long live the king

On November 20052006, 14, the No. 7 round of the 27-[-] season of Ligue [-], Le Mans vs. Marseille.At [-] minutes into the game, Zhang Yang, wearing the No. [-] jersey, was standing on the sidelines.Wait for dead ball time.

He will replace the almost invisible starting striker Nicolas Hicart in this game, and the starting Senegalese striker Niang as the double arrow, Fernandez intends to fight for his life.

Zhang Yang felt his heart beating faster, and his body was trembling slightly. He clenched his fists, stretched them out, clenched them again, his palms were covered with sweat.

The 19-year-old young man has experienced ups and downs in his life this year.Seeing that he was about to be able to play professional games, but because of fighting with his teammates who were underfoot, being framed by someone, and being cleared out of the team, his future was ruined.He was not reconciled to the shattering of his football dream. The young man overcame all kinds of difficulties and came to France alone, which is famous for cultivating young football stars, to find his football dream.After being rejected and even humiliated countless times, he finally got a chance!

The fire of dreams in his heart was rekindled.

After making his debut in the youth league, he now ushered in the first game of representing the team's first team, although the team is now behind [-] to [-] on the field, which is more like entering garbage time .

However, Zhang Yang knew that this was his own game, his own moment!It's time to fight!

So nervous.Zhang Yang gritted his teeth.What kind of performance will I have, can I score goals?

He remembered what coach Fernandez had said to him just after he took off his vest and warmed up.

"Zhang, you go on stage."

Zhang Yang nodded.

"I know you must be very upset about what the media said... I know you must want to scold those bastards, and now I will give you a chance to scold them in front of the whole of France!" Fernandez said fiercely.

Zhang Yang suddenly raised his head, and the head coach actually swears.This surprised him. It seemed that the coach also hated those media.Hearing Fernandez swear, Zhang Yang was amused. The young man almost gritted his teeth and said, "I won't waste this opportunity."

At that time, Zhang Yang wasn't too nervous, and he thought he wouldn't be too nervous, but at this moment, he was really standing on the sidelines, waiting to play, and he really felt the great nervousness!

※※※※※※※※※※

"Boy."

Zhang Yang turned his head to look and saw the head coach Fernandez looking at him with a smile on his face.

"You know what to do. It's your game." Fernandez pointed to the pitch.

Zhang Yang didn't speak, but nodded vigorously.He turned his head and looked at the field.

This is my game!

Take it easy, publicity!trust yourself!

do not be afraid!There is nothing to be afraid of!

"Marseille made adjustments. They replaced the starting striker Nicolas Hicart with the amateur player they just signed, striker Zhang Yang." Thierry explained the substitution in a very stylized manner. He did not act like some The media taunted the young man like that, but there was no doubt in his tone, "Coach Fernandez wants to step up his offense. He doesn't want to go back to Marseille empty-handed. He needs at least a draw, but a score of zero to three is really a big deal." Let him down."

Thierry scratched his head and said: "Could it be that Fernandez is planning to give up the game to train newcomers? Or is he planning to put all his treasures on this amateur player, this 19-year-old kid? Don't Fernandez think this is too cruel for a child Already?" He shook his head.

※※※※※※※※※※

Finally, there was a dead ball on the field. The young Le Mans Serbia-Montenegro defender Barcelona fouled Marseille midfielder Franck Ribery. Marseille won a front court throw-in.

Nicholas Hicart looked at the sidelines. He had a frustrated expression on his face. He knew that he was going to be replaced. Today the head coach gave him the chance to start, but he didn't seize it.Nicholas Hicart trots down.After high-fiving Zhang Yang, he returned to the bench.

On the live radio, a male voice was announcing the visiting team's substitution.There was a burst of boos from the home team stands.

Obviously, 'benefited' from the French media's hype about Zhang Yang's status as an 'amateur player' from China before the game, Zhang Yang already had a lot of talent before he appeared in any Ligue [-] game. Little 'visibility'.

