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Chapter 404 Prince's Park Witnessed Despair

In the stands of the home team at the Parc des Princes, Paige looked at the friends around him, all showing painful expressions, covering their heads, and the younger fans even had tears in their eyes, and he stomped his feet angrily , Shout out to the partners around.

"Cheer up! It's best not to show such an expression in this place, do you think Paris is finished like this?"

No one answered him, although no one wanted to think so, but it was the way it was.

Page was still stamping his feet vigorously, waving his arms to encourage everyone, and the muscles on that chubby face were shaking up and down because of anxiety.

"We are the most loyal No.12 people in Paris! Have you forgotten the declaration when you joined? Are we just cheering with the team when they win? No, it's fighting! We are fighting with the team! Now they need What matters is our strength! Have we lost? Are we destined to lose? Don’t forget that we still have high! Shout out - PSG!"

……

The whole game lasted less than 10 minutes, 0:3.

Gao Yuyang thought for a while, and then walked towards Nkunku. Although he felt that this little guy was hopeless, judging by his expression, he was the captain and had to fulfill his responsibilities.

"High, I..."

Nkunku wanted to explain something else, but Gao Yuyang didn't want to listen at all: "It's better not to say anything, Christopher, prove with your strength that you are a genius in Paris, not a waste! You know what I mean."

What Gao Yuyang meant was to let Nkunku pass the ball to himself. Today's game was played like this. It's really a shit-it really can't get the ball.

The game played for an hour, and Barcelona's defensive strength remained undiminished. Even at a distance of two meters, if you look up, you can definitely see Busquets and Mascherano. He will definitely make a kick, and Gao Yuyang will never let Gao Yuyang get the ball easily.

Gao Yuyang has tried his best to take a quicker shot than his opponent, and the moment he catches the ball, he pulls the ball and turns around, even stopping and passing, which makes Busquets shake his head.

"Sergio Busquets! He looks so awkward in front of Gao!"

But the opponent didn't give Gao Yuyang such an opportunity at all today. The moment he got rid of it, Umtiti appeared within three meters of him. Gao Yuyang could use his speed and physical advantages to forcibly change direction in front of Mascherano Breakthrough, but the front collided firmly with Umtiti's black and strong body.

Gao Yuyang is not afraid of this kind of playing hard with his physical fitness, he firmly smashed Umtiti to the ground, but he couldn't control the ball.

After Barcelona won the ball, they began to pour their feet patiently in the backcourt. These players were quite thieves, and they all aimed at the front.Gao Yuyang really didn't want to do this kind of useless work, but if he didn't run up, the opponent had been passing each other back and forth between the defense lines more than 20 times.

There was a tidal wave of boos at the Parc des Princes.

"Die, Barcelona!"

"Come on! Let the uncle see if this group of people from Barcelona are eggless! Hahahaha!"

But this kind of psychological tactics is obviously useless against opponents of this level. After all, Barcelona is different from other teams. Barcelona can really use pass control to consume time until the audience falls asleep. In this regard, they have glory Tradition.

Gao Yuyang ran up alone, but he soon discovered that this kind of pressing was useless, and the opponent easily passed the ball behind him.

Turning his head to look, he couldn't see a teammate who was coming up to press him within three meters behind him.

"What are you doing! Press up!"

But it's a pity that he is the only one who still maintains a strong fighting spirit. Looking back, his teammates obviously slowed down.

Gao Yuyang shook his head. This is the most helpless time. He went up to press by himself, and without any suspense, he became the background board for the opponent to stroll around the court with a big advantage. The entire defense line was in front of him. The ball is transferred widely.

But Gao Yuyang still kept running like a perpetual motion machine, running from the center of the front court to the left, abruptly stabbing the ball from Alba's feet, and then turned his head and took the ball to the Barcelona penalty area

There was a rare burst of cheers at the Prince's Park Stadium, which was specially given to Gao Yuyang by the fans.

"GAO!"

With Barcelona's entire defense approaching quickly, Gao Yuyang found the only gap on the left side of the penalty area and volleyed towards the goal.It's a pity that it was saved by Ter Stegen in the end.

This scene does look a little tragic, it seems that Gao Yuyang is the only combat power of Paris on the court.

"Gao Yuyang is really not easy! Since he joined last season, from the Champions League to Chelsea, and then to Manchester City, he is almost always carrying the team. Will he carry the team to pursue a miracle today? It's too difficult !" He Wei couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Uncle Fagoli felt even more deeply. In this situation, Gao Yuyang was the only one worthy of praise.

"Gao Zhen is a natural leader, and his mental attributes are too strong to be added. Unfortunately, in such a situation, he received too little help. Paris's performance tonight is simply a shame!"

Even the narrators of other well-known European TV stations sighed in the same way. Such Gao Yuyang left everyone with nothing but sighs. It seemed that there was no better way to express their feelings in this situation.

"This is a real leader on the pitch, it's a pity that Paris Saint-Germain really buried him."

Emery even called him to the sidelines and patted him on the shoulder: "Gao, the Champions League knockout round is 180 minutes, so...we are going to replace you."

Gao Yuyang glanced at him and said with a smile: "Coach, if you really thought about it, you wouldn't have told me in advance. So you must be joking! Don't worry, I have no problem at all."

Gao Yuyang still has physical fitness, and he is still ready to fight.

However, the midfielder made another pass error, and another direct pass from Nkunku was cut off by Mascherano.

Barcelona instantly passed a long pass to the left side of the penalty area. Messi quickly wiped past Marquinhos' defense on the left side.

When the score was fixed at 0:4, it was so dazzling that the audience was silent.

After 3 minutes of stoppage time, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

The expression of despair was written on the face of every Parisian fan who left the field.On this night, the cheers in this stadium belonged to the Barcelona people who were far outnumbered.Even the Barcelona team anthem sounded on this stadium.

Gao Yuyang also stood quietly in the middle of the court, looking at the score screen above, all he could hear were unfamiliar singing voices.He stuck out his tongue and licked his chin.

No tears, but still a sour taste.

This scene is the best comment. He Wei said to all the fans in the comments at the end of the game: "Prince Park Stadium has witnessed despair this night, and Gao Yuyang has never tasted such a tragic defeat. This is indeed a bad night. ..."

(End of this chapter)