The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 321 Bastia's Journey: It's Time to Come to an End
The sudden counterattack came like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

He instantly attracted the attention of all the fans in the stadium, who all stared at Gaio.

Moses tried to keep up with Gaio.

But when he realized that the distance between him and Gaio was gradually shrinking, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

at the same time.

Ramirez moved closer to him, trying to join forces with him to encircle and double-team Gaio.

but,

Ramirez clearly hadn't expected Gaio to be so fast; when he arrived, there was still a gap between him and Moses.

Gaio poked the ball forward.

Accelerate again!
Ramirez almost instinctively reached out and grabbed Gaio as he cut between the two of them.

Gaio felt himself being pulled.

Forced sprint.

However, his physical strength was not that strong. After holding out for two seconds, his speed had slowed down. Moses passed him again, and Ramirez continued to make various moves with his hands.

Bang!
Gaio made a cross pass and was immediately pulled down to the ground by Ramirez. Ramirez originally intended to pull him down briefly, but found that he dared not let go. Gaio released his grip, and the two fell to the ground together.

But the ball has already been passed.

Wow!
When Ramirez brought Gaio down, the fans in the stadium became very excited, chanting "Red card! Red card!"

The referee had his whistle in his mouth, but when he saw Gaio pass the ball out, Lukaku, who was following up in the middle, controlled the ball.

The referee did not blow the whistle, but instead stretched out his hand to indicate that the attack was in the favor.

After Gaio fell, he didn't stay on the spot, but immediately got up. However, as he was getting up, Ramirez pulled his leg and held him down.

Gaio didn't notice for a moment, lost his balance, and fell to the ground again.

Gaio was so angry he laughed.

South American players really do a lot of these dirty tricks.

He did not fall into the trap.

He didn't kick Ramirez; he just accidentally stepped on Ramirez's hand while getting up.

The grass is soft; nothing will happen.

But the cleats are hard.

It hurts.

Ah!
Ramirez screamed in pain, and the referee ran past. He had seen the whole thing and knew the truth.

Sometimes we shouldn't think of referees as so stupid. The reason why many calls seem stupid is that they are often driven by a mission or personal preference.

Professional referees are well aware of these players' tricks.

He doesn't have time to deal with this right now.

Because on the other side, Lukaku is battling Ivanovic.

Lukaku, relying on his strong physique and speed, wanted to overpower Ivanovic, but he found that he couldn't move Ivanovic at all.

And Ivanovic is currently on a long run, having just returned from a header challenge in the penalty area.

Lukaku's mind went blank for a moment.

Sometimes his brain can't make that many decisions, so when he realized he couldn't shake off Ivanovic, he forcefully passed the ball sideways, then took a few quick steps and charged forward to unleash a powerful shot!
Kaku swung his leg, not caring whether it went in or not, he just kicked it first and didn't care who it was!

When Lukaku made that shot, Ivanovic instinctively stretched out his leg and turned his back to try to block the ball, but Lukaku's shooting angle was too high, and Ivanovic failed to intercept it.

The football flies towards the goal!

Cech made a top-class save!
He leaped off the ground and punched the ball out of the goal!
Lukaku's shot was, to be fair, of very high quality, given the ball's speed; Cech barely managed to block it.

There is no way to make any further adjustments.

The ball was blocked directly to the right.

When the Chelsea players saw the ball being blocked, they didn't breathe a sigh of relief; they all saw Gaio making a forward run!

Cech saw it too.

He immediately tried to get up and make a second save, but Gaio's movements were too quick!

Bang!
He rushed forward, not waiting for the ball to hit the ground or stopping it. Because he rushed a little too fast, the ball chased him. He jumped up slightly, and with a high kick of his left leg, he flicked the ball towards the far corner!

No matter how fast Cech gets up, he can't get up from the position where he fell near the corner in a short time to save the ball at the far corner.

Swish!
The sound of the soccer ball hitting the net seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

The ball went in!
boom!
In an instant, the entire Thessaloniki stadium erupted in cheers, and a voice resounded through the night sky—"Gaio!"

After landing, Gaio turned around with a smile and rushed off the field, raising his arms in celebration as he ran, before jumping onto the railing in front of the stands.

Open your arms wide!

Welcome the cheers of all Bastia fans.

"Geo!"

