long live the king

Perhaps seeing the players on the bench warming up irritated the players on the field, or maybe the bluster of coach Fernandes played a little role.Marseille's offense began to look a little bit.At least it is no longer passive to be beaten without the power to fight back.

No.303 minutes, the Marseille team won the best scoring opportunity since the opening.

Jacci Oui showed his fine footwork, tearing through the Paris Saint-Germain defense with a beautiful diagonal pass.Wadry's clever sudden jump in this time made Paris Saint-Germain's offside tactics fail.

"Beautiful pass! No offside! No offside! This is Marseille's chance!" Blanco, the commentator of Marseille Club's om TV, suddenly shouted. Marseille was completely passive after the opening, and he had been aggrieved for a long time.

Blanco's high-pitched shouts came to an abrupt end at the climax.Wadry faced the attacking Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper Mohamed Benham. He seemed to lack confidence. His shot was weak and weak, and Benham fell to the ground firmly under him.

After slamming Vadry's single-handed shot, Ben Ham got up from the ground. He held the ball, waved his fists, and roared at the annoyed and frustrated Vadry.The young goalkeeper of Paris Saint-Germain once said that the German goalkeeper Kahn he admired the most. At this moment, Ben Hamm really looks like a little lion king.

Wasting an excellent opportunity and being so humiliated by the opponent's goalkeeper, Wadry's whole figure is like an eggplant beaten by frost.He stood there with his head bowed.

Zhang Yang was warming up on the sidelines. Looking at the scene on the field, he was very angry. The goalkeeper of Paris Saint-Germain was too arrogant!

"Asshole, don't let me play, otherwise, I will score a few goals for that guy!" Zhang Yang said through gritted teeth.Although he and Wadri have conflicts, they are teammates anyway, and they are both members of the Marseille team. People talk about that they will never divide each other, and there is only one label on them as a 'Marseille player'.At this moment, Muhammad Benham's provocation against Wadri not only humiliated Wadri alone, but also challenged the Marseille team!Among them, Zhang Yang is also a part of it!Zhang Yang understands the principle of collective honor!

However, the Czechs are too big. Seeing Vadry's yelling in the face of the Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper, Zhang Yang was angry again.

He has always felt that the stadium is to the players what fighters are to the battlefield!Only fallen warriors, not cowardly cowards!Just at that time, if Wadri dared to go up and punch him, Zhang Yang would admire that Wadri is a man!

Although Wadri wasted such a good opportunity, the Marseille youth team still scored in the No. 309 minute of the game.

Another striker of the Marseille team, Daou, was brought down by his opponent in the frontcourt. He won a free kick in a good position for the Marseille team.

The free kick taken by Yaxioyi caused a chaos in the penalty area of ​​Paris Saint-Germain. The defensive players of Paris Saint-Germain tried to clear the ball several times but failed to break the ball into the penalty area. The ball hits the net.

When Olembe scored, everyone on the Marseille bench stood up and applauded the goal!This goal came at the right time, and it boosted morale too much!

Zhang Yang also jumped up all of a sudden, waving his fists and cheering for the goal!Shout out to beautiful!Really relieved!

Seeing that the team scored a goal, Pierre did not make any substitutions and adjustments. In fact, generally speaking, unless it is a very bad situation, the head coach will not make any changes in the first half of the game. staff adjustments.This is tantamount to a complete negation of his own tactical arrangements.

After Zhang Yang cheered for his teammate's goal, he was a little disappointed when he saw that the head coach had no intention of making a substitution.

He and the other warm-up players went back to their seats and sat down. He knew that it would be impossible for him to get a chance to play in the first half of the game.

Zhong Dajun in the stands couldn't help being a little disappointed when he saw that Zhang Yang had returned to the bench after a short warm-up.Of course, he also knows that after the team scores a goal, the head coach is unlikely to make personnel adjustments at this time.I can only hope that the kid will get a chance to play in the second half of the game.Of course, at this moment, Zhong Dajun didn't know that the compatriot he saw was not the interviewee he had planned.

The score of the first half of the game did not continue to change. When the referee Camus blew the whistle for the end of the first half, the score was still 1:2. According to international practice, the home team Marseille was ahead and the visiting team Paris Saint-Germain are behind.

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Marseille at the end of October was already a bit chilly, the temperature that day was only eighty-nine degrees, and the wind was not small, so, in the stands of the Parc d'Egur, this shirtless man, with his white fat, was wearing a Marseille team shirt. The team flag, the Marseille scarf around the neck, and even the fans who wear a huge Marseille hat on their heads are very eye-catching.

During the intermission, the director of Marseille Club OM TV gave this sturdy fan a big close-up.The middle-aged uncle was also very enthusiastic. Seeing the camera pointing at him, he immediately took a horizontal board from the hands of the fans around him and held it high.

