Chapter 122 The Bad News

On the French commentary stage, Miches and old Monet were very pleasantly surprised.

Mitches growled excitedly at Mike:

"Mbappe's goal, now the two teams are tied, and the suspense of the game is still there."

"For Paris, if they score a goal without conceding a goal, they will be able to advance to the semi-finals!"

In Michez's excited shouts, the Paris fans at the scene cheered wildly again.

This goal made the Paris fans regain their confidence. They are no longer soft-footed shrimp who can't fight.

They are shaking the giants from Germany head-on!

They need to win the game and advance to the semi-finals of the Champions League!

At this moment, Paris is united as one.

The cheers didn't last long, and the game resumed.

Paris needs to score, but it must not concede.

If Bayern were to score a goal, it would be bad news for Paris.

Of course, Paris did not feel intimidated by this, they still played very unrestrainedly.

The offense is only sharp.

Yi Le once again changed direction to break through Martinez, which made the latter a little annoyed, and tripped Yi Le with his feet to force Paris' attack to stop.

Martinez also received a yellow card for this.

He got up depressed, and cursed: "This Chinese, hell!"

J Luo and others also nodded empathetically.

No one knew what kind of pressure they were under because of Yi Le.

This guy's performance in the midfield is too strong. He can lead, pass, attack, organize, and intercept. He is simply a universal midfielder.

And Yi Le also has the ability to shoot from a long distance, threatening Bayern's goal at any time, no wonder Martinez is depressed.

Time passed slowly, and in 68 minutes, Yi Le organized another attack.

But this time, he did not dribble himself, but directly distributed the ball to Mbappe on the right wing.

Mbappe is at full speed, rushing down the sidewalk to the baseline.

Cavani and Neymar also went directly into the penalty area.

Mbappe made moves, feinted on the ball, trying to break through Rafinha's defense.

But Rafinha was very steady, and he didn't rush to get out, but stuck firmly in the position.

The two stalemate for a while, and Mbappe had no choice but to bite the bullet and make a cross. The ball hit Rafinha's feet and rolled out of the baseline.

Paris Saint-Germain wins a corner.

Yi Le came to the corner kick area, and he did not place his hopes on the corner kick. In fact, Paris Saint-Germain is not a team that is good at fighting in the air.

But at this time, Yi Le had no other better way, and could only try to give it to Cavani, who was at the highest altitude.

Cavani stood up to fight for the top, but he failed to touch the ball. Because the pass was very close to the goal, the ball was confiscated by Neuer.

After Neuer got the ball, without any hesitation, he threw the ball out of his arms and launched a counterattack directly.

The ball flew far, and Ribery caught it near the center circle, turned and sprinted.

A 3V4 situation is formed in an instant.

Bayern's counterattack was very fast, and Ronaldo spared no effort to sprint to support.

Although Yi Le and Neymar also returned to support with all their strength.

But because the distance is too far, some can't keep up.

Ribery dribbled the ball into the penalty area, and Lewandowski and Robben were ready to pull the sidelines, attracting a certain amount of defensive power.

Ribery glanced at Buffon, and he kicked the goal directly.

But he aimed not at the goal but at Marchisinho's arm.

boom! !

The ball hit Marchisinho's arm hard.

This made the latter stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically.

At this time, Ribery has raised his arms excitedly.

"Handball!!!!!!——"

The Bayern players ran to the referee one after another, but the Paris players did not retreat at all, and they motivated their excuses.

Players from both sides are appealing around the referee.

But the referee pushed back the crowd and ran slowly towards the Paris goal.

Under everyone's gaze, he pointed to the penalty spot and blew the mask.

"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The bad news is coming!

This penalty kick stunned the Paris players and fans like a bolt from the blue.

"This is really unfortunate news." Miches said with a face of pain: "The only thing we can do is to take this penalty and miss it!"

For Paris, this penalty is a nightmare.

If Bayern scored a penalty, they would be one goal ahead, and it would be an away goal.

This means that Paris needs to score two goals in a row to ensure advancement.

But in this situation where the physical fitness of both players is gradually exhausted, this is no less than a death sentence for Paris Saint-Germain.

Marquinhos knelt in the penalty area, holding his head in his hands, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

Handball here will make him a sinner in Paris!

Everything is moving towards a good defensive line, but because of him, the efforts made by Paris will fall short.

Buffon stepped forward and patted Marquinhos on the shoulder to comfort him.

Then he came to the goal, Buffon's expression was a bit bitter, and now the only thing he can do is to save a penalty and give Paris a chance to survive.

Lewandowski stood at the penalty spot with his head down, and Buffon couldn't judge any effective information from the opponent's expression.

The entire Parc des Princes was silent, and the Paris fans were praying with their eyes closed.

At this time, the referee blew his whistle.

Lewandowski ran up and slammed the ball hard, and the ball rolled to the bottom left corner.

Buffon's movement is very quick, but the fatal thing is ... his judgment has appeared.

"GoooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaL!!"

"Lewandowski scored a wonderful goal, which means that Bayern will advance to the semi-finals of the Champions League! Hahahahaha.. the game is over!!"

A small number of Bayern fans cheered loudly, while the Paris fans were eerily quiet, closing their eyes in pain.

Another top eight!

It's that damned top eight curse again!

It's all over together!

The same is true for the Paris players on the field.

Their expressions were in a trance.

Neymar was panting on his knees, his eyes full of frustration.

Mbappe raised his head, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

Thiago Silva poked his waist and shook his head.

Marquinhos knelt on the ground, hiding his face in shame.

Buffon sat weakly in the goal, staring blankly at the ball in front of the net.

An atmosphere of extreme sadness permeated the entire Parc des Princes.

"This goal hit them hard. They have worked very hard, but..." Miches' voice was a little choked, and this goal made him feel a dull pain in his heart.

They will be eliminated again.

Moreover, it is the quarterfinals again!

"us........"

Suddenly, a figure on the screen ran wildly from the midfield.

Black hair fluttering in the air, he plunged directly into the goal, picked up the football and ran back.

Buffon looked at his back in astonishment.

The big number 21 is so dazzling.

Yi Le ran to the middle circle, pressed the ball on the kick-off point, and then turned back and ran towards Marquinhos.

"stand up!!"

Yi Le roared at Marchinhos.

Marquinhos lowered his head and said in frustration, "Yi, it's over!"

Yi Le didn't care, pulled Marquinhos up arbitrarily, and roared: "If you don't get up again, I will beat you!"

Marquinhos looked up in astonishment, and he saw Yi Le's red eyes, which were wide open, and he stared at himself, as if he really wanted to beat him up if he didn't get up again.

Marquinhos got up. He wasn't afraid of Yi Le, but... this feeling was amazing.

Yi Le patted the opponent's shoulder and said, "There are still twenty minutes! We will win!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and roared: "What are you doing? The game is not over yet!!"

The Paris players looked at Yi Le's roar.

It was the first time they saw Yi Le so angry.

Yi Le walked towards Neymar, squinted his eyes, and said, "You want to give up?"

"I..." Neymar opened his mouth, wanting to say, 'This is an unnecessary struggle', but he found himself unable to speak when the words came to his mouth.

"No!"

Neymar said succinctly.

"Very good, there are still 20 minutes, I will pass the ball to you, no matter what method is used! Go for me! Can you do it!"

"Yes... Yes! But how do you pass it to me?" Neymar asked in confusion.

Yi Le pursed his lips and said, "You don't have to worry about it, it will definitely be passed to you anyway, your task is only to score goals!"