Chapter 147 First Crown!

The first half is over.

Paris Saint-Germain 2:0 Les Herbies.

During the intermission, Miches and Henry were also making suggestions for Les Herbier.

"I think for now, Les Herbiers can give up their plan to win. They need to score a goal and save some face." Miches said.

The gap in hard power is too obvious.

The miracle of Les Herbiers is certainly gratifying, but they have no capital to contend with when they face the tyrants of the Paris level.

"Yes, sometimes, they have to face reality." Henry also agreed: "Of course, they can also choose to leave some classic pictures, such as achieving someone!"

 …

The second half begins.

Paris Saint-Germain made some personnel adjustments.

Rabiot goes off and Verratti comes off the bench.

Yi Le's position retreated and Kanter played double midfielders.

Organize retreat and focus on defense.

Boas does not intend to give any chance, he wants to win this first championship steadily!

"Boas is really..."

Seeing this tactical change, Mitches couldn't help grinning wryly.

This guy is really inappropriate!

A proper slave!

Can't you leave a little suspense and make the game even more exciting?

Do you have to kill the game like this?

Now Paris is going to play defensive counterattack, what else can Les Herbier play? !

Even the Parisian fans in the stands noticed that this typical slave-sharing gesture is really a bit...

But for the first championship of the season, they don't mind.

Just win the game.

 …

Boas stood on the sidelines with an indifferent expression.

Les Herbier's coaching staff looked gloomy.

If it is said that there is still some hope for Paris to play against them, but after scoring two goals, Paris assumed a defensive counterattack posture.

They are completely hopeless!

Les Herbier's coach Marsala shook his head helplessly. He knew that the game had gone far.

The game restarted, Les Herbiers kicked off, and they put on an aggressive offensive posture as soon as they came up.

Roshto took the ball to the right, drew the defense in, and then played a long ball to find Van Gaallehen on the right wing.

At this time, there is only Yi Le in front of Van Gaallehen, a Parisian defensive force.

Roshto watched Van Gaallehen catch the ball and yelled: "Fuck him!!!"

Van Gaallehen looked at Yi Le in front of him, licked his lips, and rushed over quickly.

Yi Le was stunned by the posture the other party put on.

This is... heads-up?

If you change someone, you might ask for help, but who is Yi Le?

Tie Hanhan one!

Never timid!

Yi Le made a gesture.

Come, one-on-one!

Van Gaallehen's speed is very fast. After approaching Yi Le, he frequently changes directions. Yi Le also defends left and right, but he is not in a hurry to make a move.

Suddenly, Van Gaalleheng pressed his shoulders to the left, and Yi Le quickly took a step to the left.

Van Gaallehen saw that Yi Le had been fooled, so he pulled back to the center of gravity and overtook on the right.

"It's over!!!—"

Mitches shouted in surprise: "Van Gaallehen played tricks on Yi!"

The Les Herbiers fans at the scene also cheered loudly.

But he passed Yi Le, but Kanter also helped in defense.

Yi Le is not good at steals, so Kanter taught Van Gaallehen to be a man.

After shoveling the ball out of the sideline, Kanter patted his butt and stood up, walking towards Yi Le.

Kanter patted Yi Le's shoulder and comforted him, "Yi, and I...uh..."

Halfway through the speech, he saw Yi Le's face was tense, and his eyebrows were wrinkled together.

Kanter has been teammates with Yi Le for two years, and he is also very familiar with his stinky problems.

This guy... is on top!

 …

Lesserbier threw the ball out.

Van Gaallehen stopped the ball steadily, and Kanter was about to go up to fight, when a figure beside him rushed over.

After seeing the opponent clearly, Kanter grinned and went back to make up for it honestly.

Yi Le rushed towards Van Gaallehen and slammed into him.

Van Gaallehen let out a muffled grunt, staggered two steps, but quickly stabilized his figure.

At the same time, he tapped his heel lightly, and the ball slipped through Yi Le's crotch. Van Gaallehen turned around and got rid of it again.

"Breakthrough again?!"

Miches was surprised, and then he seemed to think of something, and said with a wry smile: "It's Yi's boss!"

This scene is not uncommon. Miches has seen it many times. Yi Le has always faced provocations head-on, and will not choose to compromise.

Even if you use your weak stealing ability to head-to-head.

Stealing has never been Yi Le's area of ​​expertise.

On the other hand, the Les Herbiers fans on the stand were excited.

Van Gaalleheng passed Yi Le twice in a row, which made them very happy.

Although the game was about to lose, they played Paris Saint-Germain's midfield core twice.

Of course, Van Gaallehen didn't go far, and Kante stole the ball again.

Kanter looked at Yi Le blushing like a monkey's butt, thought for a while, but didn't dare to go up to comfort him.

After all, it's really disgraceful to be teased twice by one's own fans.

 …

At the press table, there was a lot of laughter.

"Van Gaallehen is very good!"

"Hahaha, Yi has been tricked twice!"

"I remember Van Gaal is a fan of Yi, right?"

"Being passed by my own fans twice, Yi's mentality is going to collapse!"

"I feel like I've collapsed!"

"What will Yi do?"

In the arena, Yi Le blushed like a monkey's butt, and he touched his forehead

Labor and management want to hammer people!

Neymar didn't think it was a big deal. He ran to Yi Le, put up two fingers, and said with a smile: "It's the second time, being abused by my fans twice? How do you feel?"

Yi Le pursed his lips, glared, and said, "Do you still remember the bad boy Roy? He is also your fan!"

Neymar froze for a moment, blushed, and retorted: "He's not!!"

 …

Van Gaallehen's performance did not end, he passed Yi Le 4 times in this game.

If it weren't for Kanter's protection, it is estimated that Yi Le would have been smashed into a sieve.

In the 91st minute, Van Gaallehen passed Yi Le again and assisted Yellman to score a goal.

When the referee blows the whistle to end the game.

The final score was 2:1.

Paris Saint-Germain won their first title of the season.

They are French Cup champions!

The entire Stade de France boiled.

The fans in Paris shouted excitedly, and the atmosphere was like a festival.

"After 90 minutes of 'battle', the game was finally decided. Les Herbiers didn't manage to create the final miracle, but their performance deserves recognition. Let us congratulate Paris Saint-Germain, they won the first title of the season , and then there are leagues and the Champions League waiting for them!"

Yi Le celebrated with the team members depressed.

Although he won the championship, he was not very satisfied with his performance in this game, even badly, he was passed five times, what a shame.

When Yi Le was depressed, a timid voice came.

"Well... can I exchange jerseys with you?"

Yi Le looked up and saw Van Gaallehen standing next to Yi Le with some anxiety.

Yi Le got up, glanced up and down, took off his jersey and handed it over, saying: "I remember you! Van Gaallehen!"

Van Gaallehen was stunned for a while, he didn't know what Yi Le meant.

I saw Yi Le put the opponent's jersey on his shoulders, turned around and waved: "Next time I won't let you pass me, I hope you can appear on a higher stage at that time."

Hearing this, Van Gaallehen's eyes lit up, and he turned towards Yi Le's back and shouted, "I'll get past you next time too."

Yi Le chuckled, turned his head and shrugged, "You have to win the game."

Yi Le pointed to the trophy and laughed loudly; "Look, it belongs to me!"

Van Gaallehen is not well.