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3 hours ago
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Ex Bayern Munich Veteran Admits Inter Milan ‘Lacked Courage' In Champions League Final Defeat Vs PSG
Ex Bayern Munich Veteran Admits Inter Milan 'Lacked Courage' In Champions League Final Defeat Vs PSG Yann Sommer admits that Inter Milan 'lacked courage' in the Champions League final against PSG yesterday evening. The former Bayern Munich keeper reflected on the 5-0 defeat speaking to Sky Sport Italia, via FCInterNews. Advertisement Inter Milan did not just lose in yesterday's Champions League final against Paris Saint-Germain. The Nerazzurri conceded a shocking five goals. And at the other end of the pitch, there didn't look to be much chance of Inter finding the back of the net. On both and physical and a technical level, PSG just looked several steps ahead of Inter. The Nerazzurri showed their age and a bit of mental and physical fatigue. The result was nothing short of humiliation on the biggest stage in European football. Yann Sommer: 'Inter Lacked Courage' In Champions League Final Vs PSG MUNICH, GERMANY – APRIL 08: Yann Sommer of FC Internazionale reacts during the UEFA Champions League 2024/25 Quarter Final First Leg match between FC Bayern München and FC Internazionale Milano at Fussball Arena Muenchen on April 08, 2025 in Munich, Germany. (Photo by) After the final, Inter keeper Yann Sommer admitted that 'PSG deserved to win the match.' Advertisement 'They played a good match,' the 36-year-old went on. 'We didn't have courage,' Sommer admitted. 'From the first minute, we allowed them too much space between the lines,' he added. 'So it's tough, we didn't do well at all.' Meanwhile, Sommer also expressed the view that even with the scoreline in their defeat to PSG in the final, it wasn't all bad for Inter this season. 'I'm disappointed,' said the Swiss goalkeeper. 'But also proud of this team that had a great Champions League campaign.' 'Clearly losing by 5-0 in a Champions League final is too much,' Sommer made clear.
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7 hours ago
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Inter captain Lautaro doubtful for 2nd leg of Champions League semifinals due to injury
BARCELONA, Spain (AP) — Inter Milan captain Lautaro Martínez had to be substituted at halftime in the first leg of his team's Champions League semifinal against Barcelona on Wednesday and is unlikely to recover in time for the return match next week. Lautaro looked distraught and in pain as he started hobbling shortly before halftime. The Argentina World Cup winner managed to play out the final seconds of the first half but didn't come out after the break. Advertisement The forward was replaced by Mehdi Taremi and the rollercoaster match ended in a 3-3 draw. 'I hope we don't lose Lautaro but I have my doubts,' Inter coach Simone Inzaghi said. 'It will be very difficult to have him for the return match. Probably we'll play without our captain.' Lautaro has scored 21 goals and added six assists for Inter across all competitions this season. The score was 2-2 at halftime after Barcelona rallied from going two goals behind. Marcus Thuram, who was returning from injury, and Denzel Dumfries had put Inter 2-0 up inside 21 minutes but Lamine Yamal scored a stunning goal and Ferran Torres leveled for Barcelona in the 38th minute. Advertisement Dumfries doubled his tally after the break but Raphinha's strike hit the crossbar and ricocheted in off Inter goalkeeper Yann Sommer moments later. The second leg will be next Tuesday in Milan. The winner will face either Paris Saint-Germain or Arsenal in Munich on May 31. PSG beat Arsenal 1-0 in London on Tuesday in their first match. ___ AP soccer: The Associated Press
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7 hours ago
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Champions League final: PSG thrash Inter to win their first title
