Yi Le stood at the penalty spot, the cheers in his ears fading away.

It was a scorching hot wind with a hint of humidity.

Is it going to rain?

Yi Le subconsciously looked up, and the harsh lighting made him a little dizzy.

The whole stadium seemed to fall silent, and those frantic shouts disappeared in an instant.

What about people?

Yi Le turned his head to look around, and he saw that in the stands, the fans were closing their eyes one by one, their hands clenched in front of their chests, making a prayer gesture.

At this moment, the whole stadium fell into an eerie silence, and the pin drop could be heard.

Knock knock!!

Knock knock!!

Knock knock!!

The heart was beating strongly, and the breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

Yi Le touched his chest and exhaled slowly.

Why are you so nervous, this ball is going to go in!

Ahead, the players were in the big penalty area, nervously preparing, Kante squeezed into the human wall, constantly clapping, and cheering loudly towards Yile.

Others also look at Yile with trust.

On the other hand, on the Barcelona side, one by one is like a big enemy.

He saw Ter Stegen roaring nervously, spitting and directing the human wall to stand.

He saw Pique huddled in the wall, facing N'Golo Kante's push, not giving an inch.

He saw Di Maria running back and forth, trying to help Yi Le pull out a gap.

He saw Cavani quietly raise his hand, signaling that he could throw a gap on his side.

He even saw captain Thiago. Silva was bullish and rampaged in the big penalty area.

Each of them showed that they wanted to win.

Yes!

Yile wants to win too!

However, in the final moments, he will not give up his chances to anyone else, he will dominate the goal.

He doesn't like to leave his fate in the hands of other people, whether it's selfish or arrogant.

But this free kick, Yi Le decided to come by himself!

"Are you ready?"

The referee walked over to Yi Le and asked.

Yi Le took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

The referee began to pull back, which meant that the final moment was coming.

Yi Le called up the system panel, and he looked at the free kick points that were still 7.5.

Before, he had never added this point, although he never stopped contacting, but it seemed that he did not have the talent in this area, and the point did not change for a long time.

But at this moment, he needs to score.

Counting the points scored in the previous two games of the French League Cup and the French Cup, Yile has room to squander.

Yile directly smashed the '20' point.

Pull the free kick straight from 7.5 to 9.5!

At the same time, he smashed five more points in terms of physical fitness, and felt a little relief from his tired body.

After preparing all this, Yile did not hesitate at all and ran directly.

Yi Le's expression was very firm, and his eyes looked straight at the opponent's goal.

The arch of the foot is hard and the ball is pumped hard.

At the moment when Yile made a free throw, all the commentators in the live broadcast room around the world shut up and looked at the court with wide eyes one by one.

The trajectory of the ball is beautiful, perhaps a tense factor, as if it were in slow motion.

The ball went over the wall and the Barcelona players jumped.

Yi Le saw that Alba shrank his head slightly, his head bent to one side, and his shoulder gently pushed the ball.

The ball hit Alba's shoulder and there was a slight upward trend, but under the sharp spin, the moment it was close to the goal, it fell sharply.

Ter Stegen judged the direction correctly, but he pounced on the spot and the ball went straight to the corner.

Swish!!!!!

The ball passed through Ter Stegen's five fingers and smashed straight into the goal, setting up a white net.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Yi Le gasped for breath, and he double-checked that the ball had gone in.

When he saw Ter Stegen pounding the ground in frustration, he knew he had kicked it in.

Yi Le immediately turned around and rushed out, and at the same time, the Parisian players in the big penalty area chased Yi Le like crazy.

Boas and the others also got up from the ground and rushed into the field one by one in ecstasy.

And at this moment, the entire Parc des Princes stadium was also suddenly boiling.

Commentators from all over the world also roared wildly at the same time:

"Lore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——”

“GooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaL！！！！”

"Scored!!!!!!! ——”

Old Monet looked crazy, and he roared incoherently: "Goal! Goal! Goal! Easy!!! Oh, God! Easy to score! At the last minute of the game, we made a miraculous comeback! ”

In the PP Sports live broadcast room, Zhan Jun also roared passionately:

"Lore! Lore! Yile's third goal! Glory with a hat, he carried Paris to the last four of the Champions League! It's like a dream!! ”

"It's a super-super-super-super-lore!!! ——”

In the boiling Parc des Princes stadium, Yi Le ran to the bottom of the stands, pointed at the fans who were crying with joy, and shouted: "You are right! Nothing can stop us here! ”

Yi Le slapped his chest hard and roared, "Yes! We can！！！ ”

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

In response to Yile, there was an even greater wave of anger.

Leaving his teammates behind, he jumped over the billboards and into the crowd to celebrate wildly with them.

Seeing Yi Le join the group, the Parisian fans behaved even more wildly.

Looking down from above, the blue ocean is raging.

A short time later, Yi Le stepped down from the stands, and when he returned to the court, he came to the camera and showed his back number with his back to the camera.

The big 21st, for some reason, gives people great courage.

Seeing this, George couldn't help but sigh; "In the stadium, there is no shortage of back numbers with special meanings, No. 10, No. 7, etc., but now there is another No. 21. Yes, the meaning of the back number is given by the players. ”

"No. 10 is the core, No. 7 is the glory of the wing, then No. 21 is more special, some people say it is the representative of the champion, some people say it is courage, but I feel that the biggest moral it brings us is the belief of 'never give up'!"

"And all of this is special because of the appearance of Yi!"

"I think there will be more No.21s in the future, they are just as talented and amazing, but I hope they don't forget the spirit that No.21 represents!"

"Now, the game is coming to an end, and if there are no surprises, I think we can declare that PSG have won the final victory."

The Parisian players were all smiling, while the Barcelona players were at a loss.

It was overturned at the last moment, which hit them hard.

Especially Messi, who was already holding his knees, panting tiredly.

In this game, Messi has worked hard enough, but he still can't stop the tenacious Paris.

He knew that the game was over, and he was a little frustrated, but there was a strange sense of anticipation.

His eyes looked at Yi Le, and his desire became more and more longing...

The game restarted, and when Barcelona had a few kicks, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the match.

In this Champions League quarter-final, Paris Saint-Germain won the game with difficulty in poor form and unfavorable circumstances.

And for the Parisian fans, this day is also firmly remembered by them.

.........

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