Van Gaerlechen.

But Yi Le did not break through to the right, but shook a few times under his feet and turned to the left.

As soon as the strength was discharged, Van Gaalleghen directly fell and ate.

By the time he looked up, Yi Le had already crossed the ball.

Edinson Cavani didn't waste his chance this time around, with a beautiful upside-down golden hook that slammed the ball straight into the Lessebie goal.

“GooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaL！！！！”

Rumble!!!!!!!

The cheers of the crowd made Van Gaerlechen's eardrums tremble, and he looked up at the back of the number 21 in a daze.

It is not a tall figure, but at this time, it is like a mountain, which is insurmountable.

Technical defeat!

Defeat in vision!

Defeat in strength!

Everything is not a rank for all!

Van Gahlleghen was extremely frustrated, his mouth slightly open, and he finally realized a harsh reality.

"That's ......"

"Top in the world!"

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