A wide view of the Allianz Arena before kick-off. The three-time European champions Internazionale face never-before-winners PSG. Photograph: Christina Pahnke/sampics/Corbis/Getty Images Javier Pastore and Javier Zanetti, former PSG and Inter players respectively, walk out with the Champions League trophy. Photograph: Michael Regan/Uefa/Getty Images Inter fans make some noise, hoping their team can go one better than the 2023 final, when they lost 1-0 to Manchester City. Photograph:PSG captain Marquinhos enters the pitch with his teammates before kick-off. Photograph: Martin Meissner/AP Inter are wearing their third kit – all yellow. Photograph:After 12 minutes, PSG's Achraf Hakimi finds himself free in the box following a lightning quick exchange of passes … Photograph: Friedemann Vogel/EPA And Hakimi slots the ball calmly past Inter Milan keeper Yann Sommer to make it 1-0. Photograph: Peter Cziborra/Reuters The goalscorer, a former Inter player, celebrates apologetically with Ousmane Dembélé. Photograph: Matthias Schräder/AP PSG's Désiré Doué hammers a volley towards goal which deflects off Inter's Federico Dimarco and into the net. Photograph: Luca Bruno/AP Yann Sommer is helpless as the ball flies past him. 2-0 to PSG, 10 minutes in. Photograph: Getty Images The PSG manager, Luis Enrique, celebrates on the touchline. Photograph:Marcus Thuram wastes a rare chance for Inter as the first half ends 2-0 to PSG. Photograph: Kirill Kudryavtsev/AFP/Getty Images After a lovely backheel from Ousmane Dembélé on the halfway line, PSG break clinically and Désiré Doué scores his team's third goal. Photograph:Désiré Doué celebrates in front of the PSG fans; his second goal has well and truly ended Inter's hopes. Photograph: Maja Hitij/Uefa/Getty Images PSG fans are in dreamland. Photograph: Michael Probst/AP PSG fans are watching their team in a Champions League final for the first time – their 2020 defeat to Bayern Munich was played behind closed doors. Photograph:In the 73rd minute, Khvicha Kvaratskhelia strides free and curls a fourth goal in at the near post … Photograph: Friedemann Vogel/EPA And becomes the first Georgian player to scorein a Champions League final. Photograph: Franck Fife/AFP/Getty Images Francesco Acerbi, Alessandro Bastoni and Yann Sommer of Inter Milan look dejected. Photograph: Robbie Jay Barratt/AMA/Getty Images Another slick exchange in the box and PSG academy boy Senny Mayulu slams home the fifth. Photograph: Stéphanie Lecocq/Reuters Look at the joy on the teenager's face. Photograph:At the final whistle, PSG's substitutes pour on to the pitch. Photograph:Inter's players are bereft. Their incredible run to the final has ended in a painful defeat. Photograph: Peter Cziborra/Reuters Luis Enrique looks elated. It is the second managerial treble of his career, having won the league, Cup and Champions League with Barcelona in 2015. Photograph:/Allstar Inter defender Alessandro Bastoni can barely look at the trophy. Photograph:Marquinhos, PSG's captain and their oldest player, gets his hands on 'old big ears'. Photograph:PSG finally lift the trophy. Photograph:Luis Enrique is the centre of the celebrations. Photograph: Kirill Kudryavtsev/AFP/Getty Images Achraf Hakimi and Ousmane Dembélé leg it with the trophy. Photograph: Annegret Hilse/Reuters PSG fans invade the pitch to join in the party. Photograph: Michael Probst/AP
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17 hours ago
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Désiré Doué joins the global A-list to lead PSG's coronation as kings of Europe
The third great Moment of Doué was beautiful for its simplicity, 63 minutes into this game and with Paris Saint-German 2-0 up. As Désiré Doué glided in on goal, all alone suddenly in a wide open patch of green, he was found by a deliciously weighted through pass from Vitinha. From there Doué allowed the ball to run across him as the retreating Inter defenders closed at his back, a perfect little screenshot of time, space, angles, ground speed allowing him to open his right instep and shoot with the path of the pass, wrong-footing Yann Sommer and easing the ball into the far corner. Advertisement The celebration, and indeed the game itself to that point, felt coronational. Doué took off his shirt, saw it placed it on the corner flag and stood in clean-cut gladiatorial pose in front of the Paris supporters, before slightly sheepishly – this is also very Doué-like – going to retrieve his shirt and accept his yellow card. Related: PSG win Champions League for first time with record 5-0 final hammering of Inter By then the game was gone, as was Doué shortly after, replaced by Bradley Barcola. And really it was his opening 20 minutes that decided this Champions League final. Doué is a very distinct kind of attacking tyro, with a martial artist's precision in his close-quarter fast-twitch movements, always just enough of