Lu Yin Silly Waist

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

There was a hint of moisture in the hot wind.

Is it going to rain?

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

The whole stadium seemed to be quiet, and the crazy shouts disappeared in an instant.

What about people?

Yi Le turned his head to look around, he saw the fans closed their eyes one by one, hands clasped in front of his chest, making a prayer.

At this moment, the entire stadium fell into a weird quiet, the needle drop was audible.

Boom! !

Boom! !

Boom! !

The heart beats strongly, and the sound of breathing becomes heavier.

Yi Le touched his chest and exhaled slowly.

What are you doing so nervous, this ball is going to be scored!

In the front, the players are in the big penalty area, preparing nervously, Kanter squeezed in the wall, constantly applauding, and cheering loudly towards Yi Le.

Others have also turned their eyes on Yile.

In contrast, on the Barcelona side, one by one is facing the enemy.

He saw Terstegen's nervous roar, spitting, and commanded the wall to stand.

He saw Pique squeezed in the wall and faced Kanter's squeeze, unable to move.

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

He saw Cavani quietly raise his hand, indicating that he could throw a neutral.

He even saw captain Tiago Silva bull-headed and rammed in the penalty area.

Each of them showed a desire to win.

Yes!

Yi Le also wants to win!

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

He doesn't like to deliver his destiny to others, either selfish or arrogant.

But this free kick, Yi Le decided to come by himself!

"Are you ready?"

The head referee approached Yi Le and asked.

Yi Le took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

The referee started to retreat, which means that the last moment is coming.

Yi Le brought up the system panel, and he looked at a free kick point that was still 7.5.

He hadn't added this point before. Although he never stopped contacting, it seemed that he didn't have the talent in this respect. The point hasn't changed.

But at this moment, he needs to score.

Counting the points of the previous French League Cup and the French Cup, Yi Le has room to spend.

Yi Le directly hit the ‘20’ point.

Pull the free kick directly from 7.5 to 9.5!

At the same time, he hit five points in terms of physical fitness, feeling a slight 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 looked straight at the opponent's goal.

The arch of the foot pressed hard and pulled hard towards the ball.

At the moment of Yi Le's free throw, the commentators of all the live broadcast rooms around the world shut up and stared at the stadium one by one.

The trajectory of the ball's flight is very beautiful, perhaps a tense factor, like slow motion.

The ball crossed the wall and the Barcelona players jumped.

Yi Le saw that Alba's head was slightly retracted, his head wanted to bend on one side, and his shoulder lightly pushed the ball.

The ball hit Alba's shoulder, showing a slight upward trend, but under a violent spin, the moment he approached the goal, he landed quickly.

Ter Stegen judged the direction correctly, but the position where he threw it was the original landing point, but the ball went directly to the dead end.

Uh! ! ! ! !

The ball passed through the five fingers of Ter Stegen and directly smashed the goal, pushing up a white flower net.

At this moment, the whole world seems to be quiet.

Yi Le panted and gasped, and he repeatedly confirmed that the ball had entered.

When he saw Terstgen's annoying thump, he knew he had kicked it.

Yi Le immediately turned and rushed out, at the same time, Paris players in the big penalty area also seemed to be crazy chasing Yi Le.

Boas and others also got up from the ground and rushed into the stadium ecstatically.

And at this moment, the entire Prince Park stadium was suddenly boiling.

The commentators around the world roared wildly at the same time:

"Motion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"GooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaL!!!!!!"

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

Old Monet looked frantic, and he roared incoherently: "Goal! Goal! Goal! Easy!!! God! Easy! We scored! At the last moment of the game, we completed a miraculous comeback!"

In the PP sports live room, Zhan Jun also roared with passion:

"Best shot! No shot! Yi Le's third goal! Glory with a hood, he carried Paris into the Champions League semi-finals! This is like dreaming!!!"

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

In the boiling Prince Park stadium, Yi Le ran under the stands, and the fans who were crying with joy, shouted: "You are right! Nothing can stop us here!"

Yi Le beat his chest hard and shouted: "Yes! Wecan!!!"

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

Responding to Yi Le is a greater anger.

Yi Le put aside his teammates, he directly crossed the billboard and plunged into the fans, celebrating with them crazy.

Seeing Yi Le joined, the fans in Paris were even more crazy.

Looking down from above, the blue ocean was raging.

Not long after, Yi Le came down from the stands. When he returned to the stadium, he came to the camera and turned his back to the camera to show his own number.

That big No. 21, I do not know why it gives great courage.

Seeing this, George couldn't help but sigh; "There are a lot of special meanings on the court, 10, 7 and so on, but now there is another 21. Yes, the meaning of the number is given by the players. of."

"No. 10 is the core, No. 7 is the glory of the wing, then No. 21 is more special. Some people say that it is the representative of the champion, some people say that it is courage, but I feel that it brings us the most moral meaning is' Never give up the faith!"

"And all this is special because of the appearance of Yi!"

"I think there will be more No. 21 in the future. They are equally talented and shocked, but I also hope they don't forget the spirit represented by No. 21!"

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

Paris players were all smiling, but Barcelona players were dazed.

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

Especially Messi had stretched his knees, gasping for tiredness.

In this game, Messi is hard enough, but still can not stop the tough Paris.

He knew that the game was over, and he was a bit depressed, but he had a wonderful sense of anticipation.

His gaze looked at Yi Le ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ more and more eager...

The game restarted, when Barcelona fell a few feet, the referee sounded the whistle at the end of the game.

In this quarter-final of the Champions League, Paris Saint-Germain won the game in a difficult and difficult situation.

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

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