"The gods of Thessaloniki Stadium!"

The sound waves are rolling!

Gaio stood on the railing, looking up slightly. He could see the azure night sky and seemed to hear the roaring waves of the Mediterranean Sea in the distance.

When Lukaku's shot was saved, his first reaction was to cover his head, but when he saw Gaio coming up, he immediately opened his arms and ran off the field with Gaio to celebrate.

"That was such a cool shot, Gaio!"

Lukaku looked up at Gaio with a big smile. He showed no mercy to his former team.

In professional football, there is no room for emotion; it's all about playing for your team.

Therefore,
He kicked that ball with all his might, but unfortunately, Cech was too amazing!

If it were any other goalkeeper, it would be Lukaku, the "Little Beast," celebrating right now.

De Bruyne, Rothen, and others rushed up and hugged each other in celebration after Gaio jumped down.

This goal sent their morale soaring to the maximum!

With a two-goal advantage from away goals and a one-goal lead at home, this means they only need to hold on to advance!
at the same time,

The TF1 commentators were incredibly excited, "Goal! Gaia! Gaia!! Unbelievable, Bastia has taken the lead!"
This was a textbook example of a swift counterattack, a perfect demonstration of individual ability and teamwork!
Look at this attack: after receiving the ball in midfield, Gaio started his run with lightning speed. Moses and Ramirez surrounded him, even resorting to fouls to try and stop him, but Gaio still managed to deliver the ball precisely to Lukaku's feet at the last moment before losing his balance.

Lukaku's powerful shot forced Cech to make a world-class save!
But what was truly fatal was Gaio's relentless running!

After being pulled to the ground, he immediately got up and charged into the penalty area again with astonishing speed. The moment the ball was blocked by Cech, he had already appeared in the most dangerous position like a ghost!
This goal is the key to Bastia's path to the final!
They changed the overall score to 3-2!

And they have 2 away goals!
This means Chelsea need to score two more goals to turn the tide!

Thesari Stadium erupted in cheers!

The Bastia people's dream has never been so close to reality!
This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Chelsea, whose defense was riddled with holes in the face of Gaio's speed and impact!

Benitez's team has been pushed to the brink!
They have to press forward aggressively, but that will give Gaio even more room to counterattack!
Predicament

The real dilemma!
Jan Gaio!
He proved once again that he is the undisputed king of this stadium!
With that golden goal, he firmly grasped Bastia's fate in his own hands.

Courtside.

Haji Begichi was so excited that he raised his hands high, jumped around, and shouted.

Benitez, who was not far from him, had a somber expression.

He squinted at the field, lost in thought.

The current score is—

After the Bastia players had finished celebrating, the DJ's voice became incredibly loud.

More than 20,000 fans shouted their support.

"1-0!"

"The goal scorer is—"

"Geo!!"

At this moment, the momentum reached its peak!

Many older fans in the stands were shouting, their eyes welling up with tears, their hearts surging with emotion.

They themselves didn't think they would live to see Bastia reach the pinnacle of European football.

Especially three years ago, when it was decided to downgrade to the French National Federation.

This left these die-hard fans in despair.

They angrily roared and cursed at the club, accusing them of ruining the team.

And now, everything is back, even better than before!

Thessalon Stadium VIP box.

Abdullah was amazed by Gaio's performance.

He then turned to Chamta and said, "You have a top player, Gaio is amazing."

Chatham also saw the entire goal and was equally excited.

He laughed and said, "Of course, Gaio can be the cornerstone of any team, such as Bastia or the French national team."

Abdullah gave him a thumbs up.

My mind was already racing, trying to figure out how to accomplish what I'd been told – regardless of whether the team could actually buy him, I just needed to secure Gaio.

Abdullah was only a mid-level manager; he was a representative of Yasir Rumayan, the main person in charge of PIF.

Rumayan's task for him was to sign Gaio, and if the deal was finalized, he could also invite Gaio and his family to Saudi Arabia, where they would be given the highest level of hospitality.

Abdullah had only seen Gaio's videos before.

Watching the game live is a completely different experience than watching it live now.

On the spot, Gaio looks much stronger!

Chelsea simply couldn't stop them.

On the field.

Just as Bastia were finishing their celebrations, the referee pointed at Ramirez and showed him a yellow card.

