The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 338 The legend has been forged, history unfolds tonight!
The last ten minutes or so.

After seeing Jesus make a substitution, Hajibejic also made a substitution, replacing two players, Palmiri and Angula.

These two veterans have completely given their all today.

They brought on Klose and Mane.

According to HagiBegić, this is also the future of Bastia. Although it's pretty much garbage time now, letting them experience the atmosphere of the final will be beneficial to their future development.

When Palmiri and Anguilla left the field, the Bastia fans applauded them.

Especially Angula.

Anguilla's performance this season has been remarkable; he's an absolute tough guy, after all, he's a Muay Thai practitioner and a veteran who fought his way from the French National League to the Europa League title.

The ceiling isn't high, but the floor of the team has been maintained.

They were completely outplayed by Bale against Tottenham, but they were also able to perform their defensive duties in many important matches.

Palmiri, upon his return, was equally diligent.

Bastia admires geniuses.

I also admire ordinary players who give their all for this jersey.

After seeing both sides make personnel adjustments, the commentator said, "The result of this match may be decided after these adjustments. Congratulations to Bastia, they are only ten minutes away from their first European championship trophy in their century-long history."

Bastia fans sang and danced at the scene.

The song, carried by the evening breeze of Amsterdam, drifted towards the North Sea, then southwards, reaching the Mediterranean Sea.

It mingled with the singing from the Bastia Cesar Stadium.

"Throughout the long years, people will sing its praises."

The Great Achievements of the Blue Bastia
Because you have no fear

Controlling the trajectory of the football
"Impossible" does not belong to Bastia.

All the people of Bastia, in different places, at the same time, shared the same feelings, celebrating this incredible night together.

The match is nearing its end, and Bastia, with a large lead, continues to control the pace of the game.

They did not give up the attack.

Mane even had a decent shot after cutting inside, but unfortunately it went slightly wide, though it still gave the Bastia fans in the stadium another pleasant surprise.

Because of Mane, they can see that he is a talented player, no wonder he was Bastia's most expensive signing in the summer transfer window.

This is the future!
He may not reach the heights of Gaio, but he is definitely capable of becoming Bastia's next key winger.

Time flies.

Many people were watching the time, waiting for it to end.

but,

At the 85-minute mark.

Gaião received the ball with his back to goal at the right edge of the penalty area, and was immediately surrounded by Melgarejo, Rodrygo and Luisão.

Instead of passing the ball back, Gaio flicked it backward with his right foot, turned swiftly, and used his explosive power to force his way past Melgarejo!
He used his body to forcefully create a gap!
This is the power of rage!

Power and speed both improved!

This was also the last time Gaio pushed himself to his physical limit.

Louisiana immediately stepped in to defend, blocking his inside cut.

Gaio feigned a strong run to the byline, but then cleverly flicked the ball back with his heel at the moment of contact, passing it to the right-back Klose, who had just come on as a substitute and was making a full run forward.

Then it immediately surged forward at high speed.

Klose understood immediately and crossed the ball without hesitation.

The football drew a low, flat arc, flying towards the right edge of the penalty area!

Gaio had already made a high-speed run into position and jumped up, attempting to head the ball directly at the goal.

However, he failed to connect properly; his forehead only grazed the bottom of the ball, and the header went completely off course!
When Gaio felt the ball overhead, he instantly knew that his header was no match for Gaio's; he had completely misjudged the ball.

however,
This seemingly failed header turned into a brilliant cross that flew towards the center!

It flew right over the heads of all the defenders between Gaio and the center, and fell towards the edge of the penalty area.

Like a beast that has smelled blood, Lukaku quickly broke free of the defense, leaped high, stretched his body in the air, and smashed the ball into the net with a powerful header!
6-0!

After scoring, Lukaku excitedly ran towards Gaio, pointing at him with a big laugh and saying, "That assist was absolutely brilliant!"

Gaio spread his hands, revealing a bright smile that was both funny and exasperated, tinged with a bit of relief.

He was a little embarrassed and explained, "I was trying to block the door, but it sputtered."

