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Chapter 524 French Cup Final

The French Cup final of the 2017/2018 season was played by Les Herbiers VS Paris Saint-Germain.

The miracle of Les Herbiers has been fermented in France, and Van Baerlegen has become a hot new midfield star.

A small France C team reached the final of the French Cup, and it would be impossible not to cause a sensation.

And their opponent is Paris Saint-Germain, known as the 'French Galaxy Battleship'.

Originally from a small town in eastern France, van Baallehen started his career on his own.

But he never imagined that he would one day be the focus of so many people.

A detailed count of his career can be described as a small pattern.

Les Herbiers is not a big city, a small town with a population of just over 15000, but they entered the French Cup final for the first time.

This allowed them to gain attention from major newspapers in France, and as a small star player in the team, Van Baallegen became even more famous and gained attention from giants such as Juventus.

It was the first time that someone paid so much attention to him, and Van Baallehen also seemed extremely excited.

Les Herbiers is nearly a three-hour drive from Paris, and the club rented a bus to lead them to the new battlefield.

Representing the French Cup final on the top stage of France, the 8-person 'Stade de France'.

This is the first time he will make his debut in such a big stadium, and he can't stop the excitement in his heart.

Van Gaallehen was constantly rubbing his hands, his eyes were unblinkingly looking at the Paris Metropolis in front of him, and his legs were shaking violently.

Looking at this scene, Bangonggui in the team smiled and said: "He is nervous."

"He's under a lot of pressure, this is Paris' midfielder!"

"Hopefully he won't be crushed by the pressure!"

Enter the city of Paris in the bus and drive along the main road towards the hotel where you are staying.

Along the way, they could see a large number of Paris fans, and the atmosphere of the final was extremely strong.

In the car, looking at the hordes of Paris fans and the private car team with only dozens of cars behind them, they felt a little unbalanced.

When they came to the hotel where they stayed and looked at the large number of reporters around them, their figures became even more rigid.

After all, when has a small France C team seen such a posture.

There are a lot of mainstream European media, many of which are more famous than the players themselves.

Seeing the tense appearance of these Les Herbiers players, the French reporters couldn't help laughing in good faith:

"Although it is the final venue, the Stade de France is considered the home of Paris!"

"The overwhelming number of fans, this is the difference between a small team and a big team!"

"Actually, I really hope they beat Paris Saint-Germain!"

"But this possibility is very small. Fairy tales only exist in stories."

"Let's go, we have to work too!"

Reporters surrounded the players of Les Herbiers for interviews, and the latter seemed extremely disturbed.

On the contrary, their captain was unhurried, and Van Gaallehen was a little overwhelmed.

For Van Gaallehen, this is not a small local media, and its dissemination power is just that, at most it is broadcast near Les Herbiers.

These European media will spread his name throughout Europe, and let everyone know that there is a player named Van Gaallehen in Les Herbier.

After the stumbling interview, the players returned to the hotel.

"Awful!"

"I feel my voice is trembling, and I will definitely be laughed at!"

"L'Equipe interviewed me just now, hahaha"

"This is the final! It feels like the atmosphere is different!"

Everyone laughed and communicated with each other.

Les Herbier's striker Yerman looked at the newspaper and said with a grin, "I feel that the media reports are not particularly friendly to us."

Others gathered around, and they saw many newspaper reports.

But all are 'Les Herbies' miracle is moving, but they can't shake the mighty Paris Saint-Germain! '

"This is really," Yellman said a little annoyed.

Roshto said with a dry smile: "Actually, this is also very understandable. After all, it is Paris Saint-Germain that has reached the semi-finals of the Champions League. We are not a team of the same level."

"Maybe even we don't have much confidence in ourselves. It is already the limit to reach the French Cup final. As for winning the championship"

Everyone fell silent, while Van Gaallehen looked at the scene with a frown.

In the afternoon, during the team training, Van Gaallehen didn't seem to be in the right state, making frequent mistakes.

This caused many people to look over in confusion.

Van Gaallegen also apologized, and then ran to the sidelines to feel a little annoyed at his poor performance.

"You seem to be very troubled if you want to go!"

A rough voice interrupted Van Gaallehen's train of thought. He looked up and saw the head coach Marsala embracing his arms and looking at him with a smile.

"Sir, I just don't understand!" Van Gaallehen pursed his lips.

Masala sat beside him and asked, "Tell me."

"Do we really have no hope of winning?" Van Gaallehen asked after hesitating for a while.

Masala shook his head and said: "No! We have hope. No one can guarantee football as a sport. It has unlimited possibilities."

"But everyone seems to have no energy!"

Marsala chuckled and said, "That's true. Whether it's on paper or in terms of lineup, how do you think a Ligue [-] team should face a Ligue [-] overlord?"

Hearing this, Van Gaal became even more depressed.

Masala turned to look at Van Gaallehen, and said, "Can I make a request to you?"

"What request?" Van Gaallehen raised his head in doubt.

"Score a goal! At least one goal!" Marsala said.

"I don't want to ask you to win. This puts a lot of pressure on you, and even if you lose, you can't lose too badly. Score a goal and let Paris take a good look at it. We can also score a goal. Of course, it is best for you to score this goal. Others are too old, and you still have infinite possibilities. Your future is not here!"

Marsala shrugged with a smile and said: "We hope this game can make you a success. Just like Millwall made Yi, you can also become a big star who goes out of Les Herbiers!"

Big star?

Van Gaallehen was a little dazed.

Marsala patted Van Gaallehen on the shoulder with a smile, and said: "Take a good feel of tomorrow's game, it will make you unforgettable forever, it's the Stade de France, with a stand of 8 people, remember not to pee your pants!"

Hearing this, Van Gaallehen blushed. He used to pee his pants when he was a child, and he didn't know who poked him out, which led to him being ridiculed by the whole team.

"I won't!!" Van Gaallehen shouted loudly.

Masala laughed and said, "It's this kind of momentum, I hope you can keep it up, don't be intimidated by Yi!"

Van Gaallehen pursed his lips and said, "I will defeat him!"

Marsala shrugged and said, "This is what I want to see too!"

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