On May 8, tens of thousands of Parisian fans gathered at the Lloris training camp for the home team.

The glorious Paris Saint-Germain are about to set foot on their battlefield, and they are going to capture the Bernabeu.

They won 2-0 at home in the last round of the game, so they have a lot of confidence in this one.

The mentality of the current Parisian fans is no longer so timid in the victory after victory, and they are confident that they can overturn any strong team, and now Paris is like the team they have in mind.

Not to bully the weak, but to challenge the strong.

Bi Allon led the die-hard fans to stand at the door of the training camp, they raised their hands and chanted the 'Song of Easy Music' loudly.

This is the favorite melody of Parisians now, and it is a 'victory' melody for them.

This is an adaptation of "Allez Allez Allez", with a simple melody, catchy and full of cheerfulness and vigorous momentum.

'We are about to conquer all of Europe!' ’

'We're never going to stop!' ’

'From Paris to Madrid! ’

We've won a lot of times! ’

'Amazing Chinese Commander! ’

He told us not to be afraid! ’

'We are the most loyal of the group! ’

'This is Pariiiiiiiiiiis!! ’

Amid the roar of singing, the Paris bus slowly drove out of the training camp, and the fans erupted in loud cheers.

Biaron and other die-hard fans even walked directly onto the bus, and the followers of the Paris bus challenged away from home.

Walk out of the Logos training camp and drive all the way to the avenue of Paris, where the Parisian buses lead the way and the swaggering fans follow behind.

In the aisle, private cars were also infected by this atmosphere, and they honked their horns one after another.

A long, piercing sound pierced the sky.

On both sides of the road, passers-by also stopped and waved to the Paris bus.

Their eyes were full of anticipation, and they knew that these Parisian warriors had gone to Spain to fight for the glory of the city.

At this moment, they were glorious Parisian warriors, and every Parisian citizen liked them from the bottom of their hearts.

The big LED screen scrolled to play the wonderful goals of Paris, and the slogans were extremely arrogant.

'We're about to take the Bernabeu!' ’

Romantic Parisians are not romantic at all, they burst out with the most primitive passion.

They were united in their hearts and waited for the news of the team's triumph.

Since that Champions League quarter-final win against Bayern Munich, the enthusiasm of the whole city has been ignited.

The recognition of his hometown and his support for the team have skyrocketed.

A sense of pride and pride pervades the hearts of every Parisian.

They are proud of Paris, and they love Paris Saint-Germain from the bottom of their hearts.

Among them, Yile won the title of 'Hero of Paris' for his stunner goal.

It's not the Parc des Princes' heroes, it's the heroes of Paris, and you can see how much they love the Ile.

Crowds of people came from various intersections to both sides of the main road, and under the pressure of traffic, the city department mobilized police forces to block all the intersections, except for the main road, which can be used by Paris buses, all other roads leading to the airport were blocked.

Looking down from above, beyond a straight main road, the rest of the side roads are filled with a large number of Parisian fans and citizens, like a sea of darkness.

The buses of Paris are like the absolute protagonists of the military parade, and they will cause cheers and applause at every intersection they go.

France Télévisions urgently mobilized a number of live broadcast vehicles to broadcast the event live to the world.

French Names. Powell stood in front of the fence with an excited look and shouted to the camera:

"It's a carnival in Paris, I can't believe it, I feel like the whole city is coming!"

"They do it, they cheer for our team."

Powell turned to point the camera at the fence behind him, the crowd, and excitedly said, "Look, how crazy they are!" ”

Everywhere the camera captures, the Parisian fans are performing like crazy.

"This is Paris! We will emerge victorious! A young man, holding a Parisian scarf, shouted to the camera.

"They are the children of Paris! They are the bravest warriors! Yes, we are about to take the Bernabeu! Knock out the Spanish team, I'm sure they can do it! A gray-haired old lady about 70 years old shouted excitedly.

"They make us proud and honored, they have done great things for their hometown, and they deserve it!" A strong man grinned, took a big sip of wine, and laughed: "We will kill Real Madrid!" ”

When the camera pulled back, Powell's cheeks twitched a little, and he couldn't control his expression with excitement, but he tried hard to tighten his face and said in a deep voice:

"With these lovely people supporting us, there's no reason for us to fail! No! ”

Powell paused, turned his head to look at the street in the distance, and said with a smile: "They're coming!" ”

The Paris bus came slowly from a distance, followed by a convoy of die-hard Parisian citizens.

They hadn't arrived yet, but the shrill whistle had already exploded.

The bombing of the streets of Paris begins!

Drip drip drip!!

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

The scene was boiling, and the shouts of great noise filled the sky over Paris.

The crowd shouted loudly at the crossing, and some white-collar workers leaned out of the building, waving their arms and cheering loudly.

"Kill them!!"

"Come on! You guys are the best!! ”

"Don't give up! We await news of your triumph! ”

"Neymar, don't be afraid, we're all rooting for you!"

"Killian, you need to run faster, I want to see you score!"

"Thiago, the team is up to you!"

Among the noisy cheers, Yile's cry was the highest.

"Easy! Take out your skills and kill this game! ”

"Easy, here's my phone number!"

"Easy, win this game, I can do anything with you!"

Amid the cheers, the Parisian buses swaggered through the city, and they silently stepped on their own battlefield.

It was quiet inside the bus, and the Parisian players were silently looking out the window at the scene.

The faces with anticipation, the hysterical shouts one by one, really made them feel a huge pressure.

Mbappe sat next to Yi Le, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and said worriedly: "Yi, if we lose, will they beat us?" ”

Yi Le turned his head and forgot about the past, his eyes full of incomprehension.

On the other hand, it was Neymar in the front row who turned around and said with a smile: "Beat? They're going to tear you apart! ”

Mbappe: "!! ”

Yi Le frowned and said, "Don't scare him!" ”

Neymar smiled, and the others couldn't help but laugh.

In the Paris team, Mbappe has always been an angry bag, and the players always like to bully him, watching Mbappe snort angrily and find Yile to complain.

Mbappe was a little dissatisfied, he always felt that the players treated him like a child.

Among them, Neymar, who has a black belly, is the most excessive, and now that I think about it, Mbappe can't help but be glad that he found Yi Le as the boss at that time, although the training load is larger, but it is all for his own good.

Looking at the smiling eyes of the players, Mbappe couldn't help but puff up his chest and said stiffly: "I'm not afraid, besides, they like us very much, even if they lose, they won't beat us, right, easy?" ”

Hearing this, Yi Lelen paused for a moment, and then remained eerily silent.

The others were silent.

At this moment, Mbappe panicked.

Why don't you speak?

Mbappe cautiously said: "There will be security guards to protect us, right?" ”

"Poof! Killian, you're scared!! Hahaha!! ”

The crowd couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing.

"Didn't you just say you weren't afraid?"

"Hahahaha, little Killian is afraid of being beaten!"

Neymar even patted his thighs and laughed, and the tears were about to come out.

Yi Le couldn't help but laugh, turned his head, and his shoulders couldn't help shaking.

Mbappe's face turned red, and he turned his head angrily and said: "Big liar! I won't talk to you anymore! ”

Hearing this, the car burst into laughter again....