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Chapter 730 Advance! PSG!

Everything indicates that Paris Saint-Germain's season will end in failure.

At the same time, some people predicted that if it is not handled well, the relationship between Boas and his disciples will be broken.

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

'If even Paris Saint-Germain like this can't win, it's a failure as a football club! '

All public opinion is one-sided, and everyone is waiting to see this once mighty giants team make a big joke.

As the saying goes, everyone pushes against the wall. For the Ligue [-] team, the change in Paris is an opportunity for promotion.

Paris has ruled Ligue [-] for too long, and now it's time to change to be the boss.

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

There are rumors that Mbappe has set up a line with Real Madrid and is about to leave.

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

The Sun even got a kick out of it and found a non-existent online picture, saying that Yi Le and Boas had a slogan in the locker room, and they almost did it.

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

On this day, the French National Stadium was full of people.

Fans of both final teams came to watch the game, but compared to the cheerful Guingamp fans, the Paris fans were much less emotional and seemed a little careless.

Although the Paris fans have a certain advantage in number, the momentum is much worse.

As the saying goes, when the hearts of the people are scattered, it is difficult to lead the team.

Now this Paris, even the Paris fans feel desperate.

Guingamp fans were all along the street. They chanted slogans and their loud songs resounded through the sky.

Everyone had cheerful smiles on their faces, as if they had already won.

And when they walked past the Parisian fans, there was always a hint of sarcasm in their eyes.

This team that they used to fear like a tiger no longer has that magical dominance.

Now Paris is no longer that scary, even Guingamp has the strength to fight.

The contrast is stark.

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

And looking at the silent Paris fans, they will show triumphant smiles,

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

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

However, now Paris

Hey~~~~~

Wendy shook her head.

Ligue [-] overlord?courage?

These are all meaningless.

Suddenly, a rough voice suddenly sounded.

"Go!!! PSG!!!!!!"

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

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

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

The flag was getting closer and closer, and the crowd consciously parted to the left and right, and Wendy saw Bi Yaron's figure.

The upper body is bare, showing the tattoo of No. 21 on the back, a cloth bag is tied around the waist with a big speaker, and an ear-mounted microphone.

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

Through the loudspeaker, his own voice overwhelmed the entire Guingamp policy.

His footsteps were unusually firm, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and he was shouting a slogan with every step he took.

"With a brave heart, enter the arena with glory!"

"Forward! PSG!!"

His voice was a little hoarse because he was yelling too loudly.

Biaron passed Wendy and went straight forward, and he was heading in the direction where the Guingamp fans gathered.

Wendy looked at Bi Yalong in astonishment, not knowing what this guy was going to do, but she had a vague premonition.

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

Under the watchful eyes of Bi Yalong, he was looking for something in his pocket, and the Guingamp fans looked over him suspiciously.

Seeing a slight curvature at the corner of Bi Yaron's mouth, he pulled out his hand in a snap, raised his middle finger, and shouted wildly: "Brittany idiot, the champion belongs to Paris!"

boom! ! ! !

There was an uproar!

Wendy also turned pale, and cursed secretly: This lunatic!

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

In the turbulent crowd, Bi Yalong was quickly submerged.

Two minutes later, special police units were dispatched to suppress the riot.

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

Bi Yalong was lying on the ground, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his arms were broken all the time, and he couldn't find a piece of good meat all over his body. He lay on the ground like a dead dog.

"Dead?" the policeman said in horror.

The eyes of the Paris fans on the outside were faintly angry.

Under the hostage of the police, the perpetrators in Guingamp fiercely resisted, hurling insults in the direction of Bi Yalong.

"Parisians with bad habits!"

"You are a bunch of homeless wretches!"

"Paris? Champion? This is a joke!"

Listening to the harsh scolding, the expressions of the surrounding Paris fans became more and more ugly.

On the other hand, Bi Yalong, who was lying on the ground, coughed and then couldn't help grinning.

This smile made the people around feel inexplicable.

Bi Yalong said intermittently: "Dude, let me think about it, it's time for you to call for backup."

SWAT: "???"

boom! ! ! ! ! !

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the Parisian fans, who were supposed to be quiet, suddenly rioted.

All of them looked at the Guingamp fans with red eyes.

"Come on! Come up and challenge!"

"You beat our people and thought it was over?"

"It's just the beginning, country bumpkin, let me tell you what a fight is!"

"Go! Kill them!"

"Up, up, up!!"

The riots escalated suddenly, and hundreds of fans in Paris fought viciously with Guingamp fans.

This kind of riot made the scene into a mess.

In the distance, Wendy looked at this scene in shock, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the swaying blood-red flag, feeling 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 the resilience of Paris is enough to shock the world!

"At 2:[-] p.m., Paris fans clashed with Guingamp fans on Rue de Vieur. Hundreds of people rioted on both sides. The reason was that a fan leader named Biaron provoked each other. Now the riot has subsided and the incident is still under investigation."

In the locker room, the Paris players listened to the news quietly, waiting for the news to end.

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

"Forward!! PSG!!"

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

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