bigabreads Chapter 276 Champion: Laying down and winning is also winning
Chapter 276 Champion: Laying down and winning is also winning
Chapter 276 Champion: Laying down and winning is also winning
The draw is over, and the quarter-finals of the Champions League will be settled accordingly.
Bayern Munich VS Benfica
Real Madrid vs Wolfsburg
Barcelona vs Atletico Madrid
Paris Saint-Germain VS Manchester City
Among these groups of matchups, the matchup between Paris Saint-Germain and Manchester City must surpass the La Liga civil war derby.
"Ha ha ha ha! Great! Great!"
Uncle Fagoli patted his thigh, called UEFA an expert in the draw, and then stared at Gao Yuyang: "Gao, this is the biggest local tycoon in the whole of Europe except our chairman Nasser in Paris... Maybe it's not sure who has the money." .”
Gao Yuyang was also happy. Of course he knew what the uncle meant: since the elimination of Chelsea, "beating local tyrants" has become a popular vocabulary in Paris. It is the first time that Parisians have learned the meaning of the word "local tyrants".
"Uncle Fagoli, what I said will always be valid." He promised with a smile.
"And me!" Nkunku also stood up at this time and interjected: "Gao, don't worry, I will definitely help you. No one is more qualified to win this championship than Paris!"
It was the first time Gao Yuyang saw Nkunku clenching his fists for honor. It was really eye-catching, but he still deliberately said: "Christopher, the championship is not just a slogan."
The media in Paris and Manchester are trying their best to exaggerate the contention of local tyrants. The two teams can be said to be the most eye-catching upstart giants in the transfer market in the past three to five years after Chelsea started the golden dollar football. This is the number one superstar team in the Premier League and Ligue 1000 In the competition, the Parisian team is worth [-] million euros, and the Manchester City team is worth [-] million euros.
It's no wonder that after the draw was released, the "Guardian" gave the most direct title to this group of Champions League matchups-the competition of banknotes.
Isn’t it just that, 22 people running on the field, that’s [-] million euros moved, all wasted money!
The English media is best at capturing all kinds of off-field news, but it will not affect Paris at all. After all, the next round of the Champions League is 20 days away, and there are more important tasks at the moment. Blanco will never allow the team to distracted.
"The championship is close at hand, boys! As long as we win the next game, Paris will win the championship, but if you think we can easily win Nice at home...Who dares to have such an idea? You open up, I will not allow one of you to underestimate the enemy and make the team pay for it."
Blanco squinted his eyes and lectured, which made everyone fall silent.He certainly hopes that the team will win the league championship before the match against Manchester City, and the focus of the second half can be on the Champions League. After all, that is the peak that Paris has never conquered.
The Parc des Princes is ready.
On April 30nd, the No.[-] second round of the league, the Ligue [-] championship trophy was placed at the entrance of the Parc des Princes on the day of the match. Gao Yuyang even touched the trophy when he walked out of the field.
"Wow, Gao, is this the championship trophy? How does it feel to the touch?"
Nkunku was very excited. He became more and more confident in starting three consecutive games. He felt that the team he loved since childhood finally had room to display his talents.
Gao Yuyang smiled mysteriously: "Stained with fairy air!"
Nkunku, who had all walked to the front, turned around and touched the trophy
Uncle Fagoli in the commentary seat smiled: "Hahaha! The championship that Paris has easily obtained is still fatal to Gao. Don't worry, young man, it will belong to you after this game!"
Nice coach Pierre encouraged the players in the visiting team's locker room: "Nice is not a team that can be stepped on casually, guys! They prepared everything for the championship celebration today, but we are going to win today ! PSG is strong, but we are also champions!"
Nice are indeed champions, all four of their league titles came in the 50s...
It's not that Pierre is giving the players blood, they really need to win-now they are two points behind Monaco, who is ranked third, and they have to win every game to hope to overtake and win a ticket for the Champions League qualifiers.
The game was played with courage, Pierre put on a 4-3-3 formation to play against each other away, but he was quickly taught to be a man.
