Metz's bench was as silent as night, with the score leading twice and being equalised twice. They experienced the tenacity in the splendor of Paris.

There was no frustration on Ribery's face and he played very well in this game, with a goal and an assist. Especially in the midst of the huge boos from the opposing fans, he also completed an assist.

In his mind, he thought he had become stronger than before. Even if the two sides end in a draw, back at home, they have a big chance of winning. Nothing to be frustrated.

Metz's head coach, Kellett, has thick eyebrows. The goal was impeccable, and his defenders made no mistakes. Where did this Asian kid come from?

……

Surrounded by his teammates, Tang Jue returned to his own half. Boskovic was a head taller than Tang Jue, who tilted his head and said in his ear: "We still have a chance, straight stop!" ”

Boskovic's eyes flashed with a look, and he turned his head to look at Tang Jue, looking at the two long eyebrows that were slightly upturned at the tips of his eyebrows. His eyes became resolute, and then he nodded at Tang Jue.

Boskovich yelled by throwing his head up. The roar is the horn of the attack, and the Parisian players on the field know the meaning of the roar. The fighting spirit in their eyes is like fire!

The game restarted, and the Parisians did not regain half time to hold on to the hard-won draw, and they began to block in midfield, and the players in midfield, like a pack of hungry wolves, frantically pounced on the Metz half.

Gorgeous at this moment, turn wild!

The fans on the sidelines were moved in their hearts, and they knew what their soldiers were going to do. Then their tired bodies got up again, and hoarse voices shouted again. These shouts are the drums of war!

The drums of war are beating again, and the warriors are desperately charging!

Under the fierce pressure of Paris, Metz did not panic, and they were battle-hardened. Metz began to pour the ball quickly, passing it to his receiving teammate without waiting for the Parisian player to get close.

With less than two minutes left, Paris wants to do a miracle!

This heroic thought burned in the hearts of the Parisian players, stimulating the last trace of energy in their bodies. They forget everything, they only have football in their eyes, they want to snatch it down and send it into the opponent's goal.

This thought also burned in the hearts of the Parisian fans, who let out an earth-shattering roar! A powerful momentum composed of nearly 40,000 people fell overwhelmingly on the Metz half and on the Metz players.

A person's strong momentum can be dissolved by Mace, and a team's strong momentum can be resisted by Mace. Under the strong momentum of nearly 40,000 people, there is finally a flaw in the feet of the Metz players!

Parisian left-back Tisieira, quick on his feet, snatched the ball at the feet of the Metz player!

The counter-offensive began, the football passed quickly, and the most fell at the feet of Boskovicbi, who was the brain of the Paris attack.

With the inside of his right foot, he dodged the opponent's pressing and moved elegantly. With his left foot forward, like a commander on the battlefield, Boskovic advanced faster than in the Metz half!

"Stop him! Stop him! ”

Metz hurriedly dispatched troops to besiege Boskovicbi, and they knew how to restrain Boskovicbi, and then broke up the attack in Paris.

Boskovic's eyebrows shimmer brightly in the light. Facing the opponent's midfield, he sank his right shoulder and dribbled to the right side. Another Metz player lunged at him!

"Smack!" With a crisp sound, Boskovic made a direct pass!

Black hair fluttering again!

Tang Jue stepped on the grass and rode the wind!

The outside of his right foot is on the football, and the football is like a sharp blade, tearing through the defense of Metz!

The two red figures suddenly seemed to be close in the middle, and they were about to close the door!

The ball is over, but it can't be!

A wind rolls up, and there is lightning in the wind!

This lightning bolt passed through the crack in the door just as it was about to close!

Unstoppable, Tang Jue appeared in the Metz penalty area!

The real danger is there, the fans of Metz, shrouded in a dark curtain of despair!

The perfect opportunity arises, and the fans of Paris have a wave of ecstasy in their hearts!

The left-back at Metz had a flash of sharpness in his eyes as he closed the door with his team-mates and failed to shut Tang Jue out. His heart was shocked, when did France emerge again with a very fast pace.

After the shock, his footsteps did not stop for a moment, and he had already made a decision in his heart!

His center of gravity suddenly sank, and his right leg glided quickly against the turf!

"Smack!" His right foot shoveled Tang Jue's supporting foot!

Tang Jue didn't have eyes in the back of his head, and he couldn't ride the wind.

"Ahh Tang Jue let out a miserable scream, and his whole body fell backwards!

