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Chapter 743 Final!Glory caps!

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

It was originally a hot wind with a hint of humidity.

Is it going to rain?

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

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

What about people?

Yi Le turned his head and looked around. He saw the fans in the stands with their eyes closed, hands clasped in front of their chests, and praying.

At this moment, the entire stadium fell into an eerie silence, and a needle could be heard.

dong dong! !

dong dong! !

dong dong! !

The heart was beating powerfully, and the sound of breathing became heavier and heavier.

Yi Le touched his chest and let out a slow breath.

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 into the crowd, clapping constantly, and loudly encouraging Yi Le.

Others also turned their trustful eyes to Yi Le.

On the other hand, on Barcelona's side, everyone is on the verge of a formidable enemy.

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

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

He saw Di Maria running back and forth constantly, trying to help Yi Le pull out a neutral position.

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

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

Each of them acted like they really wanted to win.

Yes!

Yi Le also wants to win!

However, at the last moment, he will not give up the opportunity to others, he wants to dominate the goal.

He doesn't like to entrust his fate to other people, be it selfish or arrogant.

But for this free kick, Yi Le decided to take it by 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 means that the final moment is approaching.

Yi Le called up the system panel, and he looked at the free kick points which were still 7.5.

Before, he hadn't added this point. Although he never stopped contacting, it seemed that he didn't have the talent in this area, and the points had not changed for a long time.

But at this moment, he needs to score.

Counting the points earned from the previous French League Cup and French Cup, Yi Le has room to squander.

Yi Le scored '20' points directly.

Pull the free kick directly from 7.5 to 9.5!

At the same time, he scored five points in terms of physical fitness, and felt a little relief from his tired body.

After preparing all this, Yi Le didn't hesitate at all and went straight to run.

Yi Le's expression was firm, and his eyes were fixed on the opponent's goal.

The arch of the foot is strong, and it is slammed towards the ball.

At the moment of Yi Le's free throw, all the commentators in the live broadcast room all over the world shut up and stared at the court with wide eyes.

The trajectory of the ball's flight is very beautiful, perhaps because of the tension factor, as if in slow motion.

As the ball got closer to the wall, the Barcelona players jumped up.

Yi Le saw that Alba shrank his head slightly, bent his head to one side, and gently pushed the ball with his shoulder.

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

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

Swish! ! ! ! !

The ball passed through Ter Stegen's five fingers and hit the goal directly, pushing up 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 went in.

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

Yi Le immediately turned around and rushed out. At the same time, the Paris players in the penalty area also chased Yi Le like crazy.

Boas and others also got up from the ground and rushed into the field one by one ecstatically.

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

The narrators from all over the world also roared wildly at the same time:

"Lore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Goooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

"Goal!!!!!!!!!!"

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

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

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

"This is a super super super super lore!!!——"

In the boiling Parc des Princes stadium, Yi Le ran to the bottom of the stands, pointed 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 bigger wave of anger.

Leaving aside his teammates, Yi Le jumped directly over the billboard, plunged into the crowd of fans, and celebrated wildly with them.

Seeing Yi Le joining them, the Paris fans became 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.

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

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

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

"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 will not forget the spirit that No. 21 represents!"

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

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

They were overturned at the last moment, which hit them hard.

In particular, Messi has propped up his knees, panting exhaustedly.

In this game, Messi was desperate enough, but he still couldn't stop the tough Paris.

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

His eyes looked at Yi Le, more and more longing

The game restarted, and when Barcelona took a few kicks, the referee sounded the whistle for the end of the game.

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

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

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　　Author: Datouwen

　　Introduction: Zhang Nan: See the person in front, drive over and hit him to death!

　　Student: Ah~ I, I, I dare not...

　　Zhang Nan: Don't you dare?Don't you dare?Why don't you dare to let off the accelerator and step on the brake? !

　　Zhang Nan just wants to teach cars, flirt with girls, play football, and play F1 cars by the way.

　　

　

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