In the 15th minute of the game, Gao Yuyang received a cross from Lucas, crushed Senegalese defender Diawara in the penalty area and smashed the goal.
"TOOOOOOOR!!!!!! This is Gao's way of scoring goals! The champion is calling to Paris!"
The first goal represents an attitude: the Parc des Princes is sacrosanct!Coming here to fight against each other is courting death!
With Lucas cutting in the first half to expand the score to 2:0, the game has actually announced the end of the suspense in advance.
In the halftime locker room, everyone looked very relaxed. Nkunku even secretly picked up the champagne prepared by the staff, but just after unscrewing the bottle cap, Blanco pushed the door in from the outside.Nkunku's bottle mouth was right in the direction of the gate.
Gao Yuyang couldn't help but patted his head: This brother, what a tiger!
Fortunately, Blanco pretended not to see it, and probably understood what the young people were thinking at this time. The midfielder only said one sentence: "I understand your feelings very well. In the second half, I only ask you to make no mistakes."
However, Gao Yuyang has always been a person who is more uncomfortable than dying on the field. He took advantage of two corner kicks in the second half and staged a hat-trick for the second consecutive game, pushing the festive atmosphere of winning this night to the peak.
In the end, Paris Saint-Germain beat Nice 4:1 at home. No one pursued the conceded goal, because it was really not a mistake. The long shot from 35 meters away was all luck.
The moment the referee blew the final whistle, Gao Yuyang stood in the center of the court, watching the red fireworks rising from the stands. This was a festive fireworks, and his ears were full of shouts.
"PSG!!!! PSG!!!!"
Nkunku rushed up from behind and threw him down: "Hahahaha! Champions! Gao, we are the champions! Paris is the champion!"
"Take it easy, I'm about to be crushed to death by you! Uh...cough cough cough cough..."
On the podium, Gao Yuyang stood in the second row with Nkunku's shoulders in his arms, watching captain Thiago Silva raise the trophy high.
"Christopher, I don't think it's enough."
Gao Yuyang suddenly said such a disturbing remark.
"What's not enough?"
"The atmosphere is not enough." Gao Yuyang thought for a while: "There are no fans rushing to the stadium to revel with us... It seems that the league championship is really not attractive!"
For some reason, Gao Yuyang, this scene reminded him of those classic championship scenes, such as Roma won the Serie A championship in the 2000-2001 season, and the entire Rome Olympic Stadium was full of joy at the moment when the championship was confirmed, and the fans almost scrambled to rush into the stadium The whole field was full of joy.
It seems to be really strong-after all, that championship is the only time Roma has won Serie A in the past 20 years, and it is still different from Paris.
Even the staff did not prepare a few bottles of champagne. In fact, only Nkunku was the happiest. For most people, the joy of the championship has long been buffered by the huge lead in the standings.
Although Gao Yuyang also joined everyone in the locker room to celebrate with everyone talking and laughing, but he always felt that there was something wrong in his heart.
Until he got two calls on the way home.
The first one was from Dad.
"Congratulations, Ligue [-] Champion!"
Gao Yuyang was stunned for a moment, and calculated the time: "No, Dad, it's...it's midnight in Beijing time and you still don't sleep?"
"I just watched you win the Ligue [-] championship. How can you sleep? You are now also the champion of the five major leagues. Although it is considered a win, it is gratifying to congratulate."
"Hey, Dad, I went on the field and scored a goal. Why did I just lie down and win?"
Gao Sheng snorted coldly on the other end of the phone: "That can be counted. As a striker, icing on the cake is just a duty, and giving charcoal in the snow is ability. When you joined, how many points did Paris lead?"
"..."
Gao Yuyang was stunned for ten seconds and found that he was speechless. After his father pointed it out, the feeling of something wrong in his heart disappeared, which made him realize all of a sudden.
Is this champion really his own?
Does it count?
"Hey, boy, did I hit the spot? Are you still there? Hang up if you're not. Overseas calls are too expensive."
"Dad, lying down and winning is also winning!"
Gao Yuyang replied for a long time, but he refused to admit defeat.
(End of this chapter)