"Haha, that's our Mr. Ji Rui Fasas. He seems to be a little fatter than last month." Marseille Club om TV commentator Blanco said with a smile, he recognized the famous Marseille team Die-hard fan of Marseille Fans Association, Mr. Ji Rui Fasas.The famous Marseille fan Mr. often said to others that he was a Marseille fan Jiri first, and then Jiri Fassas was a natural person.This gentleman is definitely a die-hard fan.

"Come in closer and see what is written on it." Blanco turned off the audio track and said to the director in the background.

The camera zooms in, "Let's see what Jerry wrote today... um, what is this? @#我在这里!" Blanco frowned, he really couldn't read before 'I'm here' What about those characters, "Looks like it should be a name... or something. Well, we'll just have to ask this gentleman what he's up to after the game."

Of course, Blanco couldn't recognize what was written on the banner of Jerry Farsas. It was the Chinese character 'Zhang Yang', uh, in fact, this was copied by the director of the Marseille Fans Association. Signature on the Marseille first team poster.Originally, Zhang Yang's signature was a bit unconnected, but it was 'copied' by Farsas, and it looked even more different.Fasas promised Zhang Yang that he would come to support him at the Youth League, and he did come, not only came, but also made such a battle, but Zhang Yang didn't see it.

Blanco didn't know the words on the horizontal board that Jerry Farsas held up, but someone did.

The weather was a bit cold, Zhong Dajun bought a cup of hot coffee and was drinking it. He looked up and saw this interesting fan on the big screen. He couldn't help but be amused. The French fans are really awesome. They really dare to show their fat. , and then he was stunned, he saw the horizontal board that the fan was holding up, the lens was very clear, and it said, "Zhang Yang, I'm here!"

It should be the word "Zhang Yang", because it is too scribbled, Zhong Dajun is not sure, but he is sure that it is a Chinese character.

How is this going?Zhong Dajun scratched his head, is that fat French man courting a certain Chinese woman?Tsk, the French are so romantic!

He put aside his interest in this horizontal board and began to think about the second half of the game, praying that his compatriots would get a chance to play in the second half of the game, preferably as a substitute at the beginning of the second half.

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The second half of the game started, Zhong Dajun was a little disappointed to see his compatriots still sitting on the bench, he didn't see the possibility of that young man playing.

With the passage of time in the game, Fernandez still has no intention of making substitutions.

Do I have to come here again today in vain?Zhong Dajun was a little depressed.Even more anxious.

Zhong Dajun, a reporter from China's "Sports Weekly", waited anxiously. In fact, Zhang Yang was the most anxious one.

He is so eager to play, eager to play, eager to prove himself!

Zhang Yang looked frequently at the head coach Pierre, who was standing on the sidelines, watching the situation on the field with his chin resting on one hand. After the start of the second half, the scene was very dull. The two sides fell into a contention in the midfield. Threats on both sides are few.

At this time, the Marseille team was behind, and they were the most anxious side!Must attack!Obviously, Pierre is worried about the team's poor offense.

"What are you waiting for, send me on the field." Zhang Yang looked at Mr. Coach, he wished he could rush to Pierre's side to recommend himself, in fact, he really did that, Zhang Yang stood up from the bench consciously, Warming up on the sidelines, he even ran up to Pierre, twisted his buttocks, stretched his legs, and reminded the head coach of his existence.

Fernandez in the stands was amused when he saw this scene, that young man was really interesting, he knew Zhang Yang was playing Xiao Jiujiu.That kid seemed a little different from the oriental people he knew, that kid was not stage fright at all, and wasn't worried that his behavior would offend Pierre?

"That kid really has no rules." Marseille assistant coach Hiltney shook his head and said.Because of his prejudice against Chinese football, Hiltney just doesn't think there is anything outstanding about Zhang Yang. Because of this preconceived prejudice, he is a little uncomfortable with Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang successfully caught Pierre's attention, and the latter glared at Zhang Yang unceremoniously, "Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Coach, I'm warming up and ready to be called at any time." Zhang Yang chuckled.

Pierre was also amused by this kid. This kid is very devoted when he is serious, but sometimes he has this kind of personality. Facing the publicized 'hippie smile', Pierre can't do anything about him.Of course, this was good-natured Pierre.If it were someone else's publicity, he might not dare to do this.Pierre waved his hand to signal Zhang Yang to warm up and keep out of the way.Zhang Yang agreed, and walked away like a good baby.

Seeing Zhang Yang walking away, Pierre was thoughtful, maybe this kid should be given a chance to play?

The opponent Paris Saint-Germain must have no understanding of Zhang Yang. To put it bluntly, Paris Saint-Germain doesn't even know what position Zhang Yang plays.

Maybe, at this moment, it is not a good idea to send this kid?

One of Pierre's minds gradually had a bright idea, and he made up his mind.

A few minutes later, when Zhang Yang ran under Pierre's eyes again, twisting his buttocks and pressing his legs, Pierre was furious—he yelled at Zhang Yang, "Have you warmed up enough? If not, hurry up!" "

"Ah—?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

"What are you doing stupidly! Let you get ready to play." Assistant coach and goalkeeper coach Mark Levy patted the stupid goose's ass angrily.

