The 2017/2018 French Cup final was played by Lesebier vs Paris Saint-Germain.

The Miracle of Lesebier has been fermented in France, and Van Ballegen has become a hot midfield star.

A small team in Ligue C reaching the final of the French Cup cannot help but cause a sensation.

And their opponent is still Paris Saint-Germain, known as the 'French Galaxy Battleship'.

Originally from a small town in eastern France, Van Bahllechen started his career on his own.

But he never imagined that he would one day be the focus of so many people.

Counting his career, it can be described as a small pattern.

Lesebier is not a big city, with a population of just over 15,000 people, but they made it to the French Cup final for the first time.

This has earned them the attention of major newspapers in France, and as a young star player in the team, Van Ballegen has made a name for himself, gaining attention from giants such as Juventus.

It was the first time that Van Barlechen had been so much noticed, and Van Barlechen was also extremely excited.

Lesebier is nearly a three-hour drive from Paris, and the club has hired a bus to take them to a new battlefield.

The French Cup final, which represents the top stage of France, the 80,000-person 'Stade de France'.

This is the first time he has to appear on such a big court, and he can't stop the excitement in his heart.

Van Gahlleghen kept rubbing his hands, his eyes unblinking at the Paris Metropolis in front of him, and his legs couldn't help but shake violently.

Looking at this scene, Bangungui in the team smiled and said, "He's nervous. ”

"He's under a lot of pressure, it's a midfielder in Paris!"

"Hopefully he won't be crushed by pressure!"

The coach enters the city of Paris and travels along the main road towards your hotel.

Along the way, they could see a large number of Parisian fans, and the atmosphere of the final was extremely strong.

In the car, looking at the hordes of Parisian fans and the dozens of private cars behind them, they felt a little unbalanced.

When they came to the hotel where they were staying, and looked at the large number of reporters around them, their bodies seemed even more stiff.

After all, when has a small team seen this kind of posture in France C.

There is a lot of mainstream media in Europe, and many of them are more famous than the players themselves.

Seeing the nervous appearance of these Lesebier players, the French reporters couldn't help but laugh good-naturedly:

"Although it is the venue of the final, the Stade de France is the home of Paris!"

"The number of fans who are pressed by sex, this is the difference between a small team and a big club!"

"Actually, I would have liked them to beat PSG!"

"But it's very unlikely, fairy tales only exist in stories."

"Let's go, we're going to work too!"

......

Reporters gathered around Lessebier's players for interviews, and the latter looked extremely apprehensive.

On the contrary, their captain was calm, and Van Gaerlechen was already a little overwhelmed.

For Van Gaallechen, this is not a small local medium, and the communication is just that, at most in the vicinity of Leselbier.

These European media will spread his name throughout Europe and let everyone know that there is a player named Van Gaallechen in Leisebie.

After the stumbling interviews, the players returned to the hotel.

"It's gone!"

"I feel my voice trembling, and I'm going to be laughed at!"

"I was interviewed by the "Team Newspaper" just now, hahaha....."

"This is the final! It feels like the atmosphere is different! ”

The crowd laughed and exchanged ideas.

Lesebier's striker Yerman looked at the newspaper and grinned: "I feel like the media is not particularly friendly to us. ”

Others gathered around, and they saw a lot of newspaper reports.

But all of them were 'Les Sebier's miracles were moving, but they couldn't shake the mighty PSG! ’

"That's really—" Yerman said with some annoyance.

Rocheto smiled dryly: "Actually, this is also very understandable, after all, it is Paris Saint-Germain who reached the semi-finals of the Champions League, and we are not a team of the same level. ”

"Maybe even we don't have much confidence ourselves, coming to the French Cup final is already the limit, as for winning the championship..."

Everyone fell silent, and Van Gaerlechen frowned at the scene.

In the afternoon, during the team's training, Van Gaalleghen did not seem to be in the groove and made frequent mistakes.

This made many people look at the past in confusion.

Van Gaalleghen also apologized, then ran to the sidelines to his chagrin at his poor performance.

......

"You look like you're annoyed when you want to go!"

A gruff voice interrupted Van Gaerlechen's train of thought, and he looked up to see manager Massara with his hands around and smiling at him.

"Sir, I... I'm just some... Some... I don't understand! Van Gaerlegen pursed his lips.

Massara sat down beside him and asked, "Tell me about it." ”

"Do we really have no hope of winning?" Van Gaallechen hesitated for a moment and asked.

Masala shook her head and said, "No! There is hope that no one can vouch for football, it has endless possibilities. ”

"But everyone doesn't seem to be motivated!"

Massara chuckled and said, "That's true, whether it's on paper or in terms of lineup, how do you think a Ligue 3 team should face a Ligue 1 hegemon?" ”

Hearing this, Van Gaallechen was even more frustrated.

Masalla turned to Van Gahlleghen and said; "Can I make a request to you?"

"What requirements?" Van Gahlleghen looked up suspiciously.

"Score a goal! At least one goal! Masala said.

'I don't want to demand that you have to win, it's a lot of pressure on you, and even if you lose, you can't lose too ugly. Score a goal, let Paris take a good look, we can score a goal as well. Of course, it's best for you to score this goal, other people's grades are too big, you still have endless possibilities, your future is not here! ”

Masalla smiled and shrugged, "We hope this game can be a success for you." Just like Millwall made it easy, you can also be a big star for Lesebier to go out! ”

Big stars?

Van Gaerlechen was a little dazed.

Massara smiled and patted Van Gaerlechen's shoulder and said: "Feel the game tomorrow, it will make you unforgettable for a lifetime, it is the Stade de France, the stands of 80,000 people, remember not to be afraid to pee your pants!" ”

Hearing this, Van Gaalleghen's face turned red, he loved to pee his pants when he was a child, and he didn't know who poked him out, causing him to be ridiculed by the whole team.

"I won't!!" Van Gaerlechen shouted loudly.

Masala laughed and said, "It's this momentum, I hope you can keep it up, don't be easily frightened!" ”。

Van Gaerlegen pursed his lips and said, "I'll beat him!" ”

Masalla shrugged her shoulders and said, "That's what I want to see!" ”