Chapter 113 Finals! Glory to the Hat!

Yi Le stood at the penalty spot, the cheers in his ears gradually disappearing.

There was a hint of moisture in the originally hot wind.

Is it going to rain?

Yi Le looked up subconsciously, and the dazzling lighting made him a little dizzy.

The entire stadium seemed to be quiet, and those crazy shouts disappeared in an instant.

Where are people?

Yi Le turned around and looked around. He saw fans in the stands with their eyes closed tightly and their hands clasped in front of their chests in a prayer gesture.

At this moment, the entire stadium fell into an eerie silence, and you could hear a needle drop.

Boom! !

Boom! !

Boom! !

The heart beats powerfully and the breathing becomes heavier.

Yi Le touched his chest and breathed out slowly.

Why are you so nervous? This goal is going to be scored!

In front, the team members were in the penalty area, preparing nervously. Kanter squeezed in the wall, applauded continuously, and encouraged Yi Le loudly.

Others also cast their trusting eyes on Yi Le.

On the other hand, Barcelona is facing a formidable enemy.

He saw Ter Stegen roaring nervously, spitting everywhere, and commanding the wall to stand.

He saw Pique squeezed into the wall, refusing to give an inch in the face of Kanter's push.

He saw Di Maria constantly running back and forth, trying to help Yi Le create a gap.

He saw Cavani quietly raise his hand, indicating that he could throw a gap here.

He even saw captain Thiago Silva running rampant in the penalty area like a bull.

Each of them looked like they really wanted to win.

Yes!

Yi Le also wants to win!

but,

At the last moment, he will not give up the opportunity to others, he will dominate the goal.

He doesn't like to leave his destiny to others, whether it's selfish or arrogant.

But for this free kick, Yile decided to take it himself!

"Are you ready?"

The referee walked up to Yi Le and asked.

Yi Le took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

The referee began to retreat, which meant that the final moment was coming.

Yi Le brought up the system panel and saw that the free kick score was still 7.5.

He had never added this point before. Although he had never stopped contacting him, it seemed that he did not have the talent in this area, and the points had not changed.

But at this moment, he needs to score.

Counting the points gained from the two previous French League Cup and Coupe de France games, Yi Le has room to squander.

Yi Le directly hit 20 points.

Pull the free kick directly from 7.5 to 9.5!

At the same time, he improved by five points in terms of physical fitness and felt that his tired body was relieved a little.

After preparing all this, Yi Le didn't hesitate at all and started running directly.

Yi Le's expression was firm and his eyes were looking straight at the opponent's goal.

Use the arch of your foot to hit the ball hard.

The moment Yi Le made the free throw, all the commentators in the live broadcast rooms around the world shut up and looked at the court with wide eyes.

The trajectory of the ball's flight was very beautiful, perhaps due to the nervousness factor, as if it was in slow motion.

The ball reached the wall and the Barcelona players jumped.

Yi Le saw Alba shrinking his head slightly, bending his head to one side, and lightly pushing the ball with his shoulder.

The ball hit Alba's shoulder, and there was a slight upward trend, but under the violent spin, it dropped rapidly the moment it approached the goal.

Ter Stegen judged the direction correctly, but the position where he pounced was the original landing point, but the ball went directly to the dead corner.

Uh-huh! ! ! ! !

The ball passed through Ter Stegen's five fingers and hit the goal directly, raising a white net.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Yi Le gasped for breath, and he checked again and again whether the ball had gone in.

When he saw Ter Stegen thumping the ground in annoyance, he knew he had kicked in.

Yile immediately turned around and rushed out. At the same time, the Paris players in the penalty area were chasing Yile like crazy.

Villas-Boas and others also got up from the ground and rushed into the court one by one with joy.

At this moment, the entire Parc des Princes stadium suddenly boiled.

Commentators from all over the world were shouting crazily at the same time:

"Knockout!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -"

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL !!!"

"Goal!!!!!!!!!——"

Old Monet looked crazy and shouted incoherently: "Goal! Goal! Goal! Yi!!! God! Yi scored! At the last moment of the game, we completed a miraculous comeback!"

In the PP Sports live broadcast room, Zhan Jun also roared passionately:

"Definitely! Definitely! Yi Le's third goal! Glory with the hat, he carried Paris into the semi-finals of the Champions League! This is just like a dream!!"

"This is a super super super super kill!!!! -"

In the boiling Parc des Princes stadium, Yi Le ran to the bottom of the stands, pointed his hands at the fans who were crying with joy, and roared: "You are right! Nothing can stop us here!"

Yi Le beat his chest hard and roared: "Yes! We can!!!"

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

What responded to Yi Le was an even greater wave of anger.

Yi Le abandoned his teammates, jumped directly over the billboard, plunged into the fans, and celebrated crazily with them.

Seeing Yile joining in, the Paris fans acted even crazier.

Looking down from above, the blue ocean is raging.

Not long after, Yi Le walked down from the stands. When he returned to the court, he came to the camera and showed his back number with his back to the camera.

That big number 21 gives people great courage for some reason.

Seeing this, George couldn't help but sigh; "There are many numbers with special meanings in the stadium, such as No. 10, No. 7, etc., but now there is another number 21. Yes, the meaning of the numbers is that the players give of."

"No. 10 is the core, No. 7 is the glory of the wing, and No. 21 is even more special. Some say it represents the championship, some say it represents courage, but I feel that the biggest meaning it brings to us is' Never give up' belief!"

"And all of this has become special because of Yi's appearance!"

"I think there will be more No. 21s in the future. They are equally talented and amazing, but I hope they don't forget the spirit that No. 21 represents!"

"Now, the game is coming to an end. If there are no accidents, I think we can declare that Paris Saint-Germain has won the final victory."

The Paris players were all smiling, while the Barcelona players were at a loss.

They were overturned at the last moment, which was a big blow to them.

Especially Messi, who was already holding his knees and panting from exhaustion.

In this game, Messi worked hard enough, but he still couldn't stop the tenacious Paris.

He knew that the game was over, and he felt a little depressed inside, but he also had a wonderful sense of anticipation.

His eyes looked at Yi Le, and he became more and more eager...

The game restarted, and after Barcelona dropped a few balls, the referee sounded the whistle to end the game.

In this Champions League quarter-final, Paris Saint-Germain struggled to win the game despite poor condition and all kinds of unfavorable circumstances.

For Paris fans, this day is also firmly remembered in their hearts.

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