stuck on you || draxler

trente et un

three years later
23 janvier 2020

Whoever thought it was a good idea to have the PSG men's team play against PSG Féminines for a exhibition match is crazy.

First of all, you have very different players on all spectrums playing two very different games. The men play football their way like it have been for God knows how many years, and the women play a completely different game. It's just not going to fit. The so-called "flashy" moves of the men which are literally just composed of step overs and nutmegs and the pressuring, quick, physical aspects of the women won't pair up well.

Second of all, the players. Men vs women. What could go wrong? they said.

The answer is: everything.

You have starters Dani Alves, Kylian Mbappé, and fucking Neymar up top against Marie-Laure Delie, Jennifer Hermoso, and Érika, Trapp up against Kiedrzynek. The best of Europe going against each other in a match being watched by thousands in Parc des Princes, in the same city both teams represent. Things would either go very smoothly, or go very bad, there is no in between.

But of course, the biggest problems arising from the match would be the fact that Julian Draxler and Marcelle Vaugrenard would be going against each other on the field rather than having the other watch from the stands.

You have two people who absolutely love the sport, who know how the other plays, and a of course, love each other, but putting them up against each other? It was a match awaiting for madness.

Initially, there was nothing wrong with the match. Both sides agreed it was a good way to get some practice and condition themselves back into the habit of playing. Even Marcelle and Julian weren't bothered by it.

The starting lineup for PSG was: Trapp; Kurzawa, Marquinhos, Silva, Meunier; Di Maria, Rabiot, Verratti; Draxler, Cavani, Neymar. For PSG Féminines, is was: Kiedrzynek; Érika, Berglund, Perisset Boulleau; Diallo, Geyoro, Formiga, Bouquete; Delie, Vaugrenard.

Both had a pretty strong line up for an exhibition match, but it was match between the French giants of football. With that being said, if any of them lost with a score worse than 2-0, then it would truly be a little humiliating. Everyone would be watching. This was Paris, after all.

So when kick off occurred, the atmosphere was friendly. Everyone was cheering Allez, Paris! regardless of which team they were rooting for.

This truly was a magical sport.

However, near the end of the first half, tensions really started to rise on pitch, and Perriset and Kurzawa really did have to throw in some slide tackles in order to stop the other from scoring. Possession of the ball was evenly distributed between both teams, making this a very close match between two very good teams.

More specifically, you had Marcelle literally megging Julian when passing it back to Formiga. The poor boy had been sent back to the attacking midfield position and attempted to defend Marcelle for three seconds. Marcelle 1-0 Julian.

Second half, eighty-seventh minute—Marcelle scores after Perriset clears the ball into PSG territory, shooting it right into the corner of the net, making the score 1-0.

This was kind of embarrassing for the men. The first instinct was to drive and force the ball, passing hastily until they had a draw. But it was only enough for a corner kick which Kiedrzynek saved with no difficulty, and that was the match.

PSG had lost to PSG Féminines right in front of a home crowd. They literally got their asses beat by a bunch of badass women who really knew how to play really good football.