Chapter 125 The Weight of a City

"The game has progressed to this moment, both Paris and Bayern are pouring everything!"

"There is no doubt that this game is very exciting. The tenacious Bayern Munich and the never-say-die Paris Saint-Germain, this game fully embodies the spirit of competition!"

"But that's the way the game is, it makes winners and losers, it's brutal!"

"On this day, between Paris and Bayern, there will be a team leaving the Champions League stage!"

"As French fans, we naturally don't want to see Paris eliminated, but all we can do is believe them!"

Miches felt that his voice was trembling, and the old Monet beside him was speechless. The old man was praying on the side, making the sign of the cross, and his forehead almost hit the table.

"Yi stood at the penalty spot!"

"This is a very stressful position! But he still chose to take this free kick, and he didn't make any shirk!"

"In eight months, this 22-year-old boy supported Paris' midfield, and at this critical moment, he stood up again and took responsibility on his shoulders!"

"This responsibility is heavy!"

"It is the obsession of Paris and even French fans for the Champions League. This is the expectation of the city of Paris!"

"And now, this big boy takes this responsibility on his shoulders and moves forward!"

"It's amazing that he can stand up. Regardless of whether he scores a goal or not, I beg everyone to give him applause."

 …

Accompanied by Miches' emotional words, the Paris fans at the scene slowly got up, and they were all praying.

Pairs of eyes stared at the big boy in Paris No. 21 jersey.

And this scene was spread all over the world through the camera.

In the UEFA Champions League live broadcast rooms in various countries, the commentators are stating the importance of this goal, and along with these statements, they also understand that Yi Le has such a heavy responsibility.

The close-up of the camera still shows that bright smiling face.

They don't see any tension or anxiety in it,

Some are just a kind of self-confidence.

The whole of Paris is quiet!

In the bar, the fans stared at the TV, not daring to breathe.

The bartender poured the wine, but his eyes were fixed on the TV, and he didn't even notice that the drink was overflowing.

The old fans were smoking cigarettes anxiously, frowning.

On the streets of Paris, some passing vehicles also stopped. They parked their cars aside and looked up at the back of Yi Le on the large LED screen hanging on the wall of the building.

The crowd gradually gathered, their movements were so unique, they stopped, opened the car door, stood by the road, and looked up at the big screen.

There is no noise in Paris at this moment...

Everyone is looking up at the figure in the No. 21 uniform.

 …

In the arena, Yi Le kept taking deep breaths. He couldn't think too much, and he couldn't even get nervous.

The only thing he can do is kick the ball in.

He never put himself in the role of leader or terminator, but sometimes many things are forced.

Just like he is standing here now, at this moment, no one can help him, the only thing he can rely on is himself.

The only thing he can rely on is the day and night training, the experience of the competitions and the belief that he does not want to lose.

He knew that now was an extremely important moment.

He wanted to get excited, but couldn't do it any more than he could tense up.

Maybe... this state is the best.

"Is it okay?"

The Italian referee Rossetti asked Yi Le, and he didn't mind giving Yi Le more preparation time.

Because he knew how much pressure Yi Le was under at this moment!

The 22-year-old youth in front of him shoulders the dream of a city!

And it all depends on this ball!

Yi Le's expression didn't change at all, and he nodded with a smile: "I'm ready, sir!"

Rossetti nodded, backed away slowly, and gave Yi Le the penalty area.

And as the referee retreated, the atmosphere on the scene changed drastically.

Some Paris fans couldn't help but close their eyes, they couldn't look directly at this free throw.

On the north stand, Bi Yalong also closed his eyes tightly, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and prayed.

Neuer stared at Yi Le, and he licked his dry lips.

Like Paris, he is not willing to fail.

Therefore, he will defend the ball.

Bayern's human wall has been set up, and the Paris players are standing on the penalty area line, ready to respond at any time.

Yi Le put his hand on his heart, feeling the heartbeat.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heartbeat is steady....

He backed away slowly.

He exhaled lightly.

Beep! ——

A sharp whistle sounded.

The moment of life and death comes.

Yi Le started it up suddenly, the boots picked up the grass clippings, and there was a muffled hum in the haze.

 …

On the north stand, Bi Yalong's body trembled, and his prayer became louder.

After an unknown amount of time, he could feel the deathly silence of the entire Parc des Princes.

Bi Yalong didn't dare to open his eyes, he pursed his lips tightly.

The companion on the side pushed himself gently.

Bi Yalong was taken aback, and he quickly shouted: "I know! I know! I won't blame Yi! Even if he didn't score, I wouldn't blame him! He has done a good job, we have another time, we will Can gain experience, we can do it again next year, we... we...."

There was no response from around, and Bi Yalong felt a little puzzled in his nervousness.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms grabbed his shoulders fiercely, and excited roars came from beside his ears.

"Open your eyes! Stupid! Open your eyes and look!! God!! God!! He's amazing!!!—"

Bi Yalong opened his eyes in astonishment, and what he saw was the jumping ball in the opposite goal at that moment.

He saw the faces of the ashen Bayern players.

A pair of eyes slowly widened and widened. He wiped his eyes hard in disbelief. After confirming that it was not a hallucination, he subconsciously said, "We...won?"

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ————

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The entire Parc des Princes is like boiling water.

After a brief silence, there were cheers of surprise, excitement, and excitement.

They looked at the scene in disbelief,

They beat Bayern Munich in the last minute of the game.

They reversed the game! !

All the Paris fans couldn't bear the excitement, they roared wildly and vented their emotions.

A child wearing a Paris uniform stared blankly at the field, and he said in a daze, "Father, I...we won, didn't we?"

The father kissed his son's tender cheeks, and said emotionally: "Yes! We won! We advanced to the semi-finals of the Champions League! It's amazing! They are amazing!! I'm so proud of them!!"

In the stands, men and women hugged each other and wept, that was a joyful smile.

They opened their arms wide, enjoying the moment of victory to their heart's content.

They shouted that name from the bottom of their hearts.

The name destined to be a hero!

easy! ! ! ! ! !

easy! ! ! ! ! !

easy! ! ! ! ! !

easy! ! ! ! ! !

The roar of 50,000 Parisian fans shook the sky.

Bathed in cheers, Yi Le raised his arms high, like a triumphant general.

Neymar sprinted almost 100 meters towards Yi Le. He threw Yi Le down, hugged Yi Le and shouted: "You can do it! You can do it! I knew it! God! We advanced to the semi-finals!" We reached the semi-finals of the Champions League! We beat Bayern Munich!!"

After Neymar, Mbappe, Cavani, Thiago Silva, Kanter, Rabiot, Marquinhos and others rushed over like crazy.

Even Buffon ran wildly from his own goal. The old Buffon was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

A comeback and a lore are the most exciting things, and when these two things happen at the same time, he feels that the heart that has been silent for many years is also beating violently.

Buffon secretly exclaimed: 'No mistake! My choice is not wrong! Yi can definitely help me realize my dream! '

The players stacked Arhats crazily.

At the coach's bench, Boas and others also rushed into the field.

They ran and shouted wantonly.

The entire Parc des Princes is full of passion.

This day is destined to be remembered by Parisian fans.

They call this day 'Crazy Paris Night! '

This night, a player named Yi Le scored a crucial goal for them at the Parc des Princes like a hero!