Paris Saint-Germain vs Inter Milan free bets: Claim yours for Saturday's Champions League final
Saturday night marks the culmination of the European football season, with the Champions League final between Paris Saint-Germain and Inter Milan at the Allianz Arena (kick-off, 8pm BST). Here are the best betting offers for the big match in Munich.
As ever, there is a wide range of generous betting offers available from online bookmakers for this showpiece event.
These promotions give punters plenty of opportunities to profit from what promises to be an intriguing match.
PSG are aiming to win the Champions League for the first time in their history, with no French side having triumphed in this competition since Marseille beat AC Milan in the 1992-93 season. They have eliminated Liverpool, Aston Villa and Arsenal in the knockout rounds to reach the final.
Inter have been crowned champions of Europe on three occasions. But with the last of those wins coming in 2009-10, they too will be eager to get their hands on the famous trophy and make up for losing to Manchester City in the 2023 final.
For a match in which PSG are rated as the favourites, but Inter have the pedigree, bettors will be looking for an edge and the range of betting offers available will help them to find one.
Betting sites roll out their most generous offers and promotions for big football matches and they don't come any bigger than a Champions League final.
A common promotion for such occasions is a boosted odds deal. Regular users of betting sites will be able to find an array of bets with enhanced prices, but it is new customers who can reap the most generous rewards.
Bookmakers will tempt new sign-ups by massively boosting the odds for a team to win the game. For example, a team who are priced at evens (1/1) to win would be available at 40/1 for new customers.
Typically, such deals limit bets to a £1 stake, with any winnings beyond the regular odds being paid out as free bets.
Take a look at the table above to discover the numerous Champions League betting offers available.
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