The referee led the players into the pitch, and the Parc des Princes stadium let out its first cheer of the night, and the cheers were deafening. There's a blue Saint-Germain flag flying, that's the battle flag!

"Saint-Germain! Saint-Germain! ”

Fans are chanting their faith!

In the center of the pitch, the UEFA flag was unfurled, and four teenagers held the four corners of the flag. The Champions League is an annual football event in today's football world.

Tang Jue was holding a six-year-old caddy, a cute girl. Tang Jue took her hand and walked behind the team. In front of him was Sack, with Deu playing in the back and Sak being able to start. This is an affirmation of his excellent performance at the Abbey Deschamps Stadium three days ago.

Tang Jue took a deep breath, he didn't know how many bets Arendt had received. Tonight, his mission, in addition to helping the team win, has to score goals.

The deafening cheers reached Tang Jue's ears, and it was the sound of war drums, urging people to work hard. Tang Jue looked at the excited and cheering fans in the stands and knew the desire in their hearts.

When the team was in a slump, they didn't give up and came to the scene to cheer on the players. It's a crucial game in the Champions League group stage, and if Saint-Germain can get a win tonight, they will still have hope of progressing from the group.

The relationship between the fans and the team is the relationship between the water and the fish, and the team cannot survive without the fans. Without the team, the fans have no point of existence.

At this moment, Tang Jue suddenly discovered that he and the hearts of the fans were connected through some special channel.

Fight for them! It's also about gambling and fighting!

Tang Jue followed the large group to stand in the center of the court, and the camera began to sweep over their faces.

Tang Jue stood in the middle of the court, looking for the dark brown hair, the beautiful face. As if the two had a heart-to-heart connection, Tang Jue found Alice at the first time, and Alice was looking at him.

Waving her hand, Alice greeted Tang Jue enthusiastically. Tang Jue smiled in return.

In this game, Saint-Germain wore the home shirt, blue top, white shorts, and blue socks. In the midteens of temperatures, the jersey was changed to long sleeves.

Defending Champions League champions Porto wore a white shirt, black shorts and white socks. They're bound to win it tonight! A win over Saint-Germain kept the spark alive. The defending champions were pushed to this point, and it had a lot to do with their big sale. Many of the main players have left, and the players they have added are far less powerful than those sold.

To the west of the Parc des Princes stadium are 2,000 Porto fans, some by plane or by train, who have come here to cheer on their soldiers. Outnumbered, they gathered energy and undermined their opponent's confidence with loud cheers at critical moments.

They are looking forward to tonight's game. Because they are the defending champions.

Glare asked in Cantona's ear: "If Don is doing well in this game, do you think we should consider changing his contract?" ”

In Glelle's mind, Cantona always works wonders. signed Tang Jue with a weekly salary of 160,000 yuan, and after two games, Tang Jue handed over an amazing answer. After the surprise, Glaree was thinking about the issue of the contract.

To keep good players, money is very important, which is a reflection of the value of the players.

Cantona asked, "How much can you add to him?" ”

Glerais said a number directly, and Cantona didn't show anything on his face. It is not clear whether it is agreed or disagreed. Cantona said lightly: "It's good that you have this idea, the amount of money depends on his value." ”

Glerais looked at Cantona, and he knew what Cantona meant, that he had added too little money. The upcoming game allowed Glère to turn his attention to the pitch.

In the Sichuan Hotel next to Lyon II, Tang Yuan Tianzheng's kitchen fried the last dish, and Chen Xiu'e helped next to him. The pot emitted "Woo! Phew! The range hood is desperately smoking the fumes coming out of the oil pot.

Cuihua cleaned up the scraps on the table in the dining room.

Five tables in the dining room, three of which are occupied by people. They are Chinese students from the University of Lyon II and communicate in Chinese from time to time. On the south wall of the dining room is a 25-inch television showing one of the most popular French talk shows.

At the dining table closest to the TV, there were five boys. A male international student with eyes pushed his glasses with his left hand, looked at the TV and said, "There is a Champions League match tonight." He looked at the watch on his left wrist again and said, "The game is about to start, where is the remote control board?" ”

Cuihua put down the rag in her hand, found the remote control board on the wine cabinet under the TV, and handed it to the man with glasses. Cuihua asked, "Who is playing against whom?" The man with glasses quickly changed the channel while holding the remote control board, and said: "Saint-Germain and Porto." He turned his head and looked at Cuihua strangely, thinking to himself, do you also like football?

Cuihua's eyes were much brighter, and she should have continued to clean up the table, but her feet were like nails, nailed to the ground, and she turned her head to look at the TV.

Next to the glasses man was a tall boy who often came to eat at the Sichuan restaurant, and he had heard from the proprietress that her son played football at Saint-Germain. He, like the other three people at the table, was not a fan, so he didn't pay attention to Tang Jue's news in the media.

And the man with glasses next to him is just a pseudo-fan. I only watch TV every time I play a big game, and I don't usually pay much attention to the news in football.

The tall boy looked at Cuihua and said with a smile: "Don't call the boss lady to watch TV, her son's team is going to play." ”

Cuihua didn't move, her eyes fixed on the TV. It was as if she hadn't heard him at all.

The man with glasses looked strangely at his companion beside him, his eyes full of questions. The tall boy said to him: "I heard the proprietress say that her son plays football at Saint-Germain. ”

The man in glasses shook his head and didn't say anything, just a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Although he is a pseudo-fan, he knows the level of Chinese football. He also knows a little about overseas players, Sun Jihai is at Manchester City, and Dong Fangzhuo moved to Manchester United for £350 in January this year.

He didn't hear of any Chinese players playing overseas.

The proprietress said such a thing, is it to solicit business? He sneered a few times in his heart.

Soon the TV channel switched to Lyon Sport. The camera on TV was on Shack, who was slightly nervous in front of the camera, making his first start in the first team. Crucially, the starting XI is a Champions League game.

The camera turned to Tang Jue, and Tang Jue looked at the camera with a smile!

The voice of the commentator of Lyon's sports station was heard on TV: "No. 29, Don, 17 years old. He is 1.75 meters tall and weighs 70 kilograms. The striker, from China, scored twice against AJ Ousterre three days ago......"

The man with glasses pointed at the TV with his left index finger, and the ridicule at the corner of his mouth was replaced by shock. He turned up the sound of the TV. The voice of the Lyon Stadium commentator echoed in the dining room: "Don has been amazing in his first two games for Saint-Germain, and he is the key to Saint-Germain's two consecutive victories in three days. We're looking forward to his game tonight......