a feint and a snap of the heels, always purposeful, never gratuitous. Watching him on nights like these it is as though somebody has taken Neymar and boiled him for eight hours until all the waffle and frippery has disappeared, then sent him on to the pitch crisp and starched and purified. This is a Neymar without the madness, the weight, the excess appetite, a post-therapy Neymar. Advertisement Plus of course Doué has that thing all the best players have, the compound eye vision, the ability to freeze, rewind, judge the space and angles around him in the tiniest flicker of everyone else's analogue time. How do you get like this, aged 19, on this stage, a goal and an assist in the opening 20 minutes of the Champions League final, for a team that have never won it, and who you joined only last summer? Doué has been a late-breaking story this season after his move from Rennes. He didn't score his first goal at the Parc des Princes until March. He hadn't scored or assisted in eight games coming into this final. But he is without question the high-ceilinged real deal. Lamine Yamal may be more obviously, cinematically effective. But Doué is at the same level, just more compact and less lavish, the further maths version to Yamal's bold strokes of fine art. By the end here, as another 19-year-old, Senny Mayulu, made it 5-0 against a frazzled Inter, this had become the perfect night for PSG and for the Paris Project, overseen by the unclosing hand of Qatar Sports Investments. First we take the world. Then we take Europe, via Paris, Doha and now Munich. For the state of Qatar and its interests this is football pretty much completed. In the space of three years the world's most relentlessly efficient gas state's outreach arm has won a home World Cup, led by its star player, the Emir's tailor's dummy Lionel Messi, and now the greatest club prize. Advertisement PSG are currently the best team in the world, treble winners and champions of Europe, the scalps of three recent finalists dangling from their belts on that run. And really this was just too easy most of the time, a flaneuring kind of victory against opponents who were always either chasing, panting for breath or windmilling away just out of reach. Munich had spent Saturday baking in the sun, a city already on its summer holidays, green fringes thronged with picnickers, sunbathers and knots of Italian men sweating across the white heat of the Englische Garten in blue and black nylon shirts. The Allianz Arena is an epic, widescreen kind of stage, those steeply tiered stands curving towards a perfectly puckered oval of powder blue above the lip of the roof. Ten minutes before kick-off it was still hot and heavy, the kind of evening that makes you sweat just sitting still. Linkin Park, who must have a very good agent, put on an agreeably energetic pre-match rap-metal stomp-about. A celebrity violinist performed a hideous screeching Seven Nation Army fiddle-along. The giant Parisian tifo was scrolled away. And from the start this was just pain for Inter, a time to run and harry and chase younger and fresher opponents as the Mendes-Vitinha midfield pivot, PSG's velcro-touch directors of traffic just took the ball away. Advertisement Physical and mental intensity was always going to be key. PSG have been able to replenish the stocks, let the bruises heal, rest their best players. Inter have been all-in, flailing through a series of crunch end-of-season dates, limbs sloshing with lactic acid all the way to the line. It showed. For 12 minutes this was a kind of smothering. After that it became an extended execution, led by Doué. The first goal came from a lovely piece of applied geometry, all clean crisp lines, made first by Khvicha Kvaratskhelia easing inside two defenders. From there the blue shirts completed a high-speed passing triangle, the key ball from Vitinha pinged hard into the feet of Doué, who had found space by not moving, holding his position while Inter's defenders went to cover. He clipped the ball back for Achraf Hakimi to side-foot into an empty net. The second goal eight minutes later was a break the full length of the pitch, PSG funnelling out from their own corner flag, finding Ousmane Dembélé in space, there to gallop away, all easy grace, head up, before curling a crossfield pass into the run of Doué. He controlled with his torso, then hit down on the ball at the top of its bounce, a deflection taking it past Sommer. Either