De Bruyne rushed up, laughing wildly as he frantically ruffled Gaio's hair from behind, yelling excitedly in his ear, "You little brat! A hat-trick of assists?! Are you God?!"

Kante emerged from the crowd, grinning broadly—a rare sight—and lightly pounded Lukaku's chest with his fist. "Romero! The sixth! The sixth! They're completely finished!"

The substitute goalkeeper and staff even rushed in from outside the field to join the jubilant crowd!

In the center of the crowd, Lukaku, with his arm around Gaio's neck, excitedly shouted to all his teammates, "This guy says he misjudged the header! Do you believe him?! That's clearly a god-level cross from behind!"

A burst of laughter and even louder jeers erupted from the surrounding area.

Surrounded by his teammates, Gaio still wore that bright, wry smile. He finally gave up explaining, raised his hands high, and accepted this beautiful misunderstanding.

Everyone was smiling.

They were celebrating their impending championship with unbridled abandon!
When Gaio saw this, a strange emotion welled up inside him. At this moment, tactics, scores, and records no longer mattered.

Importantly, this group of people collectively created and witnessed an incredible period of history.

now,

The commentator's voice trembled with extreme shock, almost cracking, filled with disbelief and amazement—

"Goal! 6-0! Unbelievable! Incredible! This will go down in history!"
Bastia has performed an unprecedented miracle!
The 6-0 scoreline is not only the biggest score in a single final since the Europa League was restructured, but also an unprecedented display of terrifying dominance in the entire history of European finals!

Let's look back at history: In the history of the Europa League and its predecessor, the UEFA Cup, even the record for the aggregate score of a two-legged final is only Juventus' 6-1 victory over Borussia Dortmund in the 1992/93 season!

Bastia, on the other hand, scored a whopping 6 goals in just 90 minutes!
They raised the number of goals and the severity of the final to a staggering new height that is unprecedented and unlikely to be repeated!
And at the very core of all this is Jan Gaio!

A hat-trick of goals!

A hat-trick of assists!

He was involved in all six goals in the final! He is the first player in Europa League history to score a hat-trick in a final, and even the first in the history of all European club competition finals!
Tonight, he's a walking record-crushing machine!

Look at the Benfica players; their eyes are empty, and their fighting spirit has been completely destroyed.

This was not a competition; it was a complete, crushing, and historic execution!

Hagi Begic's team left their opponents with not a shred of dignity or hope.

They used the most brutal methods to announce the birth of a new king, and also utterly crushed the pride of a century-old family on the grass of Amsterdam.

This is a night that belongs to Bastia!

A night that belongs to France, to Corsica!

It was also a night that belonged to Jan Gaio!
Many years later, when people talk about the Europa League and the final, they will surely remember this score, this night, and this invincible super striker!
The legend has been forged, and history is being made tonight!

As the Bastia players celebrated, the two coaches on the sidelines, and the Benfica camp on and off the field, seemed to be separated into different dimensions of time and space—one side an erupting volcano, the other a frozen graveyard.

Hagi Begic waved his fists wildly and raised his arms at the Bastia fans in the stands, roaring with rage.

At this moment, the old man seemed to have rediscovered the passion he had for playing football when he was young.

His face was rosy, and his breathing was extremely rapid.

excited!

So excited!

Chatham couldn't help but rush out of the tunnel to hug the players on the bench, and even ran over to hug Hagi Begic.

Both of them were roaring, without saying anything specific.

At this moment, there is only pure emotional release!

Everyone knows how incredible this championship is for a small island team.

Bastia once had the exceptionally talented Papi, but unfortunately, they fell short.

And this time,
They have an even more talented Gaio!
The mission is finally accomplished!

Jesus, sitting quietly beside him, remained seated.

One more goal or one less goal makes no difference to him; this was a complete defeat for Benfica.

He tried to adjust his mindset and accept the fact.

The Benfica players on the field had completely vacant eyes, standing still as if even breathing was a mechanical instinct.

This is a huge blow!
Someone stood with their hands on their hips, head bowed low, staring blankly at the grass beneath their feet, as if trying to find the answer within it.