This is an additional penalty for his previous foul.

Although the attack was advantageous but the call wasn't stopped, the referee won't forget the yellow card.

Ramirez shook his head.

He didn't have a very good time in this match.

I was really blown away by Gaia.

drop!
The game continues.

Bastia's players didn't get carried away by their temporary lead; everyone was doing their best to get back on defense, with almost everyone except Gaio on defense.

The area around the penalty area is full of defensive players.

The atmosphere on the field was tense.

A similar sense of tension, almost stagnant, permeated the air above the Thessaloniki stadium, only to be torn apart by a sudden burst of sound.

When Chelsea players, such as Hazard and Torres, try to find an opening on the edge of the penalty area or turn to face the goal, the stands immediately erupt with deafening, warning roars and boos!
"Keep a close eye on him! Don't let him turn around!"

"Press them down! Don't give them any space!"

"It's Hazard! Watch out!"

Their eyes were fixed on the trajectory of the football, their hearts pounding with every transition between offense and defense.

When Chelsea's attacks failed to break through the dense defense, forcing them to pass the ball to the wing or take a long shot from outside the penalty area, the atmosphere in the stands instantly switched from tense defensive mode to a jubilant and triumphant mode filled with taunts and the prospect of victory!
"Yes! That's it! Let them kick it outside!"

"Spread it! Spread it again! Spread it back to London!"

"Shoot! Let him shoot! Let's see which tier of the stands he can kick!"

therefore,

In the 19th minute, Ramirez unleashed a long-range shot that flew high into the stands, tracing a desperate arc.

The entire stadium was instantly engulfed by a huge, mocking chorus of boos and laughter!
Shhh!!

"Hahaha! Let's kick it again!"

"Is this the value of Mr. Twenty Million?!"

The English commentators, seeing Chelsea's attack stalled, remarked, "Chelsea need to find a way to break through Bastia's defense. If things continue like this, they'll have very few chances. A set piece might be their only opportunity."

London.

Abramovich frowned slightly as he watched Chelsea struggle on TV.

He really likes football.

Therefore, they are willing to spend huge sums of money to win.

but,

The current situation made him very unhappy.

Benitez was ultimately not the one who could bring victory to Chelsea. He shook his head slightly, hoping that the man could lead Chelsea to success once again.

but,

Abu's gaze was mostly fixed on Gaio.

Almost every time Chelsea made a mistake and lost possession, Bastia's counter-attacks would be handed to Gaio.

Even if Lukaku serves as a temporary replacement, he will eventually reach Gaio's feet.

This is a top player.

Abu was somewhat interested last time, so he had someone try to contact Gaio, but the feedback wasn't good.

This also made him somewhat angry.

He has already shown leniency, forgiven past mistakes, and is willing to give Gaio top-notch treatment. Isn't that enough?

"Geo!"

On the television, the narrator's voice interrupted Abu's thoughts.

It was another counterattack from Bastia.

Gaio dribbled the ball and made a strong run down the wing.

Unstoppable!

Moses was just there to play along; he was completely useless.

Fortunately, Bertrand was somewhat useful, using his body to block Gaio, and as Gaio was getting past him, he was lucky enough to poke the ball out of bounds.

Bastia's throw-in.

However, they didn't send many players up. After the kickoff, Rothen and De Bruyne moved forward, and Lukaku even went straight into the penalty area, reaching out to Gaio who had the ball.

He wanted to win the header.

In a small stadium like the Stadio de la Cerro de Thesari, the front-row fans are extremely close to the pitch, and they're frantically shouting at Gaio, "Gaio, get past him! Get past him!"

"Eat them raw!"

I don't know if Gaio listened to what I said, with Moses, Ramirez, and Bertrand all on the right wing.

He poked the ball directly towards the baseline.

then,

He didn't enter the field, but instead accelerated from the grass outside the field!
Overtake on the sideline!

"Oh my god! Gaio!"

"Geo!!"

"So fast!"

The fans on the flanks watched Gaio's lightning speed unfold before their eyes, shouting wildly, their blood boiling with excitement.

Gaio ignored him.

His eyes are only on football!
His speed was unmatched; he took control of the ball first and immediately cut inside.

Gary Cahill came over to cover, feeling very nervous. Inside the penalty area, he wanted to make a tackle but hesitated.

