The Parc des Princes Stadium was filled with ecstasy, with Tang scoring the second goal in the 38th minute of the second half. Help Saint-Germain take the lead again.

The Saint-Germain second team players did not come to the stadium to watch the game, opting to watch it live on TV at home. Arendt's house had seven or eight second-team players, and the living room was full of beer cans on the table and empty cans underneath the table.

Just as Tang Jue scored the goal that overtook the score, a burst of cheers erupted in the living room. After the cheers, there was pain in the eyes of the crowd.

Looking at Arendt with murderous eyes, Arendt looked at everyone suspiciously with slightly drunk eyes. Arendt shook his head to clear himself, and after a moment, he understood why.

Arendt said, "Don't look at me with that look. The game was set up by that guy. Besides, I didn't force you to bet. ”

Arendt chose himself cleanly, and the second team players scratched their heads in pain. Whatever the outcome of the game, they lost. That nasty guy made a one-to-two bet, and it was a very tempting gamble. In the first Champions League game, they wanted to score two goals, and before the game, they thought it was a fantasy.

On the day of Tang's trial at Saint-Germain, Arendt had to compete with Tang Jue by 30 meters. Tang Jue opened a gamble, and in the last game he defeated Arendt, winning 160,000 from them.

Tang Jue opened the gambling game again this afternoon, they thought of the high odds of one to two, and thought that this was Tang Jue's first Champions League, so they placed a heavy bet.

However, a miracle happened, and Tang Jue completed the bet when there were only eight or nine minutes left in the game. He scored twice in his third straight game.

Haddad shook his head and said, "Forget it, this is a gift for him." He did wonders and saved the team through his own personal efforts when the team was so passive. ”

Having said that, he was still heartbroken, and he made a bet of 100,000 francs, and his weekly salary was only 40,000 francs. More than half a month's salary is gone.

Arendt shook his head and said, "No way, who knew that guy was so strong." Really scored two goals in the first Champions League game. Forget it, we'll resign ourselves to our fate. The best way to do this is not to fall for this guy in the future, and not to participate in his gambling again.

As if in him, no miracle counts as a miracle. What others can't do, he can easily do. ”

……

A minute later, the game resumed, with the tactical thinking of Wajd Aliloczyk, who told his team-mates to keep the ball in front of the penalty area, and the midfielders should keep the ball as much as they could and run out of time.

Where will Porto easily throw in the towel, time is their worst enemy. They forcibly hid the shadow of defeat in their hearts, and the fierce fighting spirit returned to their eyes.

The fierce attack unfolded, and the Porto fans shouted the loudest voices at this moment.

"Porto! Porto! ”

They will beat the drums of war, encourage their soldiers, and let them fight for hope.

Louder voices were overwhelming, and how could Saint-Germain fans allow the drums of war to be beaten at the Parc des Princes stadium. They were imposing, and even some heart-rending shouts:

"Saint-Germain! Saint-Germain! ”

The battle has entered the final stage, and the victory in hand cannot be taken away by others. The players on the field, Saint-Germain, pulled the last trace of strength out of the cracks in the bones, and they responded with composure. Except for Deu, everyone else is very silent, like a silent reef by the sea, which is enduring strong winds and waves!

A big wave rushed in, and the reef did not have the slightest fear, and they silently erected a strong backbone. The waves hit the reef and the water scattered. The next moment, the water fell out, and the reef was still standing firmly.

Porto super winger Maniche broke through to the outside of the Saint-Germain box again. Maniche kicked the inside of his left foot into the side of the football, and the football flew into the Saint-Germain penalty area with a strong side spin!

Sack rose from the turf, his left shoulder pressed tightly against Fabiano. As the soccer ball flew in front of their foreheads, their heads headed towards the soccer ball at the same time!

"Smack!"

"Bang!"

There are two sounds in front and back. Sack's forehead is pressed against the football, and Fabiano's forehead is on the side of Sack's head.

A sharp pain made Sark's eyes pop up with Venus, and he landed on the turf and shook twice, holding his head in pain, refusing to fall on the turf.

"Tick!" The referee blew the whistle and signalled for a foul on Fabiano. Seeing that Sack was not in pain and was delaying the game, Fabiano gave him a thumbs up.

In the 42nd minute, Quaresma shot angrily from outside the penalty area, and Sack stuck out his head when he couldn't block the ball with his feet!

"Pong!" With a loud bang, Sack collapsed on the turf, and he entered the dark realm. His mind was in chaos. Since it was a furious shot, the football was a cannonball, and under the attack of the cannonball, Sack fainted!

