With a formidable opponent looming, the air around the Monaco team seemed thick with unprecedented pressure, making every player training on the pitch exceptionally focused.
Everyone knows that if they win this match, they will be one step closer to the top of the league, but if they lose, they will likely be overtaken by Paris Saint-Germain in the future.
The extravagant Paris Saint-Germain was terrifying, but the revitalized Paris Saint-Germain is even more outrageously wealthy.
This is a consensus among all Ligue 1 teams.
In Ligue 1, Paris Saint-Germain, with its absolute dominance, is only third in the league now, but no one can underestimate them.
During the last lunch before the big battle, someone started it, and Lei Ming was eating when suddenly someone touched his head. This unexpected head pat caught him off guard and ruined his appetite.
Just as he was about to unleash a torrent of abuse on the other man, he heard Moutinho's comforting voice: "Ray, keep it up, we'll help you keep your record."
He thought that was the end of it and he could continue eating, but little did he know that his head would become everyone's lucky target for rubbing.
Bernardo Silva: "Ray, good luck, I'll help you."
Glick: "Go Ray, I'll be the strongest man in front of you."
Sidibé: "We'll all help you, Ray!"
Fabinho: "Go for it, Ray!"
Falcao: "You're the best."
...
One after another, as if they had planned it, they each gave him a head pat, little did they know that his head was already pressed against the plate, and he was utterly dejected.
When the last hand was placed on his head, Mbappe was horrified to find that Ray's gaze seemed unencouraged, more like that of a pitiful death row inmate who had been provoked.
He comforted him, "Brother Lei, don't be afraid. Even if you lose the record, I'll guarantee the victory! But the condition is that you have to pass the ball to me."
"Real Madrid has BBC, Barcelona has MSN, so our Monaco is even better than them, so we have the ML trio debuting on the spot."
Mbappe said with a smile, imagining the two of them dominating the field, his wrinkles deepening!
Why not the LM group?
"Haha, that doesn't matter. I'm the striker, so it'll definitely be the ML combination!"
"Take your hands off and get out of here!"
Only after being yelled at did Mbappe realize that he was still rubbing Rego's head against the plate! Startled, Mbappe hurriedly fled the scene.
The next day, Mbappe put his words into action, smiling as he announced the official debut of the Monaco ML group in front of the media.
Sitting in the PSG locker room, Lei Ming looked at the exaggerated close-up poster of Mbappe in the newspaper and rolled his eyes at Mbappe next to him: "Mbappe, before you debut as an ML, I think you should first win over the head coach. You're still a substitute! There's only one L on the field, not an M!"
Mbappe: "..."
"Hahahaha!" Everyone in the locker room burst into laughter.
At this moment, applause was heard from head coach Jardim.
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
"Guys, you've all worked hard and done a great job before this, and you've proven yourselves with your results in the league."
“PSG may be very strong, but they are still below us. On the surface, it’s obvious who is stronger.”
“I agree with Kylian’s approach. He fully demonstrated Monaco’s fighting spirit, but don’t doubt it, you are still a substitute.”
"Hahahaha!" Monaco's hearty laughter echoed from the locker room.
"What you need to do next is very simple: use your abilities to defeat your opponents again!"
"So what if it's Paris Saint-Germain? In our eyes, they're just eleven people."
"OK, that's all I wanted to say. Let's keep a calm mind and believe that victory will belong to us, the younger generation."
Jardim has changed his usual tactical approach. Today, he doesn't want to talk about tactics because they have practiced everything they need to. All that's left is for them to take control of the game.
Perhaps because of the coach's encouragement and the fact that Mbappe could only watch the combination with L from the sidelines, the solemnity in everyone's eyes lessened a bit.
...
"Toure, is PSG really that strong? I don't think so. In my opinion, the reason Cavani has been able to score continuously and top the scoring charts is simply because he hasn't met me yet!"
"Even adding Di Maria wouldn't work, because I've completely mastered their habits."
"Sidibe, didn't you say Draxler was hard to defend? In my opinion, he's easy to defend. Just pull him down. Don't be afraid of getting a penalty from the referee, I'm here!"
"These trash, watch me shut them out."
Toure: "..."
Sidibé: "..."
As the game was about to start, the two teams were standing together in the player tunnel when Lei, who was usually calm and quiet, suddenly said something surprising, revealing what was on their minds.
The previously quiet atmosphere in the players' tunnel suddenly became tense, with PSG players looking at Monaco's defense as if they had been insulted.
Everyone glared angrily at the goalkeeper behind them.
Upon hearing Lei Ming's words, the two were horrified. "Brother, don't cause trouble at this time! This could easily lead to a chaotic battle in the passage, and we might end up lying here before we even get a chance to fight!"
However, Lei Ming failed to notice the frantic winks the two men were giving him and continued trying to drag the tough guy Glick into the mess as well.
Startled, Glick quickly turned around and covered the other person's mouth, not daring to let him continue showing off!
"Lei! Lei, calm down, calm down, don't talk, be good!!!"
Lei Ming's sudden change of heart surprised his teammates, who all looked at him with astonishment.
At that moment, enthusiastic applause erupted from the Parc des Princes stadium, and the stadium announcer called out the names of the players from both teams as everyone walked toward the field.
Lei Ming's sneer never stopped as the two players shook hands.
This made everyone in the Paris Saint-Germain attacking group so angry they wanted to punch each other.
Lei Ming, who had witnessed all of this, seemed quite satisfied.
These people are indeed like firecrackers; they get excited after just a little stimulation.
However, the atmosphere at the Parc des Princes is completely different from that small stadium in Monaco. The ground here even vibrates with the cheers of the fans, and their pulsation seems to reach the players' hearts, making them more motivated.
Unfortunately, this isn't their home turf!
That night, all 40,000-plus people present were enemies.
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