The main reason is Gaio's dribbling ability; it's just too strong.

Cahill was very eggy.

Gaião flicked the ball with his left foot, seemingly intending to continue his breakthrough from the baseline, but Cahill immediately took a step toward the baseline.

And this step,
He gave up space behind him, and Gaio made a quick cutback pass with his right foot!
While everyone's attention was focused on Gaio, as well as Lukaku and Rothen making forward runs.

De Bruyne ran into an unmarked area inside the penalty area.

He just arrived.

Gaio then passed the ball over.

Facing Cech and his former club Chelsea, De Bruyne was completely focused, and without stopping the ball, he curled a shot with his right foot.

He kicked the ball directly into the far corner!
Cech was positioned closer to the right post because he was worried about Gaião cutting inside and shooting towards the near post, and when De Bruyne took the shot...

Cech can't keep up anymore!

Swish!
The football swished cleanly into the net.

2-0.

Gaião assists, De Bruyne scores!
A heartwarming story of Chelsea's disappointing players!
Wow!

"Kevin!" "Gaio!"

When Gaio's pass found De Bruyne with surgical precision, and the latter scored with a single shot, time seemed to freeze for a second, and then all the emotions that had been building up in the stands erupted like a volcano!
In just 23 minutes, they were already two goals ahead!
This turn of events was a pleasant surprise for them. Originally, they shared the same idea as most fans: Bastia would mainly defend and would definitely aim for a 0-0 draw.

But who would have thought that they would score two goals in such a short period of time!
In an instant, the huge wave of sound was no longer a simple cheer, but a roar and scream of joy from tens of thousands of people!

Countless arms shot into the air, blue scarves waving wildly, instantly creating a surging ocean in the stands!

De Bruyne pressed his hands down; he did not celebrate.

However, he did not refuse his teammates' hugs.

"Kevin, well done!"

Lukaku was thrilled to see De Bruyne score; they were both Belgians, both had no chance at Chelsea, and both were scouted by Bastia and brought to this Mediterranean island.

Lukaku was as happy as if he had scored himself when he saw De Bruyne score.

De Bruyne looked at Gaio, his face flushed with excitement. He didn't celebrate out of respect for his former team, but that didn't mean he wasn't excited. "That was a great pass!"

"Haha!" Gaio didn't say anything more, just patted De Bruyne on the head and laughed.

Laughter echoed across every corner of the field.

Apart from Chelsea's bench.

Benitez's expression seemed to freeze instantly.

He stood on the sideline, his hands deeply tucked into his coat pockets, his body slightly leaning forward, his eyes filled with disbelief, deep disappointment, and a hint of bewilderment.

He shook his head subconsciously, his lips pressed tightly together, as if he were swallowing a bitter pill.

While Hagi Begic was celebrating wildly, Benitez simply turned stiffly, walked back to the bench, and sat down heavily.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples vigorously.

His gaze was somewhat vacant, as if he needed some time to process this sudden blow.

The commentary surrounding this match, broadcast from all over the world, was also full of incredible moments.

“球进了！德布劳内！2-0！不可思议！巴斯蒂亚在不到23分钟的时间里就两球领先切尔西！总比分4比2！这绝对是赛前没人能想到的梦幻开局！

Gaio's pass was absolutely brilliant! That's Gaio's talent; he not only has top-notch finishing ability but also excellent assist skills.

Anyone would be afraid of a player like that as an opponent!
right now,

Thesari Stadium erupted in cheers!

The cheers of the Bastia fans seemed to lift the roof off; they saw a bright path to the final, while the Chelsea players looked bewildered. Benitez stood on the sidelines, his face ashen; he needed a miracle!
But the current situation is as hopeless as an abyss!
Bastia, they are creating their own miracle that is shaking Europe.

I'm really excited.

Many Bastia fans in the stands had not experienced the last Europa League era, and football matches in that era were fraught with inconveniences.

And now,
A miracle was happening right before their eyes!

The players from both sides walked back to the center circle, and the Chelsea players looked just as bewildered as the Chelsea fans in the away section of the stands.

drop!
Continue kicking off!
Chelsea's attack remained the same: constantly stretching the defense or relying on individual skill to force their way through, but Bastia's morale soared after scoring two goals.

and,

Bastia's counterattack was as sharp as ever!
In the 31st minute, Gaio launched another counter-attack, reaching the edge of the penalty area and unleashing a long-range shot while facing three defenders.

