Chapter 145 World's Top!

May 3rd, Stade de France.

This stadium of 80,000 people in the eastern suburbs of Paris is surrounded by many fans.

The French Cup itself does not have much attention, but under the hype of Paris Saint-Germain and the miracle of Les Herbiers, the attention has skyrocketed.

The stands of 80,000 people were full.

In the sky, there are aerial cameras passing by from time to time, overlooking and shooting.

The game will be broadcast live across Europe.

Looking around the entire Stade de France, there are densely packed fans of Paris.

This is their first championship in a single season, and Paris fans are full of enthusiasm for it.

If they win this game, they will make a good start for the subsequent champions, the league champions...even the Champions League champions!

Thinking of these things, Paris fans feel extremely excited.

In the stands of 80,000 people, there are almost 70,000 Parisian fans, and only 10,000 Les Herbiers fans.

Among them, local fans only accounted for a few thousand, and the rest were neutral fans who put on Les Herbier's uniforms with the idea of ​​causing trouble.

Before the game started, the heat on the scene was already extremely hot.

The Paris fans sang loudly, waiting for the players to enter the field.

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Led by the live DJ, the fans cheered like thunder.

In the dressing room, van Gaallehen felt the ground tremble, his soul trembled, and his feet were weak...

Others are not much better.

Head coach Marsala patted the tactical board and said, "Okay, guys, it's time for us to go out and warm up."

Everyone stood up one by one, and when they walked out of the dressing room, they all subconsciously glanced at each other.

At this time, the players in Paris have not yet appeared.

And when Van Gaallehen came out, there were people in Paris.

Yi Le and Neymar came into view first, and the two came out chatting casually, their faces were flat, and there was no sign of anxiety.

The 400,000,000 dual-core first appeared, which directly put huge pressure on Les Herbiers.

Van Gaallehen stared at Yi Le.

This is the strongest midfielder in Europe at this stage. It is no exaggeration to say that Yi Le is now on the pinnacle of European midfielders. Everyone else is challenging rock climbers, including Van Gaallehen.

They have to climb high enough to challenge.

Van Gaallehen never imagined that one day he would face the pinnacle of the European middle class.

Yi Le also felt that someone was staring at him. He raised his head and looked at the opposite side, and the two looked at each other.

Yi Le smiled and nodded.

Van Gaallehen seemed at a loss, and didn't know where to put his hands. When he figured out what to do, Yi Le had already walked away.

During the warm-up, Van Gaallehen kept aiming at Yi Le.

Tens of thousands of Paris fans called out a person's name.

This treatment is so cool!

Van Gaallehen couldn't help but licked his tongue, he was yearning for it.

The warm-up is over, and the two sides return to the locker room.

At 5:00 p.m., stand in line in the player channel and enter the stadium.

After taking photos, shaking hands, and guessing sides, they scattered and ran to their respective halfs, waiting for the start of the game.

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Both starting lineups.

Les Herbies:

Goalkeeper: Pisau.

Defenders: Mali, Fofana, Deker, Pajelli.

Midfielders: Frochon, Eckmeyer, Bongongui, Van Gaallehen, Roshto.

Forward: Yellman.

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Paris Saint-Germain:

Goalkeeper: Buffon.

Defenders: Alves, Thiago Silva, Marquinhos, Kurzawa.

Midfielders: Rabiot, Yi Le, Kanter, Mbappe, Neymar.

Forward: Cavani.

"Here is French TV, the French Cup final, the match between Les Herbiers and Paris Saint-Germain."

The commentator Mitches looked at the starting lineup and admired: "Les Herbier is very bloody. Even in the face of Paris Saint-Germain, they also set up an attacking formation, and Paris did not back down. Both sides must attack. What a great game! Thierry, what do you think?"

Sitting next to Miches was a big shot, famous French football player, King of Highbury, Thierry Henry.

Henry smiled and said hello, and said: "I am more curious about the confrontation in the midfield. Modern football has high requirements for the midfield. Paris, I think it goes without saying that Les Herbiers want to see Van Gaallehen. play!"

"This young player is very good. He has solid basic skills and good vision. He can often put in amazing through balls, but in this game, he needs to face the most powerful midfielder in Europe. In the face of pressure, whether he can show his previous ability is the key!"

