This is the song the players walk out to at the Parc des Princes; it means so much to me. The feeling I get when I hear it is indescribable.
This urban anthem to Paris Saint-Germain – ‘ici c'est Paris’ - reminds me of the years before our recent success, and all we had to go through to get here.
I listened to the Rocky soundtrack on repeat when I got to Munich for the final, dreaming of watching my heroes lift the cup. I’ve been playing it ever since.
No need for any explanation – just the pure joy of seeing the players parading the trophy down the most beautiful avenue in the world.
You won’t find this on Spotify, but this wonderful chant – ‘we’ll sing ourselves hoarse for you Paris S-G’ – was the anthem to the season just gone; our greatest ever.
This is the song the players walk out to at the Parc des Princes; it means so much to me. The feeling I get when I hear it is indescribable.
This urban anthem to Paris Saint-Germain – ‘ici c'est Paris’ - reminds me of the years before our recent success, and all we had to go through to get here.
I listened to the Rocky soundtrack on repeat when I got to Munich for the final, dreaming of watching my heroes lift the cup. I’ve been playing it ever since.
No need for any explanation – just the pure joy of seeing the players parading the trophy down the most beautiful avenue in the world.
You won’t find this on Spotify, but this wonderful chant – ‘we’ll sing ourselves hoarse for you Paris S-G’ – was the anthem to the season just gone; our greatest ever.
This is the song the players walk out to at the Parc des Princes; it means so much to me. The feeling I get when I hear it is indescribable.
This urban anthem to Paris Saint-Germain – ‘ici c'est Paris’ - reminds me of the years before our recent success, and all we had to go through to get here.
I listened to the Rocky soundtrack on repeat when I got to Munich for the final, dreaming of watching my heroes lift the cup. I’ve been playing it ever since.
No need for any explanation – just the pure joy of seeing the players parading the trophy down the most beautiful avenue in the world.
You won’t find this on Spotify, but this wonderful chant – ‘we’ll sing ourselves hoarse for you Paris S-G’ – was the anthem to the season just gone; our greatest ever.
This is the song the players walk out to at the Parc des Princes; it means so much to me. The feeling I get when I hear it is indescribable.
This urban anthem to Paris Saint-Germain – ‘ici c'est Paris’ - reminds me of the years before our recent success, and all we had to go through to get here.
I listened to the Rocky soundtrack on repeat when I got to Munich for the final, dreaming of watching my heroes lift the cup. I’ve been playing it ever since.
No need for any explanation – just the pure joy of seeing the players parading the trophy down the most beautiful avenue in the world.
You won’t find this on Spotify, but this wonderful chant – ‘we’ll sing ourselves hoarse for you Paris S-G’ – was the anthem to the season just gone; our greatest ever.
This is the song the players walk out to at the Parc des Princes; it means so much to me. The feeling I get when I hear it is indescribable.
This urban anthem to Paris Saint-Germain – ‘ici c'est Paris’ - reminds me of the years before our recent success, and all we had to go through to get here.
I listened to the Rocky soundtrack on repeat when I got to Munich for the final, dreaming of watching my heroes lift the cup. I’ve been playing it ever since.
No need for any explanation – just the pure joy of seeing the players parading the trophy down the most beautiful avenue in the world.
You won’t find this on Spotify, but this wonderful chant – ‘we’ll sing ourselves hoarse for you Paris S-G’ – was the anthem to the season just gone; our greatest ever.
This is the song the players walk out to at the Parc des Princes; it means so much to me. The feeling I get when I hear it is indescribable.
This urban anthem to Paris Saint-Germain – ‘ici c'est Paris’ - reminds me of the years before our recent success, and all we had to go through to get here.
I listened to the Rocky soundtrack on repeat when I got to Munich for the final, dreaming of watching my heroes lift the cup. I’ve been playing it ever since.
No need for any explanation – just the pure joy of seeing the players parading the trophy down the most beautiful avenue in the world.
You won’t find this on Spotify, but this wonderful chant – ‘we’ll sing ourselves hoarse for you Paris S-G’ – was the anthem to the season just gone; our greatest ever.