The ball sailed over Cech's fingertips, but unfortunately the angle was too tricky, and it hit the post.

Missed a golden opportunity.

The fans were also quite disappointed.

but,

The disappointment of that goal couldn't stop their celebration.

The singing gradually grew louder.

Chelsea were lost in Bastia's defense.

This continued until the end of first-half stoppage time.

Apart from a few shots that were far from scoring, Chelsea didn't have any threatening shots.

drop! !

Finally, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

This score surprised many people.

The Chelsea players were quite dissatisfied and looked rather dejected, while the Bastia players, despite being somewhat tired from the intense defense, were incredibly excited!

Halftime ended.

The TF1 commentator briefly summarized the first half, saying, "An amazing first half! Bastia has pushed Chelsea to the brink with two precise counter-attacks!"

With an aggregate score of 4-2 and two away goals, Bastia are just one step away from the final!
Hagi Begic's tactics were a complete success!

Bastia's defense was solid, but their counter-attacks were as deadly as lightning.

And Jan Gaio was undoubtedly the star of the show!
He first tore through the defense with his absolute speed, and tenaciously scored with a pass and shot despite being double-teamed and fouled; then he calmly assisted De Bruyne to score with a sharp attack down the wing, and he alone completely broke down Chelsea's defensive setup.

Chelsea, on the other hand, is caught in a double predicament of tactical and mental difficulties.

They had possession of the ball, but struggled to penetrate the home team's tight defense, resulting in slow and unthreatening attacks.

Before the match, the emphasis was on marking Gaio, but Moses and Ramirez were completely unable to limit his acceleration and sprints. Their defense was repeatedly breached, making them appear clumsy and flustered.

In the second half, Chelsea must launch a relentless attack to score at least two goals and cannot afford to concede again, but this will leave Bastia with huge counter-attacking opportunities, presenting Benitez with a difficult choice.

Bastia, by simply maintaining their advantage and making good use of Gaio, has a very good chance of turning their lead into a ticket to the final.

Whether they were Bastia fans at the stadium or those who weren't watching the broadcast.
Even French fans.

Everyone was amazed by Bastia's performance in the first half. They had thought Bastia might score, but they never expected that Chelsea, with their top-class lineup, would fail to score.

"My God! 2-0! I feel like I'm dreaming! Amsterdam, our final city, is beckoning us! The Thessalon Stadium is the gateway to heaven tonight!"

"Look at that '2'! That huge '2' in the sky above the stadium! We're one win away from finishing the Europa League final, and tonight we've already won the first half! Victory is within our grasp! Lady Luck is smiling upon us!"

"Coach Hagi Bejic is truly phenomenal! Before the match, who could have imagined that we could dominate Chelsea like this? Compact, press, and then suddenly counter-attack like a sharp knife being drawn from its sheath. Every counter-attack made their hearts stop! Perfect tactical execution!"

"You also need to look at Kanté, not just Gaio. You need to see that Kanté has been burning himself out in this half, making omnipresent interceptions, tearing at the opponent's key players like a bulldog. The barrier he and Rothen built is the cornerstone that allows Gaio to attack with confidence!"

"Listen to the songs around you! Look at the tearful faces of your teammates! Think about the history of Corsica, think about how we struggled in Ligue 2 and created miracles in the French Cup! Today, this 2-0 lead at halftime is the loudest slap in the face to all those who underestimated us and mocked our island team! For this pride, we must fight to the last drop of blood!"

"Remember this atmosphere, remember this heartbeat! This is a historic moment for Bastia! Everyone is part of the legend!"

As the fans have said.

This is Bastia's moment!
Tonight does not belong to Chelsea.

In the locker room.

Benitez stood in the middle, his face not showing rage, but rather a coldness.

After seeing everyone return to the locker room, Benitez gestured to his assistant coach to close the door. Then he picked up the tactics board, but instead of writing or drawing anything, he simply tapped Gaio's name forcefully.

"The very things we repeatedly emphasized, practiced, and even feared before the game are happening exactly the same way on the field."

"Yan Gaio, his name, his characteristics, his running route."

