The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 330 Let France Hear Our Voice

When the halftime whistle blew.

Cesar reached a new boiling point, with a deafening roar.

tonight,

This must be the happiest night for Bastia fans.

Even for the most ardent fans, this joy surpasses any other moment in their lives.

They firmly believe that witnessing Bastia win the Ligue 1 title at home is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The Bastia players entered the locker room one after another, each with an undisguised smile on their face, their lips curving upwards involuntarily.

The players slapped each other on the shoulders and back, shouting in various languages ​​– “Fantastic!” “Well done!” “Unbelievable!”

Gaio's hair was constantly being ruffled by his teammates. He was the captain of Bastia and had brought this championship to Bastia!
Someone was excitedly waving a towel;

Someone excitedly ripped off their soaking wet jersey, threw it on the ground, and shouted, "We are the champions!"

Several young players even imitated Gaio's celebration, laughing heartily.

The cheers, whistles, and excited roars nearly lifted the roof off.

Everyone's face was filled with immense, undisguised joy and pride, their smiles dazzlingly bright.

The atmosphere was lively but not chaotic.

In the center of this boiling atmosphere, Haji Begichi stood quietly, his gaze sweeping over every excited face, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

He didn't speak immediately, but let the fervent emotions surge freely for a moment.

Then he slowly raised his hands and pressed them down in a gesture of quiet.

He wore a proud smile and spoke in a steady voice, "Alright, listen to me."

When Haji Begichi spoke, everyone stopped and looked at him, but they couldn't hide the smiles on their faces.

"Those 45 minutes! You played the most perfect half in Bastia's 108-year history! 3-0, we can say the suspense is over!"

His gaze swept over each starting player, especially Gaio, "Young, Ngolo, Kevin, the three of you, you won't be on the court in the second half."

All three of them nodded.

They knew that with such a score, the team would definitely need to conserve their energy for next week's Europa League final.

Hagi Bejic added with a laugh, "I know the rules. Taking off the starters at halftime is no different than popping champagne at halftime."

He shrugged, his gaze sweeping over all the players. "But today, I'm going to break that rule, because even if Montpellier manages to pull back three goals—"

He paused deliberately, a mocking expression on his face, "There's no extra time in the league, and certainly no penalty shootouts."

A 3-3 draw?

enough!

We are still the champions!

A knowing laugh and whistles erupted in the locker room.

Haji Begitch pressed his hands down and said again, "So, for the last forty-five minutes, hold on, and then—"

He swept his gaze across the locker room once more.

Everyone's face was filled with anticipation. He laughed heartily, "Then celebrate to your heart's content, let France hear our voice, we are the champions!"

Haha!

The players laughed as soon as he said that.

Even Gaio couldn't stay calm in a situation like this; who wouldn't want to be the one to make history?

They did it!
"we are the champion!!"

The halftime passed quickly.

Hagi Bejic did not immediately make a substitution at halftime, but waited until they walked out of the player tunnel and onto the pitch.

What awaits us is once again the vibrant blue ocean of Bastia!
TF1 commentators said, "Welcome back to the Stadio de la Cerro ...
A score of 3-0 essentially means that the suspense of winning the championship has been completely killed.

Bastia's hand has firmly grasped the Ligue 1 championship trophy they have waited 108 years for!

right now,

The entire island of Corsica held its breath, waiting for the final whistle to fall and for history to be frozen in time!

drop!
The whistle sounded.

The game continued, but Montpellier did not show any determination to win. They continued with similar tactics to the first half, retreating across the board.

Or perhaps they were waiting for the game to end.

And during the first dead ball situation, less than three minutes later, Bastia made a substitution.

Three players were substituted at once!
Gaião, De Bruyne, Kante.

Suddenly,

Everyone in the stadium stood up and applauded, the enthusiastic applause and cheers merging together.

"We see that Hagibis has begun to make substitutions, with three key players, Gaio, De Bruyne, and Kante, being replaced on the field."

They received the highest honor of a standing ovation from the entire stadium! They deserved it!

The TF1 commentator exclaimed, "Especially Jan Gaio!"
This match saw the 46th goal of the season!
He not only made history, but also forever etched himself into the legendary hall of Bastia club and even French football.

From this day forward, his name will be integrated with this stadium and this city, becoming a monument for future generations to look up to!
The time that follows will be a celebration for Bastia fans, a chance for them to fully express their hard work and anticipation throughout the season.

For the players on the field, their task is now only one: to hold onto this huge advantage and bring this great season to a perfect close!
Enjoy these last 45 minutes!
Enjoy every minute and second as the champion is about to be crowned!
Tonight, Bastia will be ablaze with passion for football, burning with the spirit of history!

Gaio exits.

He then gave a high-five to Vincent, Ellen, and Clos, who were about to appear.

He also gave Haji Begichi a hug.

He walked toward the bench, waving to the stands in all directions.

He also saw Pierre and others behind the bench. Lupp waved excitedly at him and shouted "Yang!"

Beside them were Chatham, Jeronimi, and others, whose faces were already flushed.

Gaio returned to the bench.

De Bruyne sat down next to him, casually draped a towel over his shoulder, and looked at the one-sided game on the field and the boisterous stands. "To be honest," he said, "I'm already starting to wonder what the champagne in the locker room tastes like."

Gaio laughed, "What's the rush? Let them run a bit more. But you, that long-range shot just now almost knocked out the old man's dentures."

De Bruyne chuckled. "He miskicked," he suddenly lowered his voice. "Want to bet? Romelu will definitely be the first one to rush up and grab the trophy."

The two men looked at Lukaku, who was pressing him fiercely on the field, and burst out laughing in unison.

"We'll talk about it after we win."

"We won long ago."

On the field.

