Chapter 100 Move Forward! PSG!

Everything points to a failure for PSG this season.

At the same time, some people predict that if the situation is not handled properly, Boas's relationship with his disciples will break down.

Even the opponent in the French League Cup final, Guingamp Football Club, also made a statement:

‘If Paris Saint-Germain cannot win like this, it will fail as a football club! ’

All public opinions are one-sided, and everyone is waiting to see this once powerful and powerful team make a big joke.

As the saying goes, everyone pushes against the wall. For French Ligue 1 teams, the changes in Paris are an opportunity for promotion.

PSG have dominated Ligue 1 for too long, and now it’s time for someone to take over.

Regarding the bad remarks in Europe, Paris officials did not make any response, as if they acquiesced, which made them even more rampant.

There are rumors that Mbappe has already contacted Real Madrid and is preparing to leave.

Some say Cavani's contract extension with Paris Saint-Germain is permanently suspended.

The Sun even stepped in and found a fictitious online picture, saying that Yile and Villas-Boas had a chant in the locker room and almost got involved.

All this made Paris fans uneasy, and it was in this atmosphere that the French League Cup final officially opened.

On this day, the French National Stadium was bustling with people.

Fans from both final teams came to watch the game, but compared to the cheerful Guingamp fans, the Paris fans were in a much lower mood and seemed a little careless.

Although Paris fans have a certain advantage in numbers, their momentum is far behind.

As the saying goes, when people's hearts are lost, it's hard to lead the team.

Now in Paris, even Paris fans feel desperate.

The streets were filled with vigorous Guingamp fans, shouting slogans and singing loudly throughout the sky.

Everyone had a cheerful smile on their face, as if they had already won.

And when they walked past Paris fans, there was always a hint of ridicule in their eyes.

This team that they once feared no longer has that magical dominance.

Today's Paris is no longer so scary, even Guingamp is capable of fighting.

The contrast is obvious.

Every time the phalanx of Guingamp fans passed by the Paris fans, they would subconsciously raise their voices, as if in a demonstration.

And looking at the silent Paris fans, they will even smile in victory,

Under such a strong contrast, "L'Equipe" reporter Wendy pressed the shutter, recorded this moment with the camera in her hand, and said softly: "The villain succeeds!"

If it were Paris Saint-Germain in its heyday, the result of Guingamp's provocation would only be a slaughtered game.

However, Paris now...

Hey~~~~~

Wendy shook her head.

Ligue 1 overlord? courage? ...

None of this makes sense anymore.

Suddenly, a rough voice suddenly sounded.

"Forward!!!! PSG!!!!"

This sound was like thunder on the ground, which really startled Wendy.

She followed the sound and saw no one, but she saw a flag first.

This is a blood-red flag with the word 'courage' written in black French on it.

The flag got closer and closer, the crowd consciously separated to the left and right, and Wendy saw Biyalong's figure.

He was topless, showing the number 21 tattoo on his back. He tied a large speaker around his waist with a cloth bag and carried an ear-hung microphone.

He had a Paris support scarf hanging on his shoulders, held the flag high in his hands, and moved forward like a fighter.

Through the loudspeaker, his voice alone drowned out the entire Guingamp policy.

His steps were extremely firm, his eyes looked straight ahead, and he shouted a slogan with every step he took.

"Bring a brave heart and enter with glory!"

"Forward! PSG!!"

His voice was hoarse from shouting too loudly.

Bialon passed Wendy and went straight forward, and the direction he went to was where Guingamp fans gathered.

Wendy looked at Biyalong in shock, not knowing what this guy was going to do, but she had a vague feeling about it.

Looking at Biyalong, Guingamp fans all looked over, but their eyes were not very friendly.

Under the gaze of pairs of eyes, Bi Yalong was rummaging for something in his pocket, and the Guingamp fans also looked at him in confusion.

I saw a trace of curvature at the corner of Bialon's mouth. He suddenly pulled out his hand, raised his middle finger, and shouted with a arrogant look: "Brittany idiot, the championship belongs to Paris!"

boom! ! ! !

The whole place was in an uproar!

Wendy also turned pale and cursed secretly: This madman!

Sure enough, the crowd was about to riot in the next second.

In the surging crowd, Biyalong was quickly overwhelmed.

Two minutes later, the SWAT team was dispatched to suppress the riot.

When a special police officer pulled up the strong man riding on Biyalong, he couldn't help but gasp.

Biyalong was lying on the ground with a bruised nose, a swollen face, and a broken arm. He couldn't find a good piece of meat in his body. He lay on the ground like a dead dog.

"Is he dead?" the policeman asked in horror.

There was a hint of anger in the eyes of the Paris fans on the periphery.

Guingamp's tormentors, held hostage by the police, resisted fiercely and continued to curse in Biyalong's direction.

"Parisians of bad habits!"

"You are just a bunch of homeless wretches!"

"Paris? Champion? This is a fucking joke!"

Listening to the harsh curses, the expressions of the surrounding Paris fans became increasingly ugly.

On the other hand, Biyalong, who was lying on the ground, coughed and then couldn't help but grin.

This smile baffled the people around him.

Biyalong said intermittently: "Man...man, I think...I think it's time for you to call for backup."

SWAT: "???"

boom! ! ! ! ! !

Everyone turned around and saw that the normally peaceful Paris fans suddenly rioted.

Everyone looked at the Guingamp fans with red eyes.

"Come! Come up and challenge!"

"You beat up our people and think that's the end of it?"

"This is just the beginning, country bumpkins, let me tell you what fighting is!"

"Go! Kill them!"

"Up up up up!!"

The riots suddenly escalated, and hundreds of fans in Paris got into vicious fights with Guingamp fans.

This kind of riot turned the scene into chaos.

In the distance, Wendy looked at this scene in shock, subconsciously turned her head to look at the swaying blood-red flag, and sighed in her heart:

Is this the answer you gave me?

courage?

This should be called paranoia!

Wendy shook her head helplessly. She realized that she had underestimated the cohesion of the Paris Saint-Germain team.

Perhaps... Paris's resilience is enough to shock the world!

...

"At 2:30 p.m., Paris fans and Guingamp fans clashed on Avenue Vihour. Hundreds of people rioted on both sides. The cause was a fan leader named Bialon provoking each other. Now that the riot has subsided, the incident is still going on. Under investigation..."

In the locker room, the Paris players listened to the news quietly and waited for it to end.

Thiago Silva took a deep breath, suddenly stood up and said: "It's our turn now!"

"Forward!! PSG!!"

The crowd shouted loudly: "Forward!! PSG!!"