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Chapter 505 Reporters in the Finals
The most important thing now is the preparations for the Champions League final.

Because the Ligue [-] temporarily compressed the final stage of the schedule, there is plenty of time for Paris.

From the end of the league on May 27 to the final day of the Champions League on May [-], there were nearly nine days.

But the opponent is Real Madrid... At least judging from the predictions of mainstream European media, they are overwhelmingly unfavorable to Paris.

On the stage of the Champions League, Real Madrid represents hell-level difficulty!
The number one champion of the Champions League, the eleven Champions League champions represent the strongest hard power on the world's top stage.

A strong opponent is not the scariest thing, but the most feared thing is that a strong opponent cannot be beaten to death. Atletico Madrid has the most say. They know how they were tied by the countdown at the Stadium of Light in Benfica in the 2013-14 season.

And the most important thing is the terrible defense of Paris... I really don't have the qualifications to make people feel at ease.

What Emery did the most in the next week was to recover. He gave the team two days off to let all the players empty the emotions of winning the league championship. The most important thing is Thiago Silva's recovery from injury.

Returning to the team two days later, Thiago Silva finally returned to the team's joint training lineup.

"Welcome back, Thiago!"

Gao Yuyang performed the duties of the captain and welcomed the returning heroes.

"Gao, can you not come to this hypocritical ceremony?" Thiago Silva smiled with feigned dissatisfaction.

Gao Yuyang smiled: "That's fine, let's be real."

He took off the captain's armband and handed it to the other party, and said with a smile: "It will be fine if you come back, Thiago, my mission is completed."

Thiago Silva was stunned for a moment, and Emery was also watching all this with a smile on the side. At this time, he said: "Thiago, and Gao, you two come here."

Call the pair aside before practice starts.

"Gao, there is no need to hand over the captain's armband in such a hurry. Your mission is not over yet. Are you willing to continue?"

Gao Yuyang glanced at Silva: "That depends on Thiago."

Thiago Silva was very straightforward: "I have no objection, anyway, I may not be able to play in the final."

"Hehe, Thiago, don't say that! Can you expect Presnell Kimpembe to stand up to Cristiano? Hahaha!"

Emery looked at the two from the side: "Gao, I want you to wear it all the time."

"I have no objection!" Before Gao Yuyang could speak, Thiago Silva smiled first, put his arm around Gao Yuyang's shoulder and said, "It's not a good job anyway, hahaha!"

It’s that simple under the premise of strength. The three of them determined the future leaders of Paris in a few words. There is no bloody plot at all. It's not a good job - the team is facing difficulties and everyone is staring at you, and when something happens, you have to rush to the forefront.

This is what the captain wants to do, and Gao Yuyang doesn't want it, but the question is, is there anyone else besides him?

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On May 23, four days before the final, Paris set off for Cardiff, the capital of Wales.

This small town hosts this year's Champions League final. Although it belongs to the British Isles, it has nothing to do with the world's number one Premier League—the city's only former Premier League team, Cardiff City, has been in the English Championship.

This small town will usher in the two biggest groups of stars, and Paris will arrive first.

This time, there were no fans making trouble in the away game, only the chasing shots and the swarming media surrounded the players at the airport
Gao Yuyang already has a lot of experience facing the camera, but this time he was still so shaken that he almost couldn't keep his eyes open, all the shots were shot with faces.

"Gao, you are going to face Real Madrid, who is the strongest in the Champions League final, tell us about the team's preparations."

The reporters chasing down from England were interested.

Gao Yuyang finally got used to the crazy shooting techniques of the reporters, and tried to squeeze out a smile: "We are ready, the experience is based on typing! But ladies and gentlemen, uh..."

Gao Yuyang hurried forward, the team squeezed away the first wave of reporters in the terminal building, but there was still a second wave, surrounded in front of the bus arranged by UEFA.

This group of people was very interesting, they gathered around and spoke, even Gao Yuyang didn't expect that they actually spoke Japanese.

"Gao Sang..."

Ok?
Gao Yuyang raised his eyebrows. Hearing this familiar voice, he quickly raised his head and took a look. There were quite a few people, at least a dozen or so.

"Hehe, I really didn't expect to meet old friends here, and I didn't expect you to have such great enthusiasm!"

Gao Yuyang stared at these reporters, without breaking the news, but reminding them of a fact that they all know now - I'm not one of your people, you guys really love me!
The expressions of these reporters suddenly became quite embarrassed. In fact, none of them wanted to come, but after all, it was the final of the Champions League, not only in Europe, but also globally.

"We came for the Champions League final, with so many stars from Paris Saint-Germain and Real Madrid..."

Hearing what these reporters said, Gao Yuyang smiled, and he was really happy.Now he can say without any humility: Lao Tzu is the main card of Paris!
But all he showed on his face was a smile, and he asked these reporters by the way: "So it's mainly because I'm still Cristiano Ronaldo?"

The question was very sudden, and these reporters were stunned for a moment. Many people came from different media, so it is naturally impossible to have a unified statement.

His teammates followed up from behind, Gao Yuyang squeezed the reporters away and got into the car, and gave them a gentlemanly smile: "Anyway, as long as you are happy!"

After Gao Yuyang left, the Japanese reporters stared wide-eyed.

"He's still so confident."

"This is Gao Sang!"

"But this time it's Real Madrid and Cristiano is no easier to deal with than Leo Messi."

"It's just a Chinese! I don't even understand why the president arranged for us to come here!"

"Alas! We lack such players the most! The Chinese are cheap!"

As the team bus was heading to the hotel, Nkunku came over and asked him with a smile: "Gao, those Chinese reporters just now? They are so active."

Gao Yuyang turned his head and looked at him: "Look at those small eyes and bow legs. In your eyes, Chinese people look like this? Christopher, you have the nerve to say that you are a man at the age of 16, and you are not good at kung fu!"

"Hey! Gao, when I get back to Paris, I must show you!" Nkunku gritted his teeth and said, "I'm just curious. I heard that Chinese people like to join in the fun. How come there are no reporters chasing you?"

Gao Yuyang raised his eyebrows, the little guy still knew a lot, but he also wanted to know this.

But when the bus stopped at the entrance of the hotel, Gao Yuyang understood.

There are reporters on both sides of the exit, extending from the gate to the outside of the hotel. They are more enthusiastic than the hotel's welcome waiters, trotting along with the team's bus.

At a glance, it is all black eyes and yellow skin.

"Ha! So they are here!"

On the contrary, Gao Yuyang felt normal, that's right!

Before me, no Chinese player should have played in the Champions League final, right?
This is in line with our people's obsession with "first".

(End of this chapter)