Le Mans fans know this amateur.At this moment, the [-]-[-] lead over Marseille made them excited, and everyone's adrenaline rose rapidly.In the eyes of Le Mans fans, the Marseille team's substitution is tantamount to announcing an early abandonment of the game.The giants Marseille conceded defeat!

Le Mans fans rejoice!At this moment, Zhang Yang, who came off the bench, became the object of their venting their excitement and wanton humiliation.Nobody is going to hold back because it's just a 19-year-old, because he's a young man chasing his footballing dreams.

"Haha, did you see that the Maasai replaced the amateur player, did they give up the game?"

"Go back where you came from, Chinese boy!"

"They're so strong, you'll cry!"

"Hey amateur. This is not the place for you!!"

The camera is aimed at Zhang Yang. The director can clearly guess what the Le Mans players in the stands are greeting this young man who is about to play. He also knows the criticism and ridicule of the poor young man by the media before the game. The director wants to see What is the expression on this young man's face at this moment.What will he look like?The director wanted to know very much.

Zhang Yang had a calm expression on his face. Of course he heard what the Le Mans fans said. Not only did he hear it, but he was able to understand part of it. His French has made great progress.

Zhang Yang's expression was as if he didn't hear anything, as if the insults didn't come from those people's mouths!

He lifted his right foot, stepped into the field, and took a step with his left foot, and ran into the field.

While running into the field and raising his hand, he asked for the ball again, which was a free kick from Marseille.Ribery prepares to take a free kick.

"It looks like this lad is very calm, he is very calm, which is very good." Thierry also had to admire.

No one noticed, Zhang Yang raised his right hand to ask for the ball, but his naturally hanging left hand was tightly clenched!The knuckles of the entire fist are exerting force!

※※※※※※※※※※

Not to mention that Thierry, the gold medal commentator of France National TV, believes that Fernandez's substitution is completely giving up the game and training young people.Even the head coach of the Le Mans team, Friedrich Hans, thought so.

Until now, the Marseille team's offensive line has never brought any threat to the Le Mans team's defense line. Friedrich Hans is very proud. He feels that the Marseille team's offensive line is not to be feared.Whether it is Marseille's main striker Niang or another starting striker Nicholas Hicart are sleepwalking, let alone this amateur player who just played.

No matter how you look at it, you can't see anything worth noting about this kid.

"Amateur players are amateur players. Does Fernandez think players like Franck Ribery are everywhere in amateur teams? Besides, this kind of talent cannot be cultivated at the level of Chinese football." Le Mans team leader Coach Friedrich Hans shrugged.He didn't care about Zhang Yang's appearance.

Soon, Ribery took a free kick. He saw Zhang Yang raising his hand to ask for the ball. He hoisted the ball into the penalty area, and Zhang Yang tried to provoke a top fight.However, under the pressure of the Le Mans defender, he failed to reach the ball, and the ball went out of the baseline, wasting an offensive opportunity.

"This kid is really an amateur." Le Mans team coach Frederick Hans smiled. From the summit competition just now, it can be seen that this young man is not good enough.When it was time to fight for the top, he actually gave up his back first, instead of blocking Barcelona who was defending him.

Amateur players, tsk tsk.

The head coach of the Le Mans team, Frederick Hans, looked at the Marseille coach bench not far away. Fernandez is so pitiful that he would believe that an amateur player has the ability to save the world, haha.

※※※※※※※※※※

Out of contempt for Zhang Yang, the head coach of the Le Mans team did not make tactical adjustments. Instead, he waved his hand aggressively and continued to attack aggressively. Although it was already [-]-[-], Frederick Hans was not satisfied. , He wants to humiliate Marseille, he wants to kill Marseille, this kind of pleasure of killing a wealthy family is not often experienced.He wants to make this game his classic game and the eternal nightmare of the Marseilles.

Zhang Yang quickly felt the contempt of the Le Mans team towards him.

Not because of how sharp his senses are, but because there is often no defender within five meters of him, and not only the full-backs of the Le Mans team frequently step forward to assist, but even their central defenders often Not sticking to his duty to advance forward, as if treating publicity as air.