Some people stared blankly at the Bastia players who were celebrating wildly, their faces expressionless, only a numb blank.

When they conceded the sixth ball, their shoulders didn't even twitch as much as when they conceded the fifth.

Whether there are one more or one less player, or whether they concede one less or one more ball, it has lost all meaning for them.

They were simply passively waiting for the final whistle to sound, waiting for this public execution to end.

The deep red area in the stands was as silent as a ruin that had just been ravaged by a catastrophe.

The immense sense of shame has surpassed the scope of grief.

People slumped in their seats, some with hunched backs, others with their heads tilted back and eyes closed, like prisoners awaiting trial.

Flags and scarves were left abandoned on the ground, untouched.

Occasionally, a child would tug at their parents' clothes and ask a question, only to be met with an empty gaze and a numb shake of the head.

Their faith was completely shattered during this 90-minute match.

At this moment, from Amsterdam to Corsica, the emotions of all Bastia fans were completely ignited, plunging them into an unprecedented, almost religiously fanatical collective frenzy!
The scene was filled with thunderous celebrations.

One fan, tears streaming down his face, roared towards the stadium, "A double hat-trick! My God! He's our God!"

The die-hard Ultras members in the stands have completely gone crazy!

They frantically tossed scarves, even their own jerseys, into the air, let them fall, and then threw them back up again.

A jubilant blue ocean!
On Corsica, the celebrations at the Thesari Stadium are even more primal, with the roar of the fans being incredibly powerful. Beer sprays from every corner of the stands into the night sky like fountains, creating a golden, dreamlike effect under the lights.

A father lifted his young child high above his head and cried out to the giant screen, "Look closely, my child! That's our hero! The hero of Bastia!"

Soon, the fans all began to imitate Gaio's signature goal celebration – spreading his arms wide, head held high, and accepting worship!

The entire stadium was perfectly aligned!

The most touching scene took place in the South Stand: a group of elderly fans with white hair helped each other to their seats, and they tremblingly held up a huge banner that simply read: "1978-2013: Bastia are the European champions!"

At this moment, the regret that spanned 35 years has finally been completely resolved!

The game is not over yet.

But no Bastia fans could focus on the spectacle; they were celebrating wildly.

The leaders of the Bastia city government have already begun planning a celebratory parade for Bastia's victory.

They were also thinking about how to maximize the use of this wave of popularity to increase Bastia's visibility and boost tourism revenue.

When the 90th minute arrived, Keppers did not add any more stoppage time.

The match was ended in a very humane manner.

Continuing like this will be torture for Benfica players and fans alike.

drop--!!!!

The heavenly final whistle blew!

The game is over!
In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and then it was completely swallowed up by an emotional tsunami that tore through time and space and had been accumulating for thirty-five years!
The moment the whistle blew, all the Bastia players on the field seemed to have lost all their strength, or as if they had been injected with boiling lava, and frantically rushed towards the nearest teammate!

Goalkeeper Martinez sprinted from the penalty area to the center circle, collapsing heavily to his knees on the grass, pounding the ground with his fists and letting out a beast-like roar, before being overwhelmed by his teammates rushing towards him.

Gaio was held tightly by De Bruyne and Lukaku on either side, and the three of them collapsed onto the grass like conjoined twins. De Bruyne laughed and shouted repeatedly in Gaio's ear, "You did it! You madman! You did it!" Lukaku pressed down on them with his huge body and let out a deafening cheer.

Veteran Rothen did not join the young players in their pyramid; instead, he walked slowly alone towards the corner flag, his back to the sea of ​​revelry, his shoulders trembling violently.

He knelt on the ground, his arms outstretched, gazing at the sky, tears streaming silently down his face, yet he wore a smile.

this moment,
He, who was once also highly regarded and hailed as a genius player, has made peace with himself.

His career was perfect.

Champions League runner-up, Europa League champion, and several Ligue 1 titles. Most importantly, after years of wandering, he finally found his true self and the joy of playing football on this Mediterranean island, which is far removed from the French mainland.

