Thursday, September 3, 2004, at 2:30 pm, Monaco.

The Louis II Stadium is Monaco's home stadium and is also the venue for the European Super Cup every year. The stadium can accommodate 18,500 spectators, and other facilities on the stadium are underground.

The outdoor temperature is 39 degrees. In such a hot weather, it is not a weekend. There is no audience in the audience. On the emerald turf, there are only players from both sides of the game to prepare before the game.

The scorching sun emits infinite heat, as if they want to burn the earth. There is no cloud in the blue sky, as if they are afraid of the scorching sun, so they hide at the end of the sky and wait until the cool night to appear again.

Tang Jue's face was covered in sweat and breathing the hot air. Every time he breathed, it seemed like a fire that penetrated into his lungs. It made him feel very uncomfortable. In such a weather, the two sides were not only competing in technical and tactical competitions, but also competing in willpower quality.

Tang Jue was practicing snatching balls with his teammates, while Sack was snatching balls lazily. Lakenbe was alone, sitting under the parasol, and occasionally picked up the mineral water bottle in his hand, took a sip, and complained: "This damn weather!"

Lackenbe will hand over the tasks of the preparation activities to the assistants to complete. In France and even the entire Europe, there is nothing wrong with doing this. The main job of the team's head coach is to think about the team's playing style, the arrangement of the players on the field, and the overall plan of the team's training. Many of the specific training tasks are completed by assistant coaches.

Gamero was practicing ball grabbing with the players. He yelled from time to time, as if he was increasing the excitement of the players. In such weather, he always gave people a drowsy feeling.

Monaco players wear traditional red and white jerseys, red shorts, and red socks. Paris Saint-Germain players wear white away jerseys, blue shorts, and blue socks.

...

At three o'clock, the game starts on time!

With the scorching sun shining, these teenagers who pursue their dreams began to chase football. Without spectators, they cheered themselves on their own. In order to step onto the arena of starlight in the future, they must now endure loneliness and baptism of the hot sun.

After the whistle sounded at the start of the game, the two beasts fought fiercely. Without temptation, they played together for many years, and they started a duel since they were seven or eight years old. The playing characteristics of both sides and the technical characteristics of the players were clear.

This is Monaco's home court, and they need to defeat their opponents and defend their home court. They have not been exhausted by the journey, but they wait for their opponents to come. In terms of physical fitness, they have the advantage.

More importantly, they were the runner-up in the Youth League last year, while Paris Saint-Germain was fifth, and they had the advantage in strength. They won all the wins in the two games last year, which gave them confidence.

Defeating the opponent is their only goal!

Offense is their theme!

Offense! Offense!

Monaco took the lead in attacking from two flanks because there was Sachs in the middle, the two flanks of Monaco were frequently used like two red swords.

Paris Saint-Germain's defense line, under the organization of Sach, patiently dealt with the opponent. For a moment, Monaco did not have a good shooting opportunity. Slowly, Monaco's offensive strength began to increase, and the players on the Paris defense line became busy, and Sach began to scream.

For fifteen minutes, Monaco kept pressing against Paris Saint-Germain's half. For fifteen minutes, Tang Jue, wearing the No. 17 jersey, did not touch the ball once. Tang Jue stood in the middle circle and watched his teammates run away, but he had no choice. Arendt stood leisurely on the west side of the stadium, where there was shadows to avoid the scorching sun.

Tang Jue spitted a mouthful of phlegm on the turf, with a rolling heat wave in his mouth. He jogged slowly towards the backcourt in the scorching sun. Standing here to bask in the sun, it would be better to go back to his own half, and maybe he could steal the ball from the opponent's players' feet.

"Pong!" With a loud bang, the football hit the crossbar of the Paris goal, and the football flew out of the stadium from the crossbar. Paris goalkeeper Arnold was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat. Arnold stood up from the turf and shouted at his defender: "Osagon, don't let him rush in! Look at him to death!"

Osagan is the right-back and he is under great pressure. Most of Monaco's attacks were initiated from him. Osagan turned his head in a little annoyed and shouted to his teammates in the frontcourt: "Come back! Come back!"

Monaco was dominant in the situation, and their momentum became stronger. Their offense became more and more fierce. Most of the players in Paris returned to their half and participated in the defense. Arendt did not come back, and it was really cool there.

Monaco No. 9 striker Brot, who seemed extremely excited. Today is his seventeenth birthday. He wants to celebrate his birthday with a goal. The ball he hit on the crossbar just now was the one he broke through Osargon to shoot. This is his second shot in this game.

In the 23rd minute, Brott completed his third shot!

Monaco's right forward Kutadel broke through the wing and ran quickly along the wing, passing the ball into the penalty area three meters away from the baseline. The football quickly drilled into the penalty area, and Sack took a step forward and kicked the football out of the penalty area with his left foot.

Standing in the penalty area arc, Brott raised his right foot and intercepted the football. Before Paris's midfielder came up to block it, he pulled his foot and shot angrily on the penalty area line!

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the football flew like a white shell, whistling against the turf.

Arnold flew to save, pointing his long arms at the flying football. The moment the football hit his fingers, his eyes instinctively closed slightly. The hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind.

There is no wind on the court, this is the wind brought by football!

The ball has not arrived, the wind has arrived!

The ball is like a cannonball, but think about how powerful the ball is!

Since it was a shell, it was full of power. Arnold's fingers failed to stop the football's progress. The football flew over the goal line and drilled into the net!

The ball has entered!

Monaco led 1-0 at home. Monaco's bench was full of joy, and Brot began to cheer. Today is his birthday. What birthday gift is better than scoring?

Brot ran to the bench, and all Monaco players surrounded him in the middle and sang a birthday song. The song was warm, and after the song, Monaco players' ambition to win became stronger.

Be sure to win and give Brot a wonderful birthday gift!

The war burned in their eyes, and the fighting spirit was raging!

There is flame in his eyes and a fighting spirit on his body!

The red jersey is a flame, with more than twenty flames burning, the fire getting bigger and bigger, and the heat emitted is comparable to the sun's light!

...

Arnold picked up the football from the net in frustration and kicked it hard towards the midfielder. He shouted loudly at his midfielder. Sack was very frustrated. If the ball was kicked a little higher, Brott would not have intercepted it, and there would be no goal. Annoyance appeared in his eyes, so he shouted to the sky in front of the sun.

This loud roar was to vent his anger and to motivate himself and his teammates. He knew that his teammates worked hard, but the damn sun was too hot and made people drowsy. Judging from the rhythm of his teammates running, they were not at their best.

Tang Jue was very annoyed. Half of the first half, he had not shot at the goal. Tang Jue was very annoyed. When Brott shot just now, he was seven meters behind Brott, and he could not stop Brott's shot at all.

Lakenbe could no longer sit still, and he walked to the sidelines to shout. This damn weather is a torture in such weather. His players looked drowsy, and until now, the opponent has been attacking for half of the game. His team did not even have a decent shot. This is not the real strength of his team.

Could it be that last year's score will be repeated again? A four-to-one score is a shame.

Is there any other reason besides the weather?

Lakenbey thought of a possibility!

Damn it, I must have gone out to fool the game last night! Damn it, can't I go to fool the game after the game?

The opponent is so imposing, but his team...

Lakenbey's face began to be gloomy, he began to worry, he had an ominous premonition that this game might...

Lakenbe's concerns appeared in the 39th minute. Brott found an opportunity in the melee in the penalty area and scored twice. Monaco led 2-0!

At the end of the first half, Monaco, who played at home, led 2-0. Brot scored twice and gave himself the best birthday gift!
Chapter completed!