"Oh, oh, I'm ready, I've been ready for a long time!" Zhang Yang nodded hastily, and he quickly took off his coat while talking.

Seeing the cheerful and cheerful publicity, Pierre shook his head, he didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to choose to let this kid play so early!Originally, according to Pierre's plan, he planned to let Zhang Yang play in the last few minutes of the game, so that this kid could feel the atmosphere of the Youth League.Now the game has only lasted more than 60 minutes, and it is time to play.I don't know what kind of performance this kid can have?

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The reporters in the press box had been paying attention to the movement on the bench of the Marseille youth team since the second half of the game started. The Marseille team fell behind in the score.

At this time, he had already fully warmed up, and now he took off his jacket and was standing on the sidelines receiving a face-to-face instruction from head coach Hardik Pierre. His publicity attracted the attention of the reporters.

"Look at the sidelines, there is a situation there!"

"Monsieur Pierre is going to be replaced?"

"Look! Who's that?"

"An Oriental?"

"Does Marseille have Eastern players?"

"It seems that Pierre is going to replace a midfielder. The question is who will he replace?" A reporter seemed to know that the Marseille team had a trial training of a Chinese player last year. The Chinese player seemed to play in midfield. .

"Mier, do you know that young man with an oriental face?"

"It seems to be a Chinese player, um, he should play in midfield." "Marseille Sporting" reporter Miel Soest said in an uncertain tone.

Just when the reporters were talking about Zhang Yang's appearance, Zhang Yang was accepting Pierre's instructions.

Pierre looked at the young man in front of him, the kid who was joking just now, now, with a serious and serious face, he looked like a soldier who was about to fight a desperate battle!

"nervous?"

"A little bit, but more excited." Zhang Yang looked at his head coach without fear, as if he wanted to express his self-confidence in this way. He didn't want the head coach to misunderstand him and prevent him from playing at a critical moment. up.

Pierre nodded, and he patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, "If you can show the fighting spirit and state you had in the second trial training, I will be relieved."

Zhang Yang didn't speak, but nodded vigorously.

Pierre looked at Zhang Yang again with a little worry, but saw that the young man was turning his head to look at the field, with an eager look in his eyes.He smiled and patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, "After playing, tell Olembe about the arrangements I made just now."

"Okay, coach."

"I look forward to your goal." Pierre thought for a while and added another sentence. He felt that it was necessary to encourage this young man. He understood that Zhang Yang attached great importance to this game, and he was worried that Zhang Yang would be too nervous. stage fright.

"I will." Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and said with a big breath.

Finally, Pierre patted Zhang Yang on the back hard and pushed him to the sidelines.

At the same time, a dead ball appeared on the court, and the fourth official on the sidelines held up an electronic signal board for substitutions:

Off on the 9th, on the 27nd!

Blanco, the gold medal commentator of Marseille Club om TV, looked at the electronic signal board on the sidelines in surprise. To be precise, he looked at the young man standing next to the fourth official in surprise.

A boy with yellow skin and black hair? !

As the commentator of OM TV, Blanco knows more about the situation of the Marseille team than other people. He knows that there was a Chinese player in the Marseille team before, but this young man is not the young man in his impression today. .When did the Marseille team have another player with an oriental face?

"Marseille asked for a substitution, Vadry was replaced, the Czech played really badly in the game today, he once wasted a great chance to score... Mr. Pierre replaced... our No. 27 .” Blanco was in a hurry to find information, he didn’t know the name of the young man who was about to play, and he didn’t even know his nationality.

"Damn it, I want the information, I want the information of that young man." Blanco turned off the track and shouted to the background.

At this point, the substitution was about to be completed on the sidelines.

Vadry walked down with a dejected look on his face. His performance today was really terrible. As a striker, he was almost invisible. The only time he was impressive was that one-handed chance was weakly kicked by him. The shot wasted.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing for Vadry. What makes him feel the most uncomfortable is that he was replaced when he performed so badly, and he was replaced by the Chinese kid he hated and disliked the most!

Wadry was very upset. He didn't even bother to do the routine high-five with Zhang Yang. He walked straight to the bench, took two steps, and turned his head to look at the number 27 behind Zhang Yang with an indifferent expression.

Zhang Yang is too lazy to care about and pay attention to Wadri's mood at this moment.

He raised his head, and on the edge of the stadium with more than 4000 people, he took another deep breath. The air seemed to be filled with a man's breath, a breath that only exists in the stadium.This is the breath of battle.

Standing on the sidelines, Zhang Yang raised his right hand, like a real star, like a real football player, he stepped into the field with his right foot.Then, lift your left foot...

In this way, he straightened his chest and ran onto the field.

"Zhang Yang! The battle has begun!" Zhang Yang clenched his fists, and he said to himself... This is a moment that he will never forget in his life.

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ps: Zhang Yang's battle has begun...

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