A teammate came over and gave him a high-five in celebration.

the other side,
Kante was embraced by a group of substitutes, his signature shy smile replaced by an overwhelming sense of happiness.

At the moment the whistle blew, head coach Hagi Bejic's tense body suddenly swayed, and he quickly reached out to hold onto the roof of the substitutes' bench to steady himself.

Instead of rushing into the arena, he slowly crouched down and covered his face tightly with his hands.

The assistant coaches saw his broad back heaving violently.

A few seconds later, he suddenly stood up, tears streaming down his red eyes, but he was laughing loudly, hugging the coaching staff who rushed over and pounding each other's backs.

The team doctor, physiotherapist, and equipment manager all rushed into the field from the tunnel entrance, joining the players in tears and laughter.

An elderly team doctor rushed onto the field and hugged Gaio tightly, repeatedly saying, "Good boy! Good boy!"

The voice was choked.

After celebrating wildly with his players on the field, Chatham became overwhelmed with emotion and slowly slid to the ground.

He buried his head deep in his knees, gripping his hair tightly with both hands, his whole body trembling.

for a long time,

He raised his head, his face already covered in tears, yet a radiant, almost childlike smile bloomed on his face.

He spoke softly to the air, "We did it."

Klose, the young player who indirectly contributed an assist after just coming on as a substitute, was completely dumbfounded.

He stood there, stunned, covering his face with his hands, peering through his fingers at the frenzied scene around him, his body trembling slightly from the overwhelming excitement.

He couldn't believe that he was in the fifth tier of leagues last season and now he was a European champion!
Veteran Rothen spotted him, strode over, and pulled him into a tight embrace, vigorously ruffling his hair and shouting, "Kid! You're a champion now!"

Klose then burst into tears, hugging his senior tightly around the waist, crying like a child.

And then there's Van Dijk, Mane, and so on—all the Bastia players were caught up in their own emotions, unable to extricate themselves.

This match will completely rewrite their careers.

As the fans and players celebrated, the commentators' voices rang out simultaneously.

The commentator's voice was incredibly passionate:
"The match is over! It's over! It's over! My God! History has been made! A miracle has occurred! Bastia are the champions! They are the kings of Europe!"
6-0!

This is a score that should make all Bastia fans tremble!

A European final!
A decisive showdown!
Bastia, in the most cruel, perfect, and unbelievable way, utterly shattered Benfica, all the doubts, and 35 years of regret!
This was an epic underdog comeback that spanned the entire season!

But please remember, this is no accident!

Let's look back at this bloody and tearful road to the top – in the group stage, they trampled the giants Atletico Madrid underfoot and advanced as group winners!
In the knockout stage, they crushed the corpses of European powerhouses like Tottenham, Inter Milan, Basel, and Chelsea!
Until tonight, in the final, they used a humiliating 6-0 victory, the most brutal final in history, to nail Benfica to the pillar of shame!

This isn't luck, it's skill!

This is destiny! This is the declaration of a king's arrival!

The author of all this epic has only one name—Yan Gaio!

This former loser has accomplished one of the greatest prodigal son comebacks in football history!
Last season, he made his professional league debut and in less than half a season, he led Bastia to a double title in Ligue 2 and the French Cup with 27 goals, miraculously returning to Ligue 1!
This season, he has reached a new level!

He didn't stop, but instead swept through the French Super Cup and Ligue 1 title with even more terrifying efficiency, and tonight—this weighty Europa League title!

A hat-trick in the final! A hat-trick of assists! Directed six goals!
He is the first player in Europa League history to score a double hat-trick in a final!

Thirty-five years ago, Bastia shed bitter tears on Dutch soil; thirty-five years later, in the same country, they achieved the greatest revenge with the ultimate victory!
This trophy belongs not only to the warriors on the field, but also to all the Corsican souls who never gave up!

From Ligue 2 to the top of Europe, it only took two years!

From an orphan to the greatest player in European history, it only took him two years!
This is not a fairy tale; it is a vivid and exhilarating reality co-written by Jan Gaio and Bastia!
The championship belongs to Bastia!