side PSG were immaculate. This was box-fresh elite club football, possession, counter-press, swift transitions. At times it's like watching a team of head prefects, a supremely drilled exhibition the Iberian-Catalan Style, with just the right bolt-on parts in every role. Advertisement Related: Game is up for Inter after Champions League journey ends in bitter humiliation | Jonathan Liew This is of course the work of Luis Enrique, who has won 11 out of 11 finals, and who was up from the start at the edge of his rectangle, all in black with white trainers, lithe and animated, revolving both arms, shuttle running left to right, like a mime artist taking part in a gruelling military fitness drill. It has been said Luis Enrique turned to Paris two years ago after being appalled by the despotic owners of Chelsea and Spurs, which is certainly an interesting take on the extraordinary freedoms inherent in the Qatari propaganda project. But he has been the perfect man at the perfect time, the ideologue, the data-based strongman, here just as the years of celebrity overdose are finally cashed in, brand leveraged, income vast enough to leave PSG with a free hand to build a brilliant, hungry, youthful modern team. The idea has been to create a group of anti-stars. Good luck with that. Doué will now take his place, up there floating in his tin can high above the world, the latest addition to the global A-list. From Paris via Doha, with Catalan style, Asturian brains, past the scars of all those glitzy late stage slumps, PSG now stand at the summit.
The Guardian
17 hours ago
- Entertainment
- The Guardian
Désiré Doué joins the global A-list to lead PSG's coronation as kings of Europe
The third great Moment of Doué was beautiful for its simplicity, 63 minutes into this game and with Paris Saint-German 2-0 up. As Désiré Doué glided in on goal, all alone suddenly in a wide open patch of green, he was found by a deliciously weighted through pass from Vitinha. From there Doué allowed the ball to run across him as the retreating Inter defenders closed at his back, a perfect little screenshot of time, space, angles, ground speed allowing him to open his right instep and shoot with the path of the pass, wrong-footing Yann Sommer and easing the ball into the far corner. The celebration, and indeed the game itself to that point, felt coronational. Doué took off his shirt, saw it placed it on the corner flag and stood in clean-cut gladiatorial pose in front of the Paris supporters, before slightly sheepishly – this is also very Doué-like – going to retrieve his shirt and accept his yellow card. By then the game was gone, as was Doué shortly after, replaced by Bradley Barcola. And really it was his opening 20 minutes that decided this Champions League final. Doué is a very distinct kind of attacking tyro, with a martial artist's precision in his close-quarter fast-twitch movements, always just enough of a feint and a snap of the heels, always purposeful, never gratuitous. Watching him on nights like these it is as though somebody has taken Neymar and boiled him for eight hours until all the waffle and frippery has disappeared, then sent him on to the pitch crisp and starched and purified. This is a Neymar without the madness, the weight, the excess appetite, a post-therapy Neymar. Plus of course Doué has that thing all the best players have, the compound eye vision, the ability to freeze, rewind, judge the space and angles around him in the tiniest flicker of everyone else's analogue time. How do you get like this, aged 19, on this stage, a goal and an assist in the opening 20 minutes of the Champions League final, for a team that have never won it, and who you joined only last summer? Doué has been a late-breaking story this season after his move from Rennes. He didn't score his first goal at the Parc des Princes until March. He hadn't scored or assisted in eight games coming into this final. But he is without question the high-ceilinged real deal. Lamine Yamal may be more obviously, cinematically effective. But Doué is at the same level, just more compact and less lavish, the further maths version to Yamal's bold strokes of fine art. By the end here, as another 19-year-old, Senny Mayulu, made it 5-0 against a frazzled Inter, this had become the perfect night for PSG and for the Paris Project, overseen by the unclosing hand of Qatar Sports Investments. First we take the world. Then we take Europe, via