Chapter 5 Quietly Changing
The French media is very satisfied with Paris's performance, and the Champions League is counting on Paris to carry the banner of Ligue 1, but when other teams are exerting their strength, Paris is pulling across, which is an unforgivable thing.
Losing is the original sin, and you have to be scolded!
The appetite of the current Parisian fans has been nourished, last season's Champions League and World Cup titles, these two championships, France and even Paris fans have tasted the sweetness of victory, for them, winning is more important than everything.
But at this juncture, Paris's performance is extremely poor, not only did it not have the tacit cooperation of last season, but even the momentum of the ferocious attack was nowhere to be seen.
It's just that they can't do it, they are fans, not players, all they can do is encourage or abuse, and they want to motivate the players through these channels.
The defeat for several days in a row did not cause unrest, but the situation was also critical.
Paris Saint-Germain FC made an announcement after returning to Paris.
'Yi Le has recovered from his injury and is about to train with the team! ’
As soon as the news broke, everyone's attention was focused on Yi Le, and they didn't pay much attention to the previous loss.
Now Paris Saint-Germain is also out of line, can only rely on Yile to divert the attention of fans, the team has been losing, the club has a lot of responsibility, these club executives are worried about the pressure on Boas, Boas is under pressure, and in the end it is the players who are unlucky.
But the good thing is that from the second day's training, there are finally some changes in the team.
......
Wag is sad, he came to Ligue 1 for a better platform and a good salary.
The latter is not in a hurry, although the more the merrier, but now he is still young, what he needs is a good team atmosphere and a high level of competition.
Yes, he played a Champions League game, and although it was only 10 minutes, it was very rewarding.
He had felt the horrific bombardment of the Anfield KOP stands, which made his feet go limp and he could barely stand up.
Hearing that the 100,000 fans at Camp Nou were more terrifying, he didn't know how PSG won against these powerhouses last season.
Anyway, from recent observations, he is skeptical about PSG's competitiveness.
Although he knows in his heart that there are big teams here, but... After all, it's Ligue 1.
Wag arrived in the locker room early, but as soon as he entered, he noticed that the atmosphere in the locker room had changed a little.
In the past, there were very few people talking in the locker room, and under the pressure of losing the game, the nerves of the teammates were always tense and the mood was not very good, so there was not much chatting.
But today is a little different, the overall atmosphere is a lot more relaxed, and occasionally you can see a smile, which can't help but Wag is a little puzzled.
Wag's wardrobe is at the very edge, as is customary in Paris, and the middle lockers are for the core players of the team, highlighting their special status.
Today, while his teammates were laughing and laughing, Wag noticed that they would occasionally look at the locker in the middle, and occasionally at the locker room door.
Wag blinked, he remembered that the locker seemed to have never been opened, and he had heard that it belonged to... Eile's?
Smack!
The door opened, and the chatter in the locker room stopped abruptly.
All eyes were on the gate.
The whole dressing room was silent.
Wag was also the first to see a short black hair and a sturdy body as everyone looked over.
The man walked in with a sports bag, and without saying a word, he went straight to the locker and began to change clothes.
Everyone was quiet during this process, and Wag didn't dare to breathe.
He looked at the man without blinking, and secretly shouted in his heart: The king of Paris is back!
......
Yi Le bowed his head and changed his clothes in silence.
He knew that the team was in a bad state, and he thought about saying something to comfort him, but he found that he didn't have that eloquence.
In the end, Yi Le decided to go with the usual plan.
Yi Le changed into a training uniform, put on a yellow vest, and turned his head to look at everyone.
Everyone looked at Yile quietly.
"Killian!"
Yi Le was the first to break the silence, and Mbappe hurriedly said: "Yi, I'm here." ”
Yi Le glanced at the time and said, "Before training every day, three groups of confrontation training and warm-up, I am puzzled, why are you still here?!" ”
Boom!
Mbappe's little face collapsed.
Others are also a little can't help laughing, after the World Cup, Mbappe's status has risen, and even captain Thiago. Silva didn't dare to speak in such a blunt tone.
It is estimated that Yile, Mbappe's big brother, has this status in the entire team.
"I... I..."Mbappe is a little overwhelmed, there is nothing wrong with being famous, and there is nothing wrong with being arrogant in his heart, but when facing Yile, he is always a little afraid of the other party in his heart.
It's not something that can be changed overnight, and in Mbappe's heart, Yile is the boss of this team no matter what.
Yi Le didn't continue to talk about Mbappe, patted his ass and got up and said: "Okay, get ready to train!" ”
Kimpembe hurriedly said: "It's only 9 o'clock, and the training will start at 10 o'clock." ”
Yi Le stretched his body a little and said, "That's the rules of the coaching staff!" ”
After saying that, Yi Le ran out, and the others also glanced at each other and followed Yi Le's footsteps.
"Just recovered, training is so Spartan!"
Thiago. Silva seemed to be complaining, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but crack.
Familiar taste!
Thiago. Silva patted Wag on the shoulder and said; "Rookie, have you always thought Paris was bad?"
Hearing this, Wag's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No... No! ”
Thiago. Silva laughed, "No need to lie, I know what you're thinking, but then it's different, I promise!" ”
After that, Thiago. Silva pulled Wag and ran out.
The two of them followed straight behind the group and began to run in circles.
On the observation deck on the second floor, Boas watched this scene in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.
His plan was accomplished.
Yi Le did not take on the responsibility of being a teammate, but he had the temperament of a leader.
There is no need to speak, no need to motivate, just an appearance that pulls morale back.
One by one, Parisian players also came to the training ground, and they generally came a little faster than usual.
They came to the training ground after changing their clothes, and when they saw the large group running laps and Yi Le at the front, they all chuckled, and then quickly joined in.
No complaints, no laziness, as if everything was back to the previous tacit understanding.
A high-spirited vitality once again enveloped the entire training ground.
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