"Tick!" The whistle is short and sharp!

The referee's finger is pointed at the penalty spot!

The fans of Paris were blindfolded in agony, as if they were shoveling a foot in their feet!

They wanted to break that foot with their foot, and this foot prevented the ecstasy that rose in their hearts from gushing out. They have a lot of stuff in their hearts.

"Red card! Red! "They want to vent their grievances.

The referee pulled that red card from behind his butt and stood in front of the Metz left-back and held it high!

The Metz left-back didn't argue with the referee, got up from the turf, patted the grass clippings on his butt and walked off the pitch. Before leaving, he glanced at his captain.

Wimbe understood what he meant, and exchanged a red card and a penalty for a chance to live. It's up to him now, and if he can keep the penalty, his foul will be worth a fortune.

Boskovicbi hurriedly ran to Tang Jue and asked anxiously. He couldn't stop thinking in his heart: God forbid, don't go wrong. We can't afford to hurt anymore!

A heart-piercing pain emanated from his ankle, and Tang Jue asked anxiously in his heart, "Is the situation serious?"

Xiao Feifei said: "No problem, you have been modified by genetic medicine, and this kind of force cannot cause you harm." ”

Tang Jue breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. His worries were relieved, and he began to relax. The pain that pierced his heart was still tormenting him, and beads of sweat the size of beans were pouring out of his forehead.

Tang Jue grinned at Boskovicbi and said, "There is no big problem. ”

……

Dewu stood behind the penalty spot, and the photojournalists were highly focused, trying to catch the best shots.

The fans of Metz are tormented in pain.

Fans in Paris are eagerly awaiting. The flower of hope on their brow is budding!

The entire Parc des Princes stadium fell silent!

It was the penalty that decided the outcome of the game, and the atmosphere began to be tense!

"Tick!" The referee blows the whistle!

Deu took a deep breath and slowly ran towards the football, his eyes glued to the ball as he quietly stopped at the penalty spot. His eyes showed no flaws.

"Smack!" With a crisp comeback, football flew to the goal with the hope of nearly 40,000 Parisian fans and the hope of the entire Paris Saint-Germain team!

When the crisp sounded, Captain Metz Wimbe flew out!

In the hands of photojournalists, countless flashes flickered.

The ball flies to the right side of the goal, and the direction of the Wimbe pounce is the left side of the goal!

The ball is in!

The score became three to two, with Paris taking the lead.

Metz fans closed their eyes and fell into the abyss of pain!

When the ball flew over the goal line, the entire Parc des Princes stadium was in the midst of the biggest. Some fans began to run wildly in the stands. Only in this way can the ecstasy in their hearts be vented!

The flower of hope on their brow began to bloom!

More fans wept with joy as they called out the hero's name in a hoarse voice:

Deu!

Deu!

Under these heart-rending voices, they are even more determined that without them coming to the scene to shout and cheer, the soldiers of the team will not be able to get out of the trough. They are even more determined that this miracle has their credit.

Paris Saint-Germain won, they won!

Paris Saint-Germain did a miracle when they scored two goals in the last three minutes of the game to put the lead on the scoreline!

In the remaining dozens of seconds, they sang and danced, venting their excitement and ecstasy to their heart's content!

"Tick! Backbite! Tick ......" two short and one long whistles announce the end of the game!

The players on the bench in Paris, unable to suppress the ecstasy in their hearts, rushed into the turquoise turf, and they embraced each other passionately. Some of the players had tears on their cheeks and babbling something in their mouths. No one could hear what they were saying.

The biggest hero of the game, Tang Jue and Boskovic embraced passionately. Boskovich's eyes returned to calm, and he said in Tang Jue's ear: "Don, you are doing a good job!" ”

His tone was firm.

Greel and Cantona embraced, and Greel whispered in Cantona's ear: "Monsieur Cantona, you have done a good job! ”

Wayd Alilozik shook hands with Kelet, who whispered in Wayd Alilozik's ear: "Congratulations, you have done a good job. ”

Ribery greeted him, shook hands with Boskovich, and said: "See you at the San Symme-Furion Stadium!" ”

The corners of Boskovic's mouth curled slightly, and he said: "See you St. Sim Furian!" ”

Ribery's tone was not good, Tang Jue raised his eyebrows, and said: "No matter how good an actor is, after all, he is just acting, not real." We don't act, we just kill the acting people who act. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was anger in Ribery's eyes, and Boskovic stepped forward and blocked Tang Jue.