Green Destroyer

Chapter 32

June 2015, 5 finally arrived.

At 7:45 in the evening, 15 minutes before the start of the game, the Stade de France in the outskirts of Paris was already brightly lit, and the translucent shell reflected the sky in this area with colorful colors.

Built in 1998, this stadium has always been the home stadium of the French national team. It also hosted large-scale events such as the 2006 UEFA Champions League final, the World Cup, the Confederations Cup, the Athletics Championships, and the Rugby World Cup. The stadium can accommodate up to 8 people The audience is the stadium with the largest capacity in France, and the French Cup final will be held here every year-just like the FA Cup final will always be held at Wembley Stadium.

"This stadium is much more luxurious than Metz's home stadium!"

Mo Xiaohao was already sitting in his seat, looking around with his friends.

Mo Xiaohao, the self-proclaimed "President of the Chen Ritian Fan Association", did not know how to contact a considerable number of Chinese in France. In the small stand around him, more than 1000 yellow-skinned and black-haired people gathered. Chinese compatriots, in addition to bright red clothes, they also hold five-star red flags of various sizes in their hands without exception.

As the five permanent members of the United Nations, France is one of the most influential countries in Europe, with a developed economy and an open culture. The number of Chinese living and working in France for a long time exceeds 70. It should not be difficult to gather more than 1000 fans from them.

What's more, for the first time in history, there are Chinese players playing in such a grand cultural and sports event. The Chinese Embassy in France will also organize Chinese and overseas Chinese to cheer in advance. This is also a good way to show the cohesion of the Chinese outside the country.

Looking at the poster of Chen Hao that he had just printed not long ago, Mo Xiaohao curled his lips with some regret.

After this June, he will be graduating from the University of Metz, and his future is uncertain. The title of "President of the Chen Ritian Fan Association" may only be an honorary title.

He was secretly sad about his future, but he heard another fan shouting excitedly not far away:

"Old irons, hurry up and sign up for me. This is a live broadcast at the Stade de France, which is much faster than the domestic signal! Chen Ritian, whom you have been dreaming about, will come out in 5 minutes!"
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"Forward! Son of the Fatherland of France,

The hour of glory has come..."

"Okay, audience friends, accompanied by the passionate Marseillaise, the starting players of Paris Saint-Germain and Metz are already waiting in line in the player tunnel. I am the commentator He Wei, and the person sitting next to me is very familiar Xu Yangxu's guidance."

"Audience friends, hello everyone, I am very glad to be able to accompany you through this destined unforgettable early morning."

After urgent negotiations in the early stage, CCTV5 finally obtained the right to broadcast the French Cup final. He Wei and Xu Yang also appeared in the studio at three o'clock in the morning.

"Since I started working, this should be the first live broadcast of the French Cup final on CCTV. I really did not expect that on this day in 2015, there would be a black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned compatriot from China who would be the starter. His identity appears in this majestic Stade de France."

He Wei felt a little sentimental.

Xu Yang added the icing on the cake:
"Yes, he is not only the starting player today, but also the unique offensive core of the Metz team, and the only weapon for the Metz team to compete with Paris Saint-Germain!"

The camera slowly sweeps over the players on both sides.

He Wei cheered up from his feelings:
"Following the camera, we can see many famous players, first of all, captain Thiago Silva, goalkeeper Dochesz, defender David Luiz, van der Weil, veteran Maxwell, Thiago Motta, Matui Di, Verratti, Lucas Jr., Cavani, and finally Ibrahimovic..."

Just after he finished saying these names, Xu Yang poured cold water on them:
"The stars you just introduced are all our opponents today."

He Wei couldn't help being dumbfounded.

That's right, these are all Paris Saint-Germain players, and on the opposite side of Paris, among the eleven starting players, except for Chen Hao and Malouda, a veteran who has played for Chelsea for many years, none of the other nine players do not know!
But... this little thing can't trouble him!
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As the current main striker, Chen Hao stood at the back of the team as always.

Therefore, he could see clearly that some of his teammates were visibly nervous.

This feeling of tension does not only appear in the young players born in the 90s such as Dukure, Luka Nix, Phillips, Basman, and even older players such as Falcon and Mecca.

After all... Except for the well-informed Malouda, the other players have been playing for clubs in the lower reaches of Ligue [-], or even Ligue [-] teams. A mere French Cup final is probably the pinnacle of their entire careers time!
Chen Hao's eyes swept over the players of Paris Saint-Germain, and finally landed on the big man who was one step away from him.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic is also looking at the young opponent with a calm expression.

He looked down at Chen Hao condescendingly, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth—yes, the smile of the Swedish tower is like this:
"Little guy, you have been in the limelight recently! I heard that you are coming to Paris? If this is true, I very much welcome you to inherit my throne!"

Ibrahimovic's arrogance can be clearly heard even one meter away. He opened his arms and looked so majestic.

I, Chen Ritian, just want to be your opponent, but you, Da Fengxian, want to be my father? !

Chen Hao frowned slightly:
"No, it won't, Paris is too small, and your throne is too small to fit my ass."

Not only was Ibrahimovic not angry, but he bared his teeth with a smile:
"Very good, I appreciate you more and more. The last time you were banned at the Parc des Princes, today I will teach you what it means to shoot!"

Chen Hao was not angry either, because this was the Ibrahimovic in his impression.

He just smiled slightly:
"This is really a low-level provocation, Mr. Ibrahimovic."

Ibrahimovic grinned;

"Hahaha! I'm just worried that this match will become one-sided and boring, so I want to add a little excitement! I hope you won't let me down!"

The team in front suddenly moved.

Chen Hao shrugged his shoulders and took his own steps.

The stadium with 8 people was almost full, and he saw it at a glance... On the red stands, his huge portrait was constantly undulating and shaking like ocean waves!
He raised his head slowly, smiled and asked Ibrahimovic:

"Dear Mr. Ibrahimovic, it is said that your shooting skills are almost comparable to that of Maradona, so can you show me how to shoot directly in the middle circle?"

Ibrahimovic gave him a slightly surprised look, and laughed again:
"Very good, is this your provocation? I accept it!"

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(End of this chapter)