Chapter 20: The debut (3) ()

Perhaps it was because they saw the players on the bench warming up, which stimulated the players on the court, or the roar of head coach Fernandez played a little bit. The Marseille's offense began to look a little bit. At least it was no longer passively beaten and had no power to fight back.

In the 33rd minute, Marseille won the best goal opportunity since the opening.

Yasioi showed his good footwork, and his beautiful diagonal pass broke through Paris Saint-Germain's defense. Vadri's clever and sudden insertion failed this time, causing Paris Saint-Germain's offside tactics to fail.

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

Blanco's high-pitched shout came to an abrupt end when it reached the climax. Wade seemed to be inconfident when he attacked Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper Mohammed Benham, who was attacking from inside. His shot was weak and weak, and he fell to the ground and rushed under him steadily.

After rushing to Vadri's single shot, Benham got up from the ground. He held the ball, waved his fists, and roared at Vadri, who looked annoyed and frustrated. The young goalkeeper of Paris Saint-Germain once said that he admired the German goalkeeper Kahn the most. At this moment, Benham really looked like a little Lion King.

Wasted an excellent opportunity and was humiliated by the opponent's goalkeeper again. Vadri was so full of eggplant with frost. He stood there with his head hanging down.

Zhang Yang warmed up on the sidelines. He was so angry when he watched the scene inside the court. The goalkeeper of Paris Saint-Germain was too arrogant!

"Bastard, don't let me play, otherwise I'd have to score a few goals!" Zhang Yang said gritting his teeth. Although he and Vadri had conflicts, no matter what, they were teammates and were all members of the Marseille team. People talked about them that they would never separate each other. They only had one Marseille player on their labels. At this moment, Mohammed Benham's provocation to Vadri was not only humiliating Vadri, but also a provocation to the Marseille team! Among them, Zhang Yang is also one of them! The principle of collective honor, Zhang Yang understands!

However, the Czechs are too bearish. Seeing Vader's roar at the Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper in his roar, Zhang Yang was angry again.

He always felt that the stadium was a warrior to the battlefield for players! There were only fallen warriors, no cowards! Just then, if Vadri dared to go up and punch him, Zhang Yang would admire Vadri as a man!

Although Vadri wasted such a good opportunity, the Marseille youth team scored a goal at the 39th minute of the game.

Another striker of Marseille, Daou, was knocked down by his opponent in the frontcourt, and he won a free kick with a good position for Marseille.

The free kick taken by Yagioy caused chaos in Paris Saint-Germain's penalty area. Paris Saint-Germain's defensive players tried several times to clear the ball but failed to destroy the penalty area. In the chaos, the captain of the Marseille team, Orembe, hit the ball into the net with his knee.

When Orembe scored, everyone on the bench in Marseille stood up and cheered for the goal! This goal was really timely and morale-raising!

Zhang Yang also jumped up suddenly, waving his fists to cheer for the goal! He shouted that he was beautiful! He was so relieved!

Seeing that the team scored a goal and scored a goal, Pierre did not make substitution adjustments. In fact, generally speaking, unless it was a very bad situation, the head coach generally would not make personnel adjustments in the first half. This is equivalent to a complete negation of his own tactical arrangement.

After cheering for his teammates' goals, Zhang Yang felt a little disappointed when he saw the head coach making a substitution.

He and other warm-up players returned to their seats and sat down, knowing that he would not have been able to get a chance to play in the first half.

Zhong Dajun in the stands was a little disappointed when he saw Zhang Yang returning to the bench after a brief warm-up. Of course, he also knew that after the team scored, the head coach was unlikely to make any personnel adjustments at this time. He could only expect that the kid would get a chance to play in the second half. Of course, at this moment, Zhong Dajun didn't know that the compatriot he saw was not the interviewee he planned.

The score of the first half did not change again. When the referee Cams blew the whistle at the end of the first half, the score was still 1:2. According to international practice, the home team Marseille was in front and the visiting team Paris Saint-Germain was in the back.

Marseille was already a little chilling at the end of October. The temperature was only eight or nine degrees that day, and the wind was not small. Therefore, in the stands at the Egur Park Stadium, this shirtless, white fat meat, wearing the Marseille flag, and a Marseille scarf around his neck. Even the fan wearing a huge Marseille hat on his head was very eye-catching.

The director of the om TV station of Marseille Club gave the tough fan a big close-up during the halftime break. The middle-aged uncle was also very excited. Seeing the camera aimed at him, he immediately took a cross board from the hands of the fans around him and raised it high.