Benitez's gaze swept across the field, especially landing on the defensive players.

"I thought we had taken it seriously enough, but now it seems that it's far from enough! Or rather, our attention was just lip service, not ingrained in our minds, let alone put into practice!"

Moses, a young man, felt a chill run down his spine under Benitez's gaze.

Ramirez and the others, on the other hand, are seasoned veterans.

I don't actively look at Benitez.

Let him say whatever he wants.

Everyone knows that Benitez is leaving, and these veterans who helped Chelsea win the Champions League have no fear of him at all.

"He outmaneuvered me once, twice with his absolute speed! I even had to resort to sloppy, stupid, and continuous fouls to stop him?"
and then?
After a foul, where should our attention be?

It's in him!

It's the referee's fault!
The only thing they failed to do was get into position for the defense!
So after the first goal, he could immediately get up, run over, and finish the rebound!
This is a problem of attitude, a problem of focus, a complete failure!

Although Benitez has low emotional intelligence and doesn't know how to deal with the locker room, he can tell his current situation just by looking at the players' performance.

His tone shifted to one of deep helplessness and sarcasm: "We have high possession, we have possession, but what's the use?"

Ineffective, slow, and harmless possession only gave the opponent more time to recover and organize their next counter-attack to attack us!

Our passes were like caressing our opponents, while every pass from them was like a knife, stabbing directly into the vital parts of our defense!

He paused for a moment, his voice revealing a complex weariness, "I know, many people know, that I will leave after the season ends, and perhaps some people feel that the result of this game no longer means much to me."

Speaking of it.

He paused again; in this midfield position, Benitez seemed to be facing himself as well.

His tone suddenly rose.

"Wrong! Personally, I still crave this trophy!"

I need it to prove that all the hard work and struggles of this past half-season have been worthwhile!

But more importantly, it's you!

Look at yourselves, you are Chelsea players, you are wearing the jerseys worn by the Premier League champions and the Champions League champions.

No matter who the coach is, no matter what the future holds, once you stand on this field, you must defend your dignity and value yourselves.

Right now, we're wearing these jerseys, being utterly humiliated by a French Ligue 1 team in front of the whole world.

Our defenses crumbled as soon as the enemy broke through.

Our attack was ineffective and superficial.

Think about it, how will the fans, family members, and children in the stands, or those who might watch this replay in the future, view your performance over those 45 minutes?

Benitez continued speaking to himself.

No one paid any attention to him.

He shook his head and continued to give instructions on the tactics for the second half, "The tactics for the second half are very simple."

"When defending against Gaio, we cannot give him any space to accelerate. If necessary, we should commit a tactical foul in advance, but it must be clean, decisive, and away from the danger zone. The midfield must give him physical contact and not allow him to turn and advance easily!"

When attacking, speed up the pace, dare to pass threatening balls, dare to penetrate the penalty area, play behind the defense more often, and make good use of the gaps on both flanks.

We need to score, but more importantly, we need to stabilize our position and not concede another goal!
I've worked for this club for almost a season, and I know your abilities better than anyone else; you're far more than you've shown.

Show your fighting spirit, not for me, but for your pride as professional players, and for the dignity of Chelsea as a club.

If you want to leave something behind, instead of being remembered as losers, then in the second half, go out there and fight.

only.

This was different from the scene Benitez had imagined: the players raising their arms and shouting for battle after Benitez finished speaking.

The players simply nodded slightly.

His face remained relatively calm.

Terry sat in the corner, showing no intention of getting up to speak.

Although Lampard started this match, he wasn't entirely satisfied with Benitez.

Only Benitez's compatriot, Torres, who is also leaving at the end of this season, echoed his sentiment.

"Try to score!"

But it only garnered a few scattered applause.

The atmosphere was quite awkward.

Benitez himself didn't seem to think so. After he finished speaking, he walked out of the locker room, not wanting to see that group of people again.

the other side.

The locker room in Bastia was a completely different sight.

With a smile, Hagi Bejic continued, "We're facing Chelsea, a lion worth hundreds of millions of pounds that's been driven to the brink. They have no way out. In the second half, you'll see the most frantic counterattack from a Premier League giant. The storm is coming. They'll use every means possible to attack! Attack! And attack again! Their attack will be ten times more intense than in the first half!"
Therefore, we have only one task: hold on!