Obviously, the Le Mans folks didn't take him seriously at all.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath!

Is it ignored?

You will pay the price!And Le Mans fans!Zhang Yang looked up at the stands where the Le Mans fans were, and he gritted his teeth.Ever since he came on, the Le Mans fans booed him whenever he touched the ball.

The Le Mans fans were completely complacent. They knew that Zhang Yang was an amateur and a rookie. They just wanted to scare him and tease him with such momentum. Hey, boy, is this your first professional game?Haha, enjoy it all, remember, this is not a place for a kid like you!

In the eyes of Le Mans people, Zhang Yang is undoubtedly the weak, but molesting and humiliating the weak, watching the weak tremble, will make them very happy!

※※※※※※※※※※

Franck Ribery got the ball in the backcourt. After he dribbled the ball forward for 30 meters, he suddenly stopped suddenly. Before the Le Mans defenders could react, Ribery didn't even look at it The ball was passed to the left side of the court - through the past few days of training, Ribery knew that Zhang Yang would definitely be near that position now.

I saw that the ball was passed to Zhang Yang!The booing in the stadium immediately increased to a higher level.

"The fans of Le Mans did a little too much today." Thierry, the commentator of the French national day, couldn't stand it any longer. "That kid is really pitiful."

Pitiful?In his Ligue [-] debut, he was booed by all the fans of the visiting team.

However, Zhang Yang definitely didn't feel sorry for himself!

That is the idea of ​​the weak!There is only one thought in his mind, he wants to make the people of Le Mans, those son-of-a-bitch media pay the price!Slap their big mouths hard!

Do you know my dream about football?Do you know how much I have paid for this struggle?What qualifications do you have to make irresponsible remarks!What qualifications do you have to directly sentence me to death!What right do you have to humiliate me!

Since you guys did it!

Waiting to be punished!

Amid boos deafening enough to cause a heart attack from the Le Mans fans, Zhang Yang received a pass from Ribery.

He catches the ball calmly, turns around, no one comes up to guard him, yes, who cares about this amateur player who makes his debut?This is the best and most beautiful time he has stopped the ball these days!

He dribbled the ball in the middle, but no one came up to press him.

He dribbled the ball forward, but no one came up to guard him.

He looked in the direction of the goal. Le Mans goalkeeper Bailey was standing in front of the goal, his position slightly forward.

Maybe even the goalkeeper didn't take himself seriously!

Zhang Yang cracked his mouth and smiled.

Seeing Zhang Yang laughing, Le Mans full-back Thomas felt a little baffled.

"Could this kid be stupid?" Then Thomas' eyes widened suddenly, he felt something was wrong, and he rushed up!

late!

I saw that the football was knocked forward a little, and the left foot supported the body and leaned back slightly.He swung his right leg, like a whip that was swung high and hard, and the whip fell, and a whip flower was thrown out!Transformed into huge energy!

He slammed his right foot on the ball!

Far - shoot!

The football flew towards the goal like a cannonball, and the Le Mans goalkeeper jumped high.But he only caught the wind brought by the passing football, behind him.The net was lifted violently!

"This is--goooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!" Thierry's eyes suddenly widened when Zhang Yang swung his foot to shoot. He felt that he might see some wonderful scene, and then when the ball hit the net, he Shouted violently. "Goal! What a beautiful goal! Incredible long shot!"

The huge boos at Dion Poli Stadium disappeared without a trace at this moment.Everyone was stunned by this shot!The reporters who satirized and ridiculed Zhang Yang in the press box were also shocked.

Only the more than 1000 Marseille fans in the stands of the visiting team burst into loud cheers after a second of silence.

Other than that, Dion Poli Stadium was silent.

No, there was also that young man's almost crazy, hysterical venting roar.

This is his game!

You, all of you, said you would pay the price!

This is just the beginning!

※※※※※※※※※※

ps: the first update.Urgently looking for collection, red ticket, support.Thank you brothers for your support.