On November 4, in the 11th round of Ligue 1, Paris Saint-Germain encountered Angers.

Aung Jak put on a heinous 5-4-1 formation and was almost on the bus in front of the goal.

This left PSG unable to attack for a long time and ended in a draw.

So far, Paris Saint-Germain has not won three games in a row!

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The mood among Parisian fans has been low in recent times.

On the online media, there were even pictures of Parisian fans crying bitterly.

Two consecutive defeats may not be a big deal.

But what about adding a curse to that?

Paris Saint-Germain crave the Champions League more than anyone else, but they have never won it once.

They have paid a lot for this, but they have been disappointed again and again.

Some say they are cursed!

At first, the Parisian fans didn't believe it, and they scolded the rumormonger, but in the following seasons, their performance in the Champions League went from bad to worse.

Before the game, they were always full of confidence and the media thought Paris was strong, but after the game, everything became a joke.

Blow after blow overwhelmed the Parisian fans.

This season is their most promising year.

They have once again raised the highest transfer fee in football and introduced a super midfielder from China.

But the curse worked again, and they were incorporated into the Death Panel.

And the qualifying situation is precarious.

This shattered the hearts of Parisian fans.

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One night, a special image went viral in France.

This is a video of the leader of the Parisian fan group, Biallon, breaking down and crying.

In the video, he seems to have drunk wine, his face is a little flushed, and he is crying with extreme emotion.

And his words made the Parisian fans feel the same way.

"I'm scared right now! Very scared! “

"I swear we've done enough, but damn Lady Luck just didn't favor us!"

'We want the Champions League, and for that, we bought Neymar, we want the Champions League, and for that we bought Yi, and then what? Then we lost two in a row and finished third in the Champions League group! FXXK!!”

"We've done our best, we've given everything, and we don't know how to increase the weight of winning! But I'm likely to miss out! Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Can anyone tell me what the hell are we going to do?!!! ——”

In the video, Biaron smashed things in the house like crazy.

It took a full five minutes for him to calm down a little, he sat on the sofa with his body propped up, covered his face, and choked helplessly: "Can anyone tell me what we should do?!" ”

"I'm really scared! We don't want to lose again! ”

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This video silenced a lot of people.

Including Paris Saint-Germain players such as Yile.

Looking at Bi Yalong, who was crying bitterly, Yi Le felt even more guilty.

He posted a tweet:

"I'm sorry to lose! @毕亚隆! ”

Under Yile's Twitter, Paris Saint-Germain fans left messages.

"Easy, we'll win the next game, right?"

"Easy, we're going to be able to qualify for the Champions League, right?"

"Yi, please tell us, even if it's comfort, is it okay?"

Yi Le was silent for a long time, and he did not make a reply.

This is also a loss for PSG fans.

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Three days later, Yile disguised himself and arrived at a jersey shop with a jersey liner in his hand.

This jersey store is a direct sales store of Paris Saint-Germain jerseys, and the owner is called Fulham and is an amiable fat man.

It wasn't a match day and there weren't many people in the shirt shop.

Yi Le went directly to Fulham, handed over the lining of his jersey, and said; "I need to engrave a few words."

Fulham recognized Yi Le, nodded and put him in a separate room, and said with a smile: "Yi, what do you want to engrave?" ”

"Those words!" Yi Le handed over a note.

Fulham took it with a smile and said, "Is it a curse?" “

Yi Le laughed; "I don't want to be banned!"

Fulham chuckled lightly, looked down at the note, he looked over for the first time, only to see that he was shocked, his eyes couldn't help but reddened slightly, and said, "Bi Yalong, I should like this gift very much." ”

Yi Le lowered his head and twisted: "I'm sorry for losing!" ”

"Nope! Easy, you don't need to apologize, we've been waiting for you to come back! ”

Five minutes later, Fulham handed over the slightly hot jersey lining and smiled; "It's done, I'll go and watch that game and hopefully you'll score."

