Lu Yin Silly Waist

On November 6, the war was imminent, and the whole of Paris seemed to be a gunpowder barrel, which exploded at one point.

Everyone held their breath. For Paris, they lost to Liverpool in the first cycle, and now it is their revenge.

Inside the training base, Yi Le and others sat in line, waiting for Boas to explain the game tactics.

Today's Boas is different from the sloppy image of the past, and dresses itself up extremely capable.

The stubble on the chin was completely shaved, the messy hair was neatly trimmed with wax, and the guy also put on a straight suit with a tie and a handkerchief in the chest pocket of the suit. The handkerchief is folded into a fancy shape.

Boas maintained his personal settings, smiled gently, and patted the blackboard gently:

"Gentlemen, this is our tactical arrangement for this game!"

Yi Lei and others shuddered subconsciously, and now Boas feels like they are coming out of the cabinet.

Boas explained the tactics above, while Neymar took the chair forward and sat next to Yi Le, whispering: "Boss, what's wrong?"

Yi Le looked suspiciously at Boas and shook his head: "I don't know, it seems to be stimulated."

"Because Klopp?"

Yi Le nodded and said: "It should be him!"

Neymar glanced at Boas again and said, "He never wears a suit, and the reasoning is too clean. He is not used to it. Is this a gentleman?"

"Gentleman of shit!"

Jin Peipei aside whispered, "This is not the case with a gentleman. I have a friend. Their family was once a nobleman, but now it has fallen, but the aristocratic habit has not been abandoned. It ’s not something that can be propped up by clothes alone. The boss does n’t feel like a gentleman, but ... "

Jin Pengbe constipated: "Comrade!"

After hearing this, Yi Le looked at Neymar and nodded slowly.

"Jin Pembei!"

Boas's soft voice sounded, and Jin Peibe subconsciously shouted: "Boss, I'm here!"

Jin Peipei got up and stood there stiffly.

Boas chuckled at him and said, "Don't be nervous, I will tell you a story!"

"In a family, a boy suffers bullying from a brother. Have you heard of a similar story?"

Jin Peng Beizhang was puzzled, but still nodded; "Brother bullying his brother, this is also very common in real life!"

Boas said faintly: "Then ... is it the brother who bullied?"

Jin Pembei blinked ...

"Jin Peipei, how old are you?"

"Report, I am 23 years old and I feel energetic!"

"Oh ~~~~" Boas grinned and said, "Wag, how old are you?"

The Senegalese guy didn't know what it meant, and could only honestly say, "Boss, I am 19 years old!"

Boas nodded and said with a smile: "Very well, I hope you can learn more about Arnold of Liverpool, 19-year-old Paris starter, this may become a beautiful talk!"

After finishing this sentence, Boas glanced at Jin Peibe lightly.

Jin Peipei reacted, and Boas was warning himself.

And ... this Nima is naked revenge.

This thing definitely heard the conversation just now.

But ... scaring me for Mao.

Easy?

What about Neymar?

Jin Peipei turned his head and saw Yi Le and Neymar looking at each other's eyes and heart, as if they hadn't said a word.

Jin Peipei all burst into tears.

Honestly, you deserve to bully!

The tactical lesson hasn't lasted very long. Both Liverpool and Paris are familiar with each other. They generally know how to play. The so-called tactics are just based on some small routines.

...

As time passed, night fell.

The entire metropolis of Paris flashed neon, and it was as bright as daylight near the stadium in Princes Park.

In this game, the Paris police dispatched a lot of people to maintain the order of the stadium.

In the first round of the game, neither of them was very convinced.

And England fans are notoriously bad-tempered, and this Paris fan is not a good one.

In order to avoid incidents of fighting and fighting, on-site supervision has been further enhanced.

At 4 o'clock, the fans of both sides sang their respective team songs and began to enter.

About an hour later, the entire stadium was filled with support from Paris fans.

Paris fans responded well to Yi Le's expectations. They overshadowed Liverpool fans' voices.

This is their home stadium, and Prince Park Stadium cannot tolerate other cheers.

This is a holy place for all Parisians to protect!

"This is Paris !!"

"This is Paris !!"

"We are PSG! Victory and glory will ultimately belong to us!"

"We are elegant, pure and brave Paris Saint-Germain !!"

The blue and black ocean is rolling, the huge Paris flag is shaking with the wind, and the fireworks in the east stand have begun to bloom, adding a passion to this game.

"Welcome !!! Welcome to Paris Saint-Germain! This is the Prince Park Stadium. Please respond to me with your loudest voice, corresponding to your desire to win!"

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Old Monet's passionate cry ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The whole grandstand is boiling, and the fans in Paris are crying wildly.

"I just received the starting list from both teams and I will call out the names of each player."

"First of all, Liverpool, goalkeeper Alisson !!"

Hush ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Defender Van Dyke !!!"

Hush ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Mane !!!"

"Filmino !!!"

"Sarah !!"

With the appearance of every Liverpool player's name, Paris fans will boo wildly and want to overwhelm each other with momentum.

Liverpool away fans want to influence a lot, but they are weak, and they are not opponents of the huge Paris fans.

After introducing Liverpool, it was Paris Saint-Germain's turn.

Paris fans can't wait any longer.

The big screen suddenly lighted up, and a young figure appeared on it. Seeing this figure, Paris fans started shouting unconsciously.

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

"Respond to him with your greatest enthusiasm and the most devout cry, Paris Saint-Germain forever No. 21, our beloved king! Super midfielder in Paris!"

Old Monet held his face flushed, shouting in non-standard Chinese: "Easy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

boom! ! ! boom! ! ! boom! ! !

Suddenly, the sound of drums sounded. This was from the die-hard stand. Bi Yalong and dozens of others stood in front of the big drums and beat them rhythmically.

Since the game with the Chinese team, they have fallen in love with this domineering musical instrument.

I heard that the Chinese call it "drum of war"!

This is a great name.

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