Désiré Doué Dazzles as PSG Crush Inter to Claim First Champions League Crown
What a night for Paris, what a night for football. The 2025 UEFA Champions League final wasn't just a match—it was a coronation. And at the center of it all was a name the world will remember: Désiré Doué. PSG’s 5-0 demolition of Inter Milan wasn’t just historic because of the scoreline. It was a statement. This was the night when the Paris project, years in the making and billions in investment later, finally reached its European summit—and it was Doué who lit the fuse and carried the flame.
You could feel something special from the first whistle. Munich’s Allianz Arena was buzzing under the late-May sun, and just twelve minutes in, it was clear: Inter were not going to cope. The pressing, the passing, the precision—it was elite football at its most polished. And at the heart of it, this 19-year-old phenom from Rennes, who arrived at PSG just last summer. No goals, no assists in his last eight games. But when the moment mattered, Doué delivered like a seasoned great.
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The opening 20 minutes were his canvas. An assist, then a goal, then that third—scored with the calm and elegance of a veteran—was pure magic. A perfectly timed run, a pass from Vitinha like a thread through fabric, and Doué did the rest. One touch to shape it, one strike to break Inter. It was almost poetic: minimal effort, maximum effect. And the celebration? Gladiator pose, shirt on the corner flag, before retrieving it with a sheepish smile. That’s the duality of Doué—confidence and humility, theatre and substance.
By the time he was subbed off, PSG were already cruising. A fifth goal from another teenage sensation, Senny Mayulu, just underlined the generational shift. The old PSG—flashy, inconsistent, star-choked—was gone. This team is young, balanced, hungry. Built with brains by Luis Enrique, who’s now won 11 out of 11 finals, it’s structured chaos in motion. From Kvaratskhelia’s geometry to Vitinha’s orchestration, to Doué’s brilliance—every cog moved in rhythm.
And the atmosphere? Electric. Paris exploded in celebration. But amidst the joy, the city also flared—literally. Clashes with police, tear gas, firecrackers, arrests. As expected, emotion overflowed. But even President Macron, a Marseille fan, couldn’t help himself. “A glorious day for PSG,” he wrote. “Paris, capital of Europe this evening.”
This isn’t just a win; it’s a generational turning point. The ghosts of past failures—of final heartbreaks and tabloid drama—have been exorcised. Désiré Doué didn’t just play the game of his life. He led a revolution. PSG are kings of Europe now, and their crown was forged in the brilliance of a teenager who looks like he was born to wear it.
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