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Chapter 781 An Idiot Who Only Knows to Chase Balls

In Madrid, Spain, around 7:[-] p.m., huge cheers broke out at the Wanda Metropolitano Stadium.

The cheers exploded like thunder, and the hysterical roar made every passer-by feel their heartbeat stop for half a beat.

What a cry.

That kind of roar from the bottom of his heart, that kind of trembling sound caused by extreme excitement made the whole stadium and even the surrounding Paris fans go crazy.

Surrounding the Wanda Metropolitano Stadium, blue waves rolled in.

Paris fans surrounded the Wanda Metropolitano Stadium. They opened the blue color fog bombs, and the flag of Paris flew up and down in the hazy blue color fog. Accompanied by excited shouts, the fans raised their arms high and couldn't help themselves.

Yes!

Tonight belongs to Paris Saint-Germain!

They successfully won the UEFA Champions League!

Once again they are on top of Europe!

Even though the process is extremely difficult, it is precisely because of this difficulty that they can feel the team's attitude of overcoming obstacles.

It's really not easy.

The reporters off the court had already started interviewing the Paris fans, and the enthusiastic Paris fans shouted excitedly to the camera: "This is incredible, we really won the championship, you know? In the quarter-finals, when Neymar was injured, we thought it would be difficult for Paris to reach the final, but these guys not only reached the final, but won the Champions League again! This is better than anything else!"

An obese Paris fan's cheeks trembled with excitement, and he blushed and said: "This is Paris! Never give up, and we always say 'no' in the face of failure. Yes, we are no longer the weak team two years ago, that person brought the miracle to Paris!! Hahahahaha!"

"Tonight belongs to Paris! This is the best gift, these guys are amazing! I'm proud of them!" A strong father said excitedly, and a little boy was riding on his neck. At this time, the little boy also shouted excitedly: "I want to play football! I want to play football! I want to go to the Paris youth training. This team has conquered me, and I want to join them!"

Hearing this, the strong man's father's eyes lit up, he laughed and said, "No problem, I'll take you to try out when I get back to Paris."

Such a scene happened in every corner, and the celebration in Paris was almost crazy.

Numerous fans ran from the bar, they poured into the street, forming a team of thousands of people.

They marched towards the club chanting 'We are the kings of Europe'.

At the Wanda Metropolitano Stadium, at the moment the game ended, the Paris players lay down on the ground as a whole.

They lay on the ground, either laughing or crying with joy.

It's not easy along the way, and this victory is the best compliment for them.

Boas led the bench players into the field.

But someone is faster than them.

Mbappe and Neymar, who were waiting in the backcourt, rushed in early.

Mbappe's speed is already very fast, and Neymar even flew up the crutch wheel and rushed straight towards Yi Le.

When approaching Yi Le, Mbappe slid directly on Yi Le.

Neymar also laughed and still opened his crutches, and pressed directly on it.

Yi Le snorted, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Champion! Champion! Champion!!"

The two roared loudly, clutching Yi Le's drenched jersey tightly, equally excited.

Yi Le wanted to say something, but at this moment his breathing was short and he didn't have much strength to speak at all.

Boas and others followed closely, and the entire stadium was full of scenes of Parisians celebrating.

The Liverpool players sat blankly on the pitch. After a while, they looked enviously at the Paris players and left in a low-key way.

In the second decisive battle, they lost again to Paris Saint-Germain.

This is a huge blow to Liverpool.

Even, it is likely to fail.

The celebration was still going on, Neymar got a pitcher of beer from nowhere and poured it directly on Yi Le's face.

Yi Le was choked suddenly, got up and glared at Neymar.

Neymar wanted to run, but found himself limping now.

Yi Le went up and knocked down Neymar directly, and took the draft beer from Mbappé.

Neymar fell to the ground and grinned, "Yi, let's gurgle!!"

With Yi Le and Neymar at the beginning, the others also took draft beers one after another and poured them out to the players one by one. They had a great time playing.

In the stands, the Paris fans also watched this scene with a smile. The performance of Paris tonight is enough for them to remember for a lifetime.

No, it's been a tough season, but that's what makes them so impressive.

In the VIP room, an old man wearing a top hat smiled and applauded.

His smile was full of pride, gratification and a hint of emotion.

As Yi Le's teacher, Miranda has always emphasized in interviews that Yi Le is his favorite student.

Even though La Masia has walked out of Xavi, Iniesta, Messi and other stars, he has always had a different feeling for Yi Le.

Maybe it's Yi Le's rough career, or the guilt towards Yi Le, or maybe it's the back of the one who was forced to leave five years ago.

All these make Miranda have a special feeling for Yi Le, but one thing is certain, Yi Le is his favorite student.

"Great game!"

Barcelona coach Ernesto Valverde watched the field and applauded softly.

In fact, this game also touched him a lot.

In particular, the resilience of the Paris team surprised him.

Two consecutive equalizers until the final overtake.

No team can afford the uninterrupted pursuit of Paris.

This game has turned into a battle of perseverance since overtime, and in the end, Lady Luck stood on Paris' side, completely crushing Liverpool's confidence.

In this game, Yi Le scored a hat-trick and Valverde was full of emotion.

"What kind of person is he?" Valverde couldn't help but turned to look at Miranda and asked.

Hearing this, Miranda smiled and said in a doting tone, "A fool who only knows how to chase the ball."

Valverde froze for a moment, then smiled: "This is a good quality."

"Yes, but sometimes too stubborn and impulsive."

impulse?

Valverde blinked, then remembered Yi Le's nickname of 'Iron Head Baby', and couldn't help laughing.

"So he will be at Camp Nou next season?" Valverde asked expectantly.

In Barcelona now, Valverde is very tired, the lineup configuration is not reasonable, and the problem of the midfield has not been resolved.

And Yi Le's arrival at the Nou Camp is no less than a parachute in Barcelona's midfield.

"I don't know about that." Miranda turned her head and said with a smile, "I hope he will accept my proposal."

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