Giant banners give volume to the dream of the Parisians in the Parc des Princes, before they face the surprising Borussia Dortmund, who pale in the Bundesliga and shine in the Champions League. There are many disappointments for Qatar and its headquarters in Paris, that team that dazzles some with the brilliance of its stars and infuriates others with His Majesty's introduction of the dollar as a passport in football. Thirteen seasons already of colonization without the biggest prize, the Champions League.
The match starts with the thunderous wind of PSG as they board. It is Luis Enrique's famous recipe that goes to the bucket with a little more force than those dying sequences of the national team without any intention. PSG puts pressure on the Germans, harasses the goalkeeper at the exit of the game, recovers quickly, takes the dance to its extremes, with Mbappé and Dembelé appearing threatening.
All that longing, that liturgy acquired with age, sediment and bitterness, is transferred to the grass, where Luis Enrique's team sets the pace in fifteen minutes of energy and movement. Dortmund resists the attack, partly because Mbappé does not lean to the left, his favorite position. Dembelé is also working on a varied portion of successes Right Achrafnothing to do with the team that amazed at the 2022 World Cup. It is an intimidation with tails, bursts of enthusiasm that do not match the game.
Borussia Dortmund exposes its plan. Cholista defense, quick counter attacks, balls to Jadon Sancho to squeeze his skill and centering into the pot, where Fullkrug distributes play with his back to Donnarumma with unusual skill.
The German chances come, Adeyemi, Ryerson and again Adeyemi in the best effort: a slalom of perfect driving that takes out Donnarumma with a sweep down the field. At least in the first half, the evening's stoppage, one before and after, could have changed the tie.
Like a spring, PSG replicates the header for an Imperial Vitinha The whole game. He does it with Mbappé, who leaves soft positions to raise his finger. His first canoe descent ends with a high, poorly aimed shot from Dembelé. Then a shot from Fabián that bounced off a German and went straight past the goal.
The tie is marked, a dagger in Paris, with the head of Hummels. A song for the void, for the years of bitterness in Qatar at PSG. Only the central defender, Lucas Beraldo on the other side of the world, sheltered Donnarumma under the crossbar, afraid to impose his almost two meters, the goal destroys the spirit of PSG. It's not a semi-final, it's a journey without content outside the French league.
Mbappe, unimportant
Zaire-Emery had finished the post with a sound that conveyed some fear. Luis Enrique filled the field with attacking people, Marco Asensio, Barcola, Kang In Lee, while his opponent on the bench reinforced his idea of protection. One more defender, Sule, until it's done five in a row, sometimes six to defend that goal like a treasure. Mbappé sometimes had three defenders in his area, and as a striker he disappeared as the minutes passed. His influence on the game turned out to be little, too much laziness for the best player in the world.
Dortmund doesn't want to know anything about the game, its players suffer from constant dizziness, there are ten players behind the ball, Nuno Mendes shoots at the left post, Mbappé the star against the crossbar, Vitinha also hits the crossbar, four goals already, It is not the night that will save the world of petrodollars from its pain.