Paris, Doha and now Munich. For the state of Qatar and its interests this is football pretty much completed. In the space of three years the world's most relentlessly efficient gas state's outreach arm has won a home World Cup, led by its star player, the Emir's tailor's dummy Lionel Messi, and now the greatest club prize. PSG are currently the best team in the world, treble winners and champions of Europe, the scalps of three recent finalists dangling from their belts on that run. And really this was just too easy most of the time, a flaneuring kind of victory against opponents who were always either chasing, panting for breath or windmilling away just out of reach. Munich had spent Saturday baking in the sun, a city already on its summer holidays, green fringes thronged with picnickers, sunbathers and knots of Italian men sweating across the white heat of the Englische Garten in blue and black nylon shirts. The Allianz Arena is an epic, widescreen kind of stage, those steeply tiered stands curving towards a perfectly puckered oval of powder blue above the lip of the roof. Ten minutes before kick-off it was still hot and heavy, the kind of evening that makes you sweat just sitting still. Linkin Park, who must have a very good agent, put on an agreeably energetic pre-match rap-metal stomp-about. A celebrity violinist performed a hideous screeching Seven Nation Army fiddle-along. The giant Parisian tifo was scrolled away. And from the start this was just pain for Inter, a time to run and harry and chase younger and fresher opponents as the Mendes-Vitinha midfield pivot, PSG's velcro-touch directors of traffic just took the ball away. Physical and mental intensity was always going to be key. PSG have been able to replenish the stocks, let the bruises heal, rest their best players. Inter have been all-in, flailing through a series of crunch end-of-season dates, limbs sloshing with lactic acid all the way to the line. Sign up to Football Daily Kick off your evenings with the Guardian's take on the world of football after newsletter promotion It showed. For 12 minutes this was a kind of smothering. After that it became an extended execution, led by Doué. The first goal came from a lovely piece of applied geometry, all clean crisp lines, made first by Khvicha Kvaratskhelia easing inside two defenders. From there the blue shirts completed a high-speed passing triangle, the key ball from Vitinha pinged hard into the feet of Doué, who had found space by not moving, holding his position while Inter's defenders went to cover. He clipped the ball back for Achraf Hakimi to side-foot into an empty net. The second goal eight minutes later was a break the full length of the pitch, PSG funnelling out from their own corner flag, finding Ousmane Dembélé in space, there to gallop away, all easy grace, head up, before curling a crossfield pass into the run of Doué. He controlled with his torso, then hit down on the ball at the top of its bounce, a deflection taking it past Sommer. Either side PSG were immaculate. This was box-fresh elite club football, possession, counter-press, swift transitions. At times it's like watching a team of head prefects, a supremely drilled exhibition the Iberian-Catalan Style, with just the right bolt-on parts in every role. This is of course the work of Luis Enrique, who has won 11 out of 11 finals, and who was up from the start at the edge of his rectangle, all in black with white trainers, lithe and animated, revolving both arms, shuttle running left to right, like a mime artist taking part in a gruelling military fitness drill. It has been said Luis Enrique turned to Paris two years ago after being appalled by the despotic owners of Chelsea and Spurs, which is certainly an interesting take on the extraordinary freedoms inherent in the Qatari propaganda project. But he has been the perfect man at the perfect time, the ideologue, the data-based strongman, here just as the years of celebrity overdose are finally cashed in, brand leveraged, income vast enough to leave PSG with a free hand to build a brilliant, hungry, youthful modern team. The idea has been to create a group of anti-stars. Good luck with that. Doué will now take his place, up there floating in his tin can high above the world, the latest addition to the global A-list. From Paris via Doha, with Catalan style, Asturian brains, past the scars of all those glitzy late stage slumps, PSG now stand at the summit.