Let's pay tribute to the greatest underdog miracle in football history! Let's pay tribute to this most brilliant prodigal son's return!

Goodnight, Amsterdam!

Goodnight, this night that should have been a crazy, football-filled night.

The narration was broadcast all over the world.

Many of them developed a greater interest in Bastia, and especially in Gaio.

This summer window is destined to be a summer window of turbulent undercurrents.

The emergence of such a footballing superstar in Ligue 1 is bound to spark a fierce competition.

FP finally made up his mind. This time, he didn't want to listen to Zidane. He wanted to get involved and wanted to bring in Gaio.

The best players should be at Real Madrid.

Meanwhile, in Barcelona, ​​another key city in Spain, people are also paying attention to Gaio.

In England, there are even more such ideas.

Many people know that Gaio's father and agent has been active in England, which they see as a sign that Gaio will definitely play in the Premier League.

Not many French Ligue 1 stars have achieved success in the Premier League.

But it was also a place of great renown.

Especially that invincible Arsenal team back then, with Henry, Pires, and Vieira.

Of course, there's also the controversial Manchester United king, Cantona.

Now, many people believe that Gaião has a high probability of succeeding in the Premier League.

The only question is, who will get him?

Netherlands.

The Amsterdam stands had transformed into a surging blue ocean!

The vocals in "Allez Bastia" are no longer singing, but a roar of tens of thousands of people with their vocal cords torn apart!

The faces of the elderly, young men and women, and children were a mixture of the wildest smiles and the most torrential tears.

Thesari Stadium, Corsica.

When the final whistle blew through the live broadcast, the stadium seemed to ignite instantly!
The shouts of the fans gathered in the stadium even drowned out the on-site announcements, and fireworks rose simultaneously from every corner of the stands, turning the night sky blue!

Strangers embraced and jumped wildly, beer and tears flew in the air, and the whole island shook and boiled!

Thirty-five years of waiting, thirty-five years of regret, all ignited, sublimated, and exploded at this moment!
Bastia, this team from the small island, has finally etched their name into the hall of European football in the most glorious way!

As the initial frenzy of celebration subsided, Gaio broke free from his teammates' embrace.

He walked slowly toward the Bastia loyalist stand, his steps steady, as if echoing the past. Blue light fell on his sweat-drenched shoulders.

He stopped near the penalty area line, facing the boiling, tearful blue ocean, and suddenly opened his arms!
This action was like a silent command—the entire Amsterdam Arena erupted in a unified, sky-ripping roar:

"Geo! Geo!!"

"we are the champion!"

"Bastia is the European champion!!"

The broadcast cameras were glued to his close-up.

Sweat dripped from his hair, mingling with the faint glimmer of tears in the corners of his eyes.

He pursed his lips, his jawline taut, but his eyes burned with an almost scorching light—there was weariness, release, and an unquestionable, supreme calm.

He raised his head slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping over every corner of the stands, as if trying to etch every frenzied face into the depths of his memory.

His chest heaved violently, and his left hand pounded heavily on the Bastia team emblem on his chest—each slap elicited a thunderous roar in response!
at this moment,
He is no longer just a player, but a living monument, a walking legend.

At the Thesari Stadium in Corsica, when a close-up of Gaio appears on a giant screen.

Everyone simultaneously raised their arms, pointed at him on the screen, and roared in Corsican dialect: "Our Yang! Our King!"

In Niaoquan Town, at the small bar next to the quarry where he grew up.

Everyone stood up at the same time, raising their glasses high, the cheap beer foam splashing everywhere. They shouted their loudest, most boisterous shouts at the familiar figure on the television screen: "Yang! Well done!"

this moment,
Gaio stood there, arms outstretched like a cross, bearing the weight of all glory, tears, and history.

With his own presence, he brought together a team, an island, and a dream spanning thirty-five years.

At this moment, he is Bastia's past, present, and future.

He is Jan Gaio—

A name that made all of Europe take notice, a son of France who rose from the quarry to the pinnacle of Europe!

(End of this chapter)