Thursday, 3 September 2004, at 2.30 p.m. at the Stade Louis II, Monaco.

The Stade Louis II is the home of Monaco and is home to the UEFA Super Cup every year. The stadium has a capacity of 18,500 spectators, and the rest of the stadium is underground.

The outside temperature was 39 degrees, and in such a hot day, it was not a weekend, and there was not a single spectator in the audience. On the verdant turf, only the players from both sides of the game are preparing for the game.

The scorching sun, emitting immeasurable heat, seemed to scorch the earth. There was not a single cloud in the clear blue sky, as if they were also afraid of the scorching sun, hiding at the end of the day, waiting for the cool night to reappear.

Tang Jue's face was covered with sweat, breathing hot air, and every breath was like a fire that drilled into his lungs. made him very uncomfortable, in such a weather competition, in addition to the competition of skills and tactics, the two sides also competed in the quality of will.

Tang Jue was practicing grabbing the ball with his teammates, and Sack was lazily grabbing the ball. Alone, sitting under a parasol, from time to time he picked up the bottle of mineral water in his hand, took a sip, and complained: "What a damn weather! ”

Lakenbay gave the task of preparing for the event to the assistant to complete. In France, or even in Europe as a whole, there is nothing wrong with this. The main job of the head coach of the team is to think about the team's style of play, the arrangement of the players on the field, and the overall plan of the team's training. A lot of the specific training work is done by assistant coaches.

Gameiro was with the players on the ball, shouting and screaming from time to time, as if to raise the excitement of the players, and in such weather, it always gave people a feeling of drowsiness.

Monaco players wear traditional red and white jerseys, red shorts, and red socks. Paris Saint-Germain player wearing a white away shirt, blue shorts, blue socks.

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At three o'clock, the game starts on time!

The scorching sun was shining, and this group of teenagers chasing their dreams began to chase football. There is no audience, they cheer themselves on. In order to step on the star-studded arena in the future, they must now endure loneliness and baptism of the scorching sun.

After the whistle blew for the start of the race, the two beasts fought fiercely. No need to be tempted, they have played together for many years, and from the age of seven or eight, they have been fighting each other. The characteristics of the playing style of both sides, and the technical characteristics of the players are well known.

This is Monaco's home stadium and they need to win and defend their home. They didn't have to go through the journey, they sat back and waited for their opponents to come. Physically, they have the upper hand.

What's more, last year they were runners-up in the Youth League, while Paris Saint-Germain were fifth, and they had the advantage in terms of quality. Last year, they won both games, which gave them a lot of confidence.

Defeating their opponents is their only goal!

Offense is their theme!

Offensive! Offensive!

Monaco were the first to attack from both flanks, thanks to the presence of Sark, a defender who is known for his youth in France. Monaco's two wide players, like two red swords, frequently swords.

Paris Saint-Germain's backline, under the organization of Sack, patiently maneuvered with the opposition. For a while, Monaco did not have a good chance to shoot on goal. Slowly, Monaco's attack began to increase its intensity, the players in the Paris backline were busy, and Sack began to shout.

For the full fifteen minutes, Monaco pressed the PSG half. For a full fifteen minutes, Tang Jue, who was wearing the No. 17 jersey, did not touch the ball once. Tang Jue stood in the middle circle, watching his teammates exhausted, he couldn't do anything. Arendt stood leisurely on the west side of the pitch, where there was shade to escape the scorching sun.

Tang Jue spat a mouthful of phlegm on the turf, with a rolling heat wave in his sputum. He braved the scorching sun and ran slowly towards the backfield. Standing here in the sun, it is better to go back to your own half of the court and maybe steal the ball from the feet of the opposing player.