Yi Le said with a smile; "Don't worry, I'll score!"

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October 28, the 11th round of Ligue 1.

Paris Saint-Germain vs Nice.

As the return show of Yile and Neymar, this match has attracted a large number of Parisian fans.

The Parisian fans are now nervous, desperate for victory.

Therefore, this game, they will never miss.

At the scene, the Parisian fans did not cheer as usual, but were a little quiet.

Everyone sat quietly in their chairs, as if they had lost their vitality and enthusiasm.

Until they see the starting line-up appear.

When the names of Yile and Neymar came into view, their eyes flickered slightly, but that was all.

In the die-hard stands, Bi Alon sat in a chair dejectedly, and he did not cheer with the others.

He just watched the arena quietly.

At this time, the two consecutive defeats made Bi Alon a little unbalanced.

He knew Nice wasn't a strong team, but he didn't have the confidence to win.

Players from both sides quickly walked out.

He saw Yile and saw Neymar reappear in the ring.

But there was still no light in those eyes, and they watched it all in silence.

"This is the 11th round of Ligue 1, Paris Saint-Germain vs Nice, this game is very important for us, after two consecutive defeats, whether we can adjust in time, and the most important thing is that Yi and Neymar are back on the field." Old Monet took a deep breath and said, "I think we... Should be able to win! ”

When Yi Le entered the arena, he felt the change of atmosphere in the Parc des Princes.

Without the previous fanaticism, it was as if it had lost its enthusiasm.

Although the fans came to watch the game, many of them sat on their chairs and looked at the stadium in confusion.

They seemed to have been drained of their souls, and this scene made Yi Le feel a little helpless.

"It's so quiet!"

Neymar also approached Yile and said.

Yi Le nodded, then looked at his teammates and said; "They're also very quiet."

Neymar grinned: "There's something wrong with their mentality. ”

Yi Le nodded and said; "I want to score!"

Yes?

Neymar froze for a moment, and Yi Le seemed to have taken the initiative to say that he was going to score.

Yi Le turned his head to look at Neymar and said; "I'm going to score, help me!"

Neymar nodded despite some confusion; "Okay, I got it."

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With the referee's whistle, the game began.

Cavani knocked the ball to Yile, who distributed it directly to Kante and ran forward.

Kante looked at Yile with some astonishment.

Yile rarely makes this choice, most of the time in the backcourt to sort out the rhythm, but this one took the initiative to step forward.

Kante understood what Yile was thinking, and he knocked the ball to Neymar as soon as possible.

Neymar saw Yile suddenly stab towards the left, where there was a gap.

Neymar didn't hesitate at all and passed it straight over.

The ball had a lead time, and Yile suddenly got up.

On the on-site commentary platform, old Monet was still analyzing the battle situation, and suddenly saw Yile starting, and he couldn't help but pause.

And at this moment, Yi Le had already pierced near the opponent's big forbidden area.

Old Monet shouted in surprise; "Easy!! Easy!! A surprise attack, Neymar's wonderful cooperation with Yi, he has already hit the big penalty area, what will he do? ”

Yi Le changed direction twice in a row and directly shook a defender down.

Immediately made a movement to rub the ball, another defender jumped, and Yi Le slammed a button directly into the penalty area.

"It's in!! It's in!! ”

After Yi Le entered the big penalty area, he turned the ball to the left side, and then directly picked up his right foot to hit the goal at a small angle.

The Nice goalkeeper didn't seem to be in the groove yet, watching the ball fly into the pitch.

The Parc des Princes fell silent.

Everyone subconsciously looks at time.

3 minutes and 11 seconds.

“GoooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaL！！！！”

Old Monet stood up and shouted.

His voice was heard throughout the audience.

At this time, Yi Le went straight to the bottom of the die-hard stands, stopped there, stretched out his hand, pointed at the wide-eyed Bi Yalong, lifted his jersey, and showed the lining inside.

'Don't be afraid! We are with you! ’