Like a reef guarding the coastline, withstand every impact from them!
Maintain our defensive formation, compress the space, and never give them an easy chance to shoot! Every clearance, every interception, must be fought for as if it were the last ball.

Hagi Begic kept emphasizing the importance of defense.

He even gave Van Dijk and Joplin detailed instructions on how to defend against Torres and others, leaving no stone unturned.

Hagi Begic really wants to win this game.

And now,
Gay has done his best; all they need to do is play good defense to win the game!
After explaining the defense, Hagibis looked at Gaio.

"Yang, you did a flawless job. You are our hero. In the second half, I don't need you to make countless long-distance runs back to defend."

All I need is for you to stay in front, like a lighthouse, like a bomb that can be detonated at any time, to hold back their defenders and prevent them from pressing forward with their full force!
Your presence is the greatest help to our defenses!

He looked at the whole team and raised his voice, "And each of you must share the burden for Yang. When he needs a passing option, give him a simple passing choice. When he needs to catch his breath, run an extra step and help him cover an area. We are a team, and we must use our collective strength to make up for the limits of our physical strength!"

Arrangements were made one by one.

The atmosphere in the locker room was electric, with players looking excited but also tired from the intense defense.

Haji Begichi clapped his hands loudly, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

"You played a half that will go down in Corsican history."

However, only half of the game has passed, just half!
Keep it up, guys!

Let's go for our first European title!
Listen to the sounds outside the stadium; the heart of Bastia is pounding for us. We are just 45 minutes away from the final in Amsterdam!

We are just 45 minutes away from matching history and creating unprecedented history.

Think about the path we've walked!

From Ligue 2 to now, countless people have mocked us, looked down on us, and thought we were just a small island team. But tonight, right now, we are trampling a European powerhouse under our feet.

These 45 minutes are not just about winning a game.

This is for all those who believe in us!
For the fans who have supported this team for generations, for the glory of Bastia!

The significance of this match far exceeds your imagination; it will become a legend and be sung forever.

So, hang in there!

Use your willpower to compensate for your declining physical strength, use your flesh and blood to build the strongest wall in the stadium, for your brothers, for every Bastia fan in the stands, for our shared dream!

After Haji Begichi finished speaking...

The locker room was getting increasingly lively!

Unlike the coldness in the Chelsea dressing room, the Bastia team consists of young players who are easily excited and easily provoked.

But it is far beyond Bastia.

Countless undercurrents were also surging in response to the performance of both sides in this match.

Countless eyes were on the Bastia players.

Especially Gaio.

After finishing his phone call, Abdullah walked back into the private room with a smile on his face.

He said nothing.

because,

Right there in midfield, they made a decision: go all in on Gaio.

Compared to a team.

Gaio is the more important one!
Even if they buy a team with a rich history, without strong players, they will still find it difficult to achieve their goals.

but,

Once they have Gaio, and build the team around him, Abdullah and his superiors are confident they can assemble a top-tier competitive team.

Chatham had no idea what was going on.

When he saw Abdullah smile at him, he smiled back.

Faced with this kind of nouveau riche.

Just laugh.

They've spent a million euros in one go, so we have to treat them well!
As the stands gradually filled with fans.

The players from both sides re-entered the field.

No personnel changes have been made yet; however, fans can see that the expressions of the players on both sides are quite different.

Chelsea were clearly struggling.

Bastia, on the other hand, was very proud and valiant.

soon.

The players from both sides stood in the center circle, and the referee blew his whistle when the time was up.

drop! !

The TF1 commentator also chimed in, "Welcome back to Thesari Stadium!"

The second half whistle blew, and the decisive 45 minutes officially began!
Bastia returned with a dream 4-2 aggregate lead, and if they can hold onto this result, they can once again step onto the Europa League final stage.

Hagi Begitch will definitely demand that his disciples maintain an iron-fisted defense and use Gai and Lukaku's sharp blades to launch a counterattack and deliver a fatal blow to the opponent!
Chelsea have been pushed to the very edge of a cliff.

The opening scene.

Chelsea certainly showed a strong attacking desire.

however,
Less than ten minutes into the game, a whistle blew, instantly chilling the hearts of Chelsea fans.

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Attached image: The actual Thesari Stadium↓↓

(End of this chapter)