"Pong!" With a loud bang, the ball hit the crossbar of the Paris goal, and the ball flew off the crossbar. Paris goalkeeper Alexander-Arnold broke out in a cold sweat. Arnold got up from the turf and shouted at his defender: "Osaghan, don't let him burst in!" Look at him! ”

Osagon is a right-back and he's under a lot of pressure. Most of Monaco's attacks were launched from his side. Osagon turned his head in annoyance and shouted at his teammates in the front court: "Come back!" Come back! ”

Monaco had the upper hand and their momentum grew. Their attack intensified, with most of the Parisian players returning to their own half to participate in the defence. Arendt didn't come back and it was really cool there.

Monaco's No.9 striker Brott looked very excited, today is his 17th birthday, he wants to celebrate his birthday with a goal, the ball that hit the crossbar just now, it was he who broke through Osagon and shot. It was his second shot of the game.

In the twenty-third minute, Brott had his third shot on goal!

Monaco right midfielder Kutadell broke down the wing, raced down the flank and played the ball into the box from three metres from the baseline. The ball sped into the penalty area, and Sack stepped forward and scrambled to kick the ball out of the box with his left foot.

Brot, who was standing on the arc of the penalty area, raised his right foot and intercepted the football. Without waiting for the Paris back to come up to block, he shot angrily on the penalty area line!

"Smack!" With a crisp sound, the ball flew towards the goal like a white cannonball, clinging to the turf.

Arnold flew to the save, his outstretched arms pointing at the fast-flying football, his eyes instinctively closing slightly the moment the ball touched his fingers. The hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind.

There is no wind on the pitch, this is the wind brought by football!

The ball hasn't arrived, the wind has arrived!

The ball is like a cannonball, but you can think about how powerful the ball is!

Since it was a cannonball, it was full of force, and Arnold's fingers could not stop the pace of the football, which flew over the goal line and into the net!

The ball is in!

Monaco lead 1-0 at home. The Monaco bench was jubilant and Brott began to cheer, today is his birthday, what could be better than a goal?

Brott raced all the way to the bench, where the entire Monaco squad surrounded him and sang a birthday song. The singing was warm, and after the singing, the Monaco players' ambition to win was even stronger.

Be sure to win and give Brott a wonderful birthday present!

The flames of war are burning in their eyes, and the fighting spirit is raging!

There is fire in the eyes and war intent in the body!

The red jersey is a flame, more than two dozen flames are burning, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the heat emitted is higher than the sun's rays!

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Frustrated, Alexander-Arnold picked up the ball from the net and kicked it hard into the midfield. He yelled at his lower back. Sack was frustrated that if the ball had been kicked a little higher, Brott would not have been able to intercept it and there would have been no goal. There was chagrin in his eyes, and he looked up to the sky and yelled at the sun.

This yelling is not only to vent his frustration, but also to motivate himself and his teammates. He knew that his teammates were working hard, but the damn sun was too hot and drowsy. Judging by the pace of their teammates' running, they are not at their best.

Tang Jue was annoyed, halfway through the first half, he had not yet had a shot on goal. Tang Jue was annoyed, when Brott shot just now, he was seven meters behind Brot, and he couldn't stop Brot's shot at all.

Rakenbay could no longer sit still, and he went to the sidelines and shouted. It's damn weather, it's torture to play in this kind of weather. His players looked drowsy, and until the game, the opponent has been pressing the half-court attack. And their own team didn't even have a decent shot on goal. That's not the real strength of your own team.

Could it be that last year's score is going to be repeated, a score of four to one, that is a shame.

Could it be that there is something other than the weather?

Rakenbay thought of a possibility!

Damn, I must have gotten out last night! Damn, can't you just finish the game and fool around?

The opponent is like a rainbow, but his own team is ......

Rakenbay's face began to darken, he began to worry, he had a sense of foreboding that this match might be ......

Lakenbey's concern came in the 39th minute when Brott found an opportunity to score a brace in a scuffle in the box. Monaco leads 2-0!

At the end of the first half, Monaco, playing at home, led 2-0. Brott scored twice and gave himself the most beautiful birthday present!