unparalleled

Chapter 429 Playing with heartbeats, all you want is lore!

The atmosphere at the scene reached an unimaginable explosive point.

Almost all the audience stood up, filled with boos from Barcelona fans.The fans of Greater Paris stared at the stadium, not daring to take a breath.

Gao Yuyang gathered the eyes of the audience.

"Gao Yaolai personally takes the set kick!"

"He will face the pressure of 7 people in the entire stadium! But he is standing in front of the ball. At this moment, he is a real warrior!"

"In the hands of Gao, hold the fate of Paris for a season! For Barcelona, ​​​​this is the moment of judgment!"

The narrators from other first-class European media on the scene have already begun to heighten the atmosphere. They are people who eat melons, and the outcome has nothing to do with it, so this scene in front of them is the finale (climax) (climax). Wait for this.

But He Wei was actually quite nervous, but he was suppressed by his own excellent psychological quality. He said to everyone in a calm, trembling voice: "Gao Yuyang stood in front of the ball, facing Pique, La The wall of Kitic, Mathieu and Sergi Roberto, and Ter Stegen, who performed well today...As long as this goal can be scored, Paris will equalize the total score and rely on The advantage of one more away goal eliminated Barcelona! The game has passed 95 minutes, this is the last chance! Win or lose, life or death, a miracle reversal or a glorious defeat, all depend on Gao Yuyang's kick! Come on! Let's cheer for him!"

He Wei said so much just to suppress his emotions. Since Gao Yuyang was successfully naturalized, everyone's emotions have changed.

This is the real heartbeat. In the webcast room, the fans have expressed their fear of watching.

"I can't do it, go to the toilet! I'm scared to pee!"

"The heavens are spirited, the earth is spirited, the GOAL ball king, you will show up soon!"

In the media seats, the Chinese journalists were similar, not one family came here today. At this time, all the colleagues in the same industry were holding hands with each other, and it was not enough to suppress the tension on their own.Yang Mingming kept chanting silently: I can enter!must be able to!Who is Gao Yuyang?He must be able to enter!
In front of the TV, Gao Sheng leaned forward slightly, holding a cigarette in his hand, took a puff but kept it in his mouth, his eyes seemed to fall into the screen.

Messi ran over at this time, spoke English behind Gao Yuyang, and asked the referee in the loudest voice: "This is the last attack, right? The last attack, right?"

Denis Atkin nodded.

Messi was relieved, turned his head and glanced at Gao Yuyang, he had already used his psychological tactics to the extreme, if this still couldn't stop him... Leave everything to God!

And he didn't notice that Gao Yuyang kept his eyes closed. At this moment, there was no sound in his world, only the goal, only the opponent.

Hearing Denis Atkin blowing the whistle, Gao Yuyang opened his eyes, started to run, swinging his legs...

"Come on! Gao Yuyang, shoot!!!!——"

"High - shoot!"

One step in front of the left side of the restricted area line, Gao Yuyang raised his foot, and the arch of his right foot directly made an arc.

Pique and Rakitic in the middle of the wall took off. The height of the two is normally enough to block the high altitude.

Their predictions were correct, but what they didn't expect was that the arc of the ball was higher than they imagined, and none of them hit it, and it flew past their scalps
Both of them were startled at the same time, and turned their heads to look back for the first moment. Based on their experience...it might be quite dangerous.

On the other side of the field, Messi has slowly turned into a half-squat, his pupils dilated in despair and shock.

"Look at one foot—hey!!!——"

Paris bench, all players stood up, Emery and coach Camara rushed to the sidelines at the same time.

The ball fell quickly after bypassing the human wall, and Ter Stegen was on the left side of the goal to seal the near post. His experience was correct, but he underestimated the speed at which the ball fell.

Seeing the ball flying over, he stretched out his arms, but his palms hadn't been fully stretched out yet, and he saw the ball bouncing in front of him in his eyes.

Ter Stegen's heart turned cold in an instant, and he turned his head in despair. As an excellent goalkeeper at this time, the only qualification is to watch, watching the ball bounce forward, rush into the goal behind him, and hit the net. Finally stopped.

……

Time should have stopped at the millisecond it hit the net, and the football world at Camp Nou was forced to restart this evening.

In the next second, the world will change and the world will change.

Just like Ter Stegen, the Barcelona players who were still extremely confident just now collapsed instantly and turned around blankly to look at their goal.

Maybe at the Nou Camp, they have always been gods, but only at this moment can they really feel the taste of being kicked down to the earth in their own heavenly palace.

At this moment, Gao Yuyang also knelt down, pointing to the sky with both hands, and shouted to the sky.

This is the king's carnival!

"what--"

"what--"

There were two shouts of the same surprise from the commentary booth, and then He Wei suddenly burst out from the side of the commentary booth and shouted suddenly.

"The ball has been scored!!!!!! The ball has been scored!!!!!! Gao Yuyang! Gao Yuyang—forgive me for saying this name a few times, audience friends in front of the TV, please listen carefully—Gao! Yu! Yang! The new international of the Chinese national team! He staged a fatal blow at the Nou Camp! The game has gone on for 95 minutes and 40 seconds, there is no time! There is no time! Gao Yuyang provoked the burden at the last moment, The unexpected round moon scimitar, a sword to seal the throat! The total score is 5:5, Paris has the advantage of the number of away goals, and successfully killed the day at the Nou Camp!"

Even He Wei, who seldom commented passionately, said so much in one breath. Standing under the stands of the visiting team at the moment, feeling the violent cheers behind him, he couldn't help but feel excited.

And his cheering was far worse than that of Uncle Fagoli.Now he draws the longest and highest syllable—

"TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR—GAOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!—"

While blushing with excitement, his neck was thick, but tears slowly rolled down the uncle's face, but Uncle Fargoli didn't feel tired at all, and he didn't even take a breath. Then came the really crazy roar——

"High! High! High - he did it! He did it! He is the god of Paris at this moment! No, not even God could write such a crazy script! Saved us all in the most desperate moment My hope! Maybe only God can do it! Hahahahaha--dreams can continue, we have the height of omnipotence! We are PSG that will never give up!!!!"

Emery was so excited that he knelt down on the sidelines and paid homage to the field. All the players on the bench rushed out, flicked the towel, and waved their arms to echo the field.

In the stands, Paige and his friends hugged each other, the stands were completely chaotic, and fell into a carnival of victory.

"Hahahahahaha - we won! We won!"

"High! High! It's him again! It's him!"

"He is omnipotent!!!"

"Fuck off Camp Nou, fuck Barcelona!"

There was such a jubilation that even Labru Nkunku joined in the carnival, looking at the young face laughing wildly with misty eyes, looking at Gao Yuyang who was surrounded by crowds on the field below, holding high and cheering, watching Looking at the incredible miracle of this night in the silent stands of Camp Nou... His eyes gradually began to light up, there was inspiration deep in his heart, and there was light in his eyes.

At this moment, he understood what kind of hero this is.

"Long live! PSG—"

"Long live! PSG—"

"Long live! PSG—"

There are only such cheers left in the Nou Camp, which belong to Page, to these friends who don't give up, and to Paris tonight.

The scenes were switched quickly, Gao Yuyang was complacent on the one hand, and Messi was crouching in place on the other, with incredible disappointment and empty and helpless eyes.

But this is the Champions League, the cruelest arena, this is the Champions League, the top stage.

On this stage, what kind of miracle can become an eternal classic?

What you want to play is heartbeat, what you want is lore!

(End of this chapter)