The pace of the game suddenly slowed down, and neither side had many opportunities. But at this moment, not many people cared about the situation anymore; most people were waiting for the whistle to blow.

In the 78th minute,
Bastia patiently passed the ball around in the attacking third, and after several passes, the ball unexpectedly slipped into the space slightly to the left of the edge of the penalty arc.

Fan Shang, who came on as a substitute, was making runs when he saw the ball rolling toward him, and he had almost no time to think.

This Corsican boy, a midfielder nurtured by the Bastia youth academy, met the incoming ball, took a step, and decisively unleashed a powerful shot with his rarely used left foot!

The football, like a cannonball, traced a low, flat arc and precisely nestled into the bottom right corner of the goal.

Despite his desperate dive, Pioneer was too far away to reach it!

4-0!

After scoring, Van Shang seemed to freeze in place for a moment.

He stood there, frozen, his hands slightly raised, his eyes wide with disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend what he had just done.

A second later, an overwhelming ecstasy surged through his body like an electric current!
He first turned around frantically and charged toward the die-hard fans' stand, roaring all the way!

Along the way, he forcefully tore at the Bastia team emblem on his chest and kissed it again and again.

Tears welled up in my eyes almost during the sprint.

Upon reaching the stands, he clutched the team badge tightly to his chest and shouted with all his might, as if declaring to the world: "I am a child of this place! I belong here!"

His teammates flocked in from all directions. Instead of joking around as usual, they vigorously ruffled his hair and patted his back, their faces beaming with radiant smiles of immense relief and understanding.

They all knew what this goal meant for Vançon.

Since De Bruyne's arrival this season, Van Salvador has only had a little bit of substitute time in the second half, which is somewhat disappointing for the young man who started most of the season last year.

Fan Shang was helped up and hugged by his teammates, but he still couldn't stop crying.

He kept wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, but he couldn't dry them no matter what he did.

Those weren't tears of sorrow, but rather the extreme happiness of a dream coming true in the most perfect way.

He looked at the older fans in the stands who might have watched him grow up, as well as his parents and relatives, and then at the coaching bench, his eyes filled with gratitude.

At this moment in the stands,
Old Fan Shang and his wife were constantly applauded by the fans around them, and both of them were in tears.

Someone quickly draped a huge Bastia flag over the shoulders of the elderly Vincent and his wife, who were surrounded by enthusiastic fans, receiving the respect and joy shared by the entire stand.

Gai and his teammates on the bench were already standing on the sidelines, constantly applauding and cheering for Fan Shang.

Every player's effort deserves to be seen.

at last.

As the 90-minute mark approached, the referee made no move to add extra time.

Everyone is waiting.

An unprecedented, almost suffocating tension completely enveloped the entire Thesari stadium.

Tens of thousands of people in the stands were on edge.

Every heartbeat was clearly audible, and every breath was taken with utmost care.

The closer one gets to the finish line, the more that longing transforms into a tremendous, sweet torment, amplifying both anticipation and fear.

drop--!!

The moment the final whistle ripped through the air, the Thessaloniki stadium seemed to be silenced—a deathly silence for a fraction of a second, like the receding tide before a tsunami.

immediately,

The emotions that had been building up for 108 years erupted like a volcano!

The sound waves crashed onto the field like a real tsunami!

It instantly swallowed up the Corsican night sky.

The stands transformed into a boiling blue sea.

Countless scarves and flags waved wildly, creating a raging, overwhelming wave.

"Bastia!"

"Bastia is the champion!!"

An elderly man with white hair covered his face and wept, tears streaming from between his fingers; a young father lifted his child high and pointed to the stadium, shouting, "Remember this day!"; strangers hugged each other and pounded each other's backs, their faces wet with tears amidst the deafening roar of "Bastia are the champions."

The die-hard fans in the stands detonated the last weapon—

Dozens of blue smoke grenades were ignited simultaneously, and thick colored smoke descended like an epic curtain, enveloping the entire stadium in a dreamlike and fiery color.

Simultaneously,

After launching blue smoke grenades, they immediately unfurled a massive tifo, unlike anything ever seen at the Bastia stadium.

Big!
It's enormous!

It completely covered the entire die-hards' stand, including the corners of the stands on both sides, and then extended to the long stands on both sides.

The logo on the die-hard fans' stand features Gaio celebrating with his arms outstretched, and Bastia legends like Papi and Porter placing a crown on Gaio's head.

And around them were rows of trophies.

Gaio's back is in the center position.

Surrounding him are current players like Kanté and De Bruyne, and further to the side are former Bastia players. In the picture, they are all looking at Gaio in the center and at the championship trophies.

Each generation of players represents an era.

All the way to both sides of the long grandstand were patterns, almost too blurry to make out, and the time—

1905.

That was the year Bastia Football Club was founded!

The players from that time are long gone, but the teams they left behind have survived the long river of time.

And tonight, we'll reach the summit of France!

The enormous TIFO shook violently in the smoke, and the king in the portrait seemed to be crowned along with the entire audience.

The players rushed onto the field like blue meteors.

Some people slid on their knees, leaving long tracks on the grass; some lay on their backs, letting tears and sweat mingle freely; and many more embraced, weeping with joy.

Hagi Begic, surrounded by assistants and players on the sidelines, clenched his fists and trembled slightly. His gaze pierced through the smoke that filled the stadium, as if he were watching a century-long period finally come to a perfect end.

The Montpellier players left the field in silence amidst the clamor, like rocks left behind at low tide, quickly swallowed up by the surging blue waves.

This is not the end of a race, but the culmination of a century-long voyage.

The trophy has not yet been raised, but the champion has already been crowned.

In every tear, in every roar, in every inch of the night sky scorched by blue fireworks.

The heart of Corsica is pounding wildly for football right now!
"Bastia is the champion!"

(End of this chapter)