Football reflects the bottom line. The fans in the stands looked at Zac who fell on the turf with heartache. They could feel Zac's pain. They had tears of emotion slipping down, they weren't familiar with Sack before. It was Sack's debut at the Parc des Princes Stadium.

In this moment, they remember the young player.

I don't know how long it was, maybe a second, maybe a minute, and Zac didn't know what to do. Sack's eyes opened, and the light of his world appeared, and he saw eager faces. He shook his head, got up from the turf, and staggered two steps. Deu stopped talking, he wished that Sack would lie on the turf a little longer, if for a few more seconds.

The Parc des Princes stadium once again burst into thunderous applause, even with the Porto fans applauding. If Saint-Germain win the game at the last time, they will admit it!

The fourth official held up a sign on the sidelines indicating four minutes of stoppage time.

The game restarted when Letici punched the ball out of the box and defused Porto's corner.

As time went on, the Porto players developed an impatient mentality. The scythe of death had been placed on their throats, and they felt death.

Tang Jue received a pass from Boskovic and firmly controlled the football at his feet with his back. Porto defender Kostiga tried several times to snatch the football from Tang Jue's feet, but to no avail.

It's not that Don doesn't want to turn around and face Porto's goal, but he remembers Deu coming on the pitch and whispering in his ear that he should control the ball and keep the football firmly at his feet.

Pepe quickly ran from behind them, and he was about to snatch the ball from the side.

"Pepe is up! Pass! Xiao Feifei's voice sounded in Tang Jue's mind.

Don leaned on Kostiga with difficulty and passed the football to Boskovic at the moment when Pepe stretched out his foot to grab the ball. Pepe looked at the black hair in front of him in annoyance. His hopes were disappointed again, did he have eyes in the back of his head?

It was this black hair that kicked the football into their door in the first half, in an insulting way. It was this black haired hair who, after scoring a goal, actually used an even more insulting way to hold the football from their half, escape from the encirclement of Porto, and run to the fans to lift the football.

Pepe's heart was filled with humiliation.

Pepe hated the black hair.

Pepe struggled before Tang Jue scored the second goal, and he was able to put Tang Jue to the ground at that time. For the next Champions League game, he pinned his hopes on Baia.

Baia couldn't stop Don's goal. The moment the ball flew over the goal line, his heart was full of regret. He thought he should have committed a foul at the time. A penalty is not the same as a goal. If Baia can save the penalty, even if they have one less man, they could have overtaken the score with their momentum at the time.

It was this black hair that dashed his hopes, a red light flashed in his eyes, and Pepe decided to return the humiliation to Tang Jue. So he forced the humiliation to his right foot and kicked Tang Jue's right leg fiercely!

"Smack!" Pepe, who was annoyed and angry, kicked Tang Jue's right leg fiercely. At the moment when Tang Jue fell to the ground, he felt the humiliation in his heart dissipate, and his heart felt relieved, as if he was relieved.

"Ahh Tang Jue let out a miserable scream and fell onto the turf!

Coo Adrianse, standing in the command area, clutched his head in pain. He knew that the result of the game had been clear, and Pepe's foul must have been a red card. One goal behind, one less player to fight, and there is not much time left.

He said Pepe's reason for doing so. If it hadn't been for his suppression at halftime, his players would have beaten Don long ago.

Boskovic's eyes flashed with a sharp flash, and the moment the referee's whistle blew, he dropped the football and sped forward. The rest of the Saint-Germain players were furious and raced towards the centre of the incident.

"You want to die?" Boskovic gave Pepe a vicious push. Porto's players quickly ran towards the centre of the incident. Conflict inevitably happened.

Tang Jue, who was lying on the turf, did not annoy him with the sharp pain in his legs, and he had a faint joy in his heart. Pepe's foul must have been a red card, so the victory would have belonged to Saint-Germain. He even wants more Porto players to have a black foot on him in front of the referee.

The clash took two minutes. The referee showed Pepe a red card.

As Pepe walked off the pitch, the Parisian fans booed loudly. Losing and losing, they think Pepe doesn't have a bit of grace.

Pepe's fate is like the last straw that crushes the camel's body. The defending champions lost the confidence to find the back of the net and when the referee blew the final whistle, the Saint-Germain bench ran to the pitch howling.

In such a difficult situation, they were able to beat the defending champions. Leaving hope for the Champions League group stage for Saint-Germain, Saint-Germain's substitutes have plenty of reason to be excited.

As soon as the referee's whistle fell, Sark fell headlong on the turf, followed by Deu, Pisaut and Boskovic...... Poured on the turf one by one. The Parisian fans had slightly sour noses, and they knew why the players had fallen on the turf. They are so tired that they need a break in desperate need. Playing three games in seven days, every game is desperate!

When you're tired, use the turf as a bed!