long live the king

The celebration between Zhang Yang, Yaxioyi and Louis did not last long, because as soon as he turned his head, he saw several reporters approaching him, and they surrounded him.

"May I ask which country you are from?"

"Are you an Asian French player?"

"When did you join Marseille?"

Zhang Yang has never experienced this kind of battle, he scratched his head a little, not because he was afraid of such a scene, but because the questions asked by these reporters were too fast, as if they were like gun barrels, his words could only be said to be lame French level can not keep up with other people's speaking speed.These French reporters spoke fast and with slang, not the French that Zhang Yang learned from the dictionary.

At this time, the head coach Pierre rushed over to help Zhang Yang out.

"I'm sorry, my players are going back to the locker room. They are not allowed to accept any interviews." He winked at Zhang Yang as he spoke, telling him to leave quickly and go back to the locker room.

Pierre is protecting young players. He doesn’t want Zhang Yang to be noticed by the media just after his performance, and then boasted again. This is not good for the growth of young players. In addition, Pierre has another consideration. The team doesn't know much about Zhang Yang, let alone Zhang Yang's strength and characteristics, and even some basic information is estimated to have not yet been grasped. If so, then this effect will not be achieved.

According to Pierre's thinking, after all, this is just a youth league match, and these reporters are only interested in Zhang Yang at this moment, and maybe after the enthusiasm of this meeting, they will stop paying attention.Therefore, if he stops the reporters now, maybe these reporters will not come again tomorrow.After all, compared to the Ligue [-], an excellent performance in a youth league game is really nothing!

Zhang Yang looked at the head coach eagerly.Then, under Pierre's urgent gaze, he reluctantly returned to the locker room.In fact, he hoped to be interviewed by the media. Young people, who doesn't want to be famous, thought that those newspapers and TVs were all about his name and photos, and Zhang Yang was a little excited.

Moreover, there is another reason why he is eager to be famous in newspapers and on TV. He wants to buy all the newspapers that report on him, and then send them back to China, and give a copy to his buddies, and a copy to his family. Zhang Yang knows that this is very important For those who care about themselves, this is the best gift. Although they can't understand the French on it, they understand!and will be happy.

Seeing Zhang Yang walking towards the player tunnel with others and disappearing in the tunnel, these reporters became anxious.

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Obviously, Pierre underestimated these reporters' interest in Zhang Yang.

That's right, it's not a big deal for a young man to perform well in one game in the youth league, but if this young man is a yellow-skinned, black-haired player with an oriental face, how could these reporters not pay attention, how could they not Crowds flocked to find out what happened.Maybe this will be a moderately good report.

After all, in the French league, Asian players are relatively rare.

Pierre obviously did not expect the enthusiasm of the reporters, and he was a little flustered in the face of these reporters' questions.

"Excuse me, Mr. Pierre, I heard that the No. 27 player is Chinese?"

"May I ask Mr. Pierre, when did you complete such a signing?"

"Excuse me, how much transfer fee did this young man cost the Marseille Club?"

"Did he transfer for zero value?"

"Is this game the young man's debut? Can you comment on his performance?"

"We noticed that his ball-stopping technique is rough, does that mean his technique is bad?"

"Excuse me, what prompted Marseille to sign this young man?"

"Name, what's his name? God, the names of Orientals are so hard to pronounce. Can you pronounce his name, Monsieur Pierre?"

Pierre couldn't remember how long it had been since he was surrounded by reporters to ask questions like this. It seemed that it was when Nasri performed well in the youth team.

Seeing that the head coach Pierre was surrounded by reporters, the grumpy assistant coach Mark Levy came to rescue him. He pushed the reporters away arbitrarily and shouted loudly, "Ask me if you have any questions. "

This sentence immediately helped Pierre clear the siege. The reporters don't care whether it is the head coach or the assistant coach who answers the question, the key is to get first-hand information.

"Excuse me, about the No. 27 player..."

"Yes, we need to know the situation of that kid, everything."

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The reporters repeated the question they had asked Pierre just now.

After Mark Levi and the reporters asked random questions, the loud voice rang again, "I'm sorry, I'm just a goalkeeper coach. I have nothing to say about your questions. You should ask the head coach."

The reporters hurried to find Pierre at this time, but there was nowhere to be seen Pierre.They looked at the Marseille team's goalkeeper coach and assistant coach with a fierce face, and they wanted to go up and punch him twice.

"It's too outrageous."

"Yeah, that's despicable."

"We have the right to ask questions."

Mark Levi didn't pay any attention to these people at all. He squeezed through the crowd and walked away, leaving only the voices of dissatisfaction behind him. Anyway, they will enter the player tunnel after a while, and these dissatisfaction and even abuse will not be heard, so he doesn't bother to pay attention Woolen cloth.His temper is already very good. If it was his previous temper, if the reporter made a bad word, he would definitely give him a lot of punches.

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Just after the game ended, Marseille's first-team coach Fernandez and assistant coach Hiltney quietly left the field. At that time, the reporters were besieging Zhang Yang, and then besieging the youth team coach Pierre. It was only then that they were able to get away, otherwise, the head coach of the Marseille first team would not have been able to get away so easily.

Mr. Head Coach and Mr. Assistant Coach came to the underground parking lot of Egul Park Stadium and boarded a Volvo. However, they didn't start the car. There was a conversation between the two.

The content of the conversation is about publicity.

"I believe you have seen this young man's performance." Fernandez asked his assistant Hilteny.

Hilteny nodded, no matter how much he disdained Zhang Yang out of preconceived inertial thinking, how much he didn't recognize or believe in Zhang Yang's strength, but in this game, Zhang Yang came off the bench to score a goal and create a penalty. The answer sheet is a fact. If you look at this answer sheet alone, it is undoubtedly quite excellent for a rookie's debut.

"I have an idea, I plan to call him into the first team, what do you think?" Fernandez asked his assistant.

"Uh-uh-ah-?" Marseille's first-team assistant coach Hiltney suddenly raised his head. He was startled by Fernandez's words, and looked at the team's head coach with his mouth wide open. .Hiltney's expression is very similar to his shocked expression when Zhang Yang scored a goal.

The Marseille first-team assistant coach wanted to ask the head coach if he was joking, but seeing Fernandez's expression, he knew it was obviously not a joke!

Fernandez is serious!

At the very least, at this moment, Mr. Head Coach is really considering this possibility...

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