"Yes, Van Gaallehen has attracted the attention of Europe through this Les Herbiers miracle. Juventus even praised this young player. This game will become his stage. Whether he can grasp the opportunity depends on his performance. Played. After all, his opponent can be easy, and there is nothing more exciting than showing yourself in front of an idol!"

"Of course, this is an ideal picture, and it depends on the game."

While the two sides were talking, the game had already begun.

Paris Saint-Germain took the lead.

Cavani knocked the ball to Yi Le, Yi Le passed it back to Kanter, and ran forward by himself.

Van Gaallehen also moved forward decisively, passed Yi Le, and entered the Paris half to start fighting.

Kanter saw Van Gaallehen rushing towards him, he knocked the ball to Rabiot, and Rabiot passed the ball directly to Yi Le.

Under the pressure of the defensive players, Yi Le caught the ball and turned around. At the same time, at the same time, a bucket was concealed on his toes.

The ball went directly through Frochon's crotch, and passed between Fofana and Deker, forming a through ball.

The fans in Paris forgot to cheer because the ball came too fast.

No one expected that when Paris attacked for the first time, Yi Le directly tore through Les Herbier's defense with a scalpel through ball.

And relying on this through ball, Cavani single-handedly.

The players of Les Herbiers were chasing back frantically, but they couldn't catch up with Cavani at all.

I can only watch Cavani's entry into the penalty area, feeling anxious and angry.

Les Herbier's goalkeeper reacted very quickly. He took the initiative to attack and blocked the angle.

Cavani raised his toes slightly, and then smiled triumphantly.

But in the next second, Les Herbiers goalkeeper Pichaux suddenly swung his right fist and knocked the ball out of the baseline.

Cavani concedes a through ball again!

"This is really..." Miches hated that iron could not be made into steel.

Cavani's single-handed ball spitting ability is simply top-notch, and he didn't score such a chance.

And Cavani himself knew that he had made a mistake. He didn't dare to look up at the midfielder, stomped his feet fiercely, and wanted to show his self-blame side.

He knew that Yi Le was already staring at him.

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Van Gaallehen stood in the middle circle and looked at Yi Le blankly.

The timing of this attack, this through ball, this ability to see gaps...

He said softly: "This is..."

Snapped! !

Van Gaallehen was hit hard on the head.

Roshto urged; "What are you doing in a daze, get back on defense!"

Van Gaallehen shuddered.

Hastily retreated.

Paris Saint-Germain's corner kick, Yi Le stood in the corner again.

With the previous experience, Les Herbier was as fearful of Yi Le as a tiger.

This guy passes like hell.

Standing in the corner area, Yi Le took a deep breath, ran up slowly, and took the corner kick with a bang.

The ball flew to the middle, and Neymar pulled forward, trying to trick the opponent's defense, but the opponent was unmoved and was not fooled. The ball was cleared by Les Herbier.

The ball flew to the right wing, flying high but not far.

Yi Le and Van Gaal have already rushed there.

Yi Le took the lead, and Van Gaallehen slammed into Yi Le and groaned.

Van Gaallehen coughed a few times, he was a little hurt from being bumped, but he was still clinging to He Yile, without any relaxation.

Both of them were looking up at the ball, Yi Le unloaded the ball immediately, and Van Gaallehen stuck in Yi Le's position.

But even so, Van Gaalleheng was also pushed abruptly by Yi Le.

Such a strong body!

Van Gaallehen couldn't help being shocked.

In the next second, Yi Le took a step to the right, and Van Gaallehen followed closely.

But Yi Le didn't break through to the right, but swayed brilliantly a few times before turning to the left.

As soon as he vented his strength, Van Gaalleheng fell straight to the ground.

When he looked up, Yi Le had already passed the ball with one kick.

Cavani didn't waste the opportunity this time, with a beautiful upside-down golden hook, he directly blasted the ball into Les Herbier's goal.

"Goooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

The cheers from the audience made Van Gaallehen's eardrums tremble, and he stared blankly at the back of No. 21.

The figure, which is not considered tall, is lying like a mountain at this time, making it difficult to surpass.

Technical failure!

Complete failure in vision!

A complete defeat in strength!

Everything is not a class for all!

Van Gaallehen was extremely frustrated, he opened his mouth slightly, and he finally realized a cruel reality.

"This is......"

"Top in the world!"