"Haha, that's our Mr. Giri Fassas, he seems to be a little fatter than last month." Blanco, a commentator of the om TV station of Marseille Club, said with a smile that he recognized the famous hardcore fan of the Marseille team, Mr. Giri Fassas, director of the Marseille Fan Association. This famous Mr. Marseille fan often tells others that he is first Marseille fan Giri, and then he is the natural person of Giri Fassas. This gentleman is definitely a hardcore among the hardcore fans.

"Pull the camera closer and see what it says on it." Blanco closed the audio track and said to the director in the background.

The camera pulled closer, "Let's see what Giri wrote today... Well, what is this? I'm here!" Blanco frowned. He really couldn't understand what the characters before me were here. "It seems that it should be a name... or something else. Well, we can only ask the gentleman what he is doing after the game."

Of course, Blanco couldn't recognize what was written on Fassas's banner. It was Zhang Yang, which was written in Chinese. Well, in fact, this was Zhang Yang's signature on the poster of the Marseille first team in Fassas, copied by Mr. Zhang Yang. Originally, Zhang Yang's signature was a bit continuous, but Fassas copied it again, and it looked even more dissatisfied. Fass promised Zhang Yang to come to the Youth League to support him. He came indeed. Not only did he come, he also created such a scene. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang did not see it.

Blanco didn't know Gille. Someone knew the words on the horizontal board held by Fassus.

The weather was a little cold. Zhong Dajun bought a cup of hot coffee and was drinking it. He looked up and saw the interesting fan on the big screen. He couldn't help but be happy. The French fans are so awesome. They really dare to show their fat body. Then he was stunned. He saw the horizontal board held by the fan. The camera was very clear, and it said, "Zhang Yang, I'm here!"

It should be the word Zhang Yang, because it was too sloppy, Zhong Dajun was not sure, but he was sure that it was Chinese characters.

What's going on? Zhong Dajun scratched his head. Is that French fat man courting a Chinese woman? Tsk, the French are so romantic!

He moved his interest in this horizontal board away 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, preferably to be able to play as a substitute at the beginning of the second half.

The second half of the game began. Zhong Dajun was somewhat disappointed to see his compatriots still sitting on the bench. He did not see the intention of the young man being on the court.

As the game time passed, Fernandez still had no intention of substitution.

Could it be that I am going to be in vain today? Zhong Dajun is a little depressed and even more anxious.

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

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

Zhang Yang frequently looked at head coach Pierre, who was standing on the sidelines, holding his chin with one hand and watching the situation inside the court. After the second half of the game began, the scene was very dull, and the two sides were in a fight in the midfield, and there were few truly threatening attacks on both sides.

At this time, the Marseille team was behind, and they were the most anxious side! They had to attack! Obviously, Pierre was anxious about the team's offense.

"What are you waiting for? Send me to the court." Zhang Yang looked at the head coach, and he wanted to rush to Pierre to recommend himself. In fact, he really did that. Zhang Yang consciously stood up from the bench and warmed up on the sidelines. He even ran to Pierre's eyes and twisted his butt, pressed his legs, reminding the head coach of his existence.

Fernandez in the stands was amused when he saw this scene. The young man was so interesting. He knew that Zhang Yang beat Xiao Jiujiu. That boy seemed a little different from the Oriental people he knew. The boy was not at all nervous, and wasn't worried that his actions would anger Pierre?

"That kid is really unruly." Marseille assistant coach Hiltney shook his head and said. Because of the prejudice against Chinese football, Hiltney just doesn't think that Zhang Yang has any outstanding features, because of this preconceived prejudice, he is a little disgusted with Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang successfully attracted Pierre's attention, who glared at Zhang Yang without hesitation, "Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Coach, I'm warming up, ready to listen to the call at any time." Zhang Yang laughed.

Pierre was also amused by this kid. The kid was serious and devoted, but sometimes he had this kind of personality. Facing Zhang Yang's hippie smile, Pierre had no choice but to deal with him. Of course, this is Pierre with a good temper. Zhang Yang might have dared to do this if he had someone else. Pierre waved his hand and signaled Zhang Yang to warm up and not get in the way. Zhang Yang agreed and walked away like a good baby.

Seeing Zhang Yang walking away, Pierre was thinking. Maybe he should give this kid a chance to play?

The opponent Paris Saint-Germain must have no idea about Zhang Yang. To be honest, Paris Saint-Germain doesn't even know where Zhang Yang plays.

Perhaps, at this moment, sending this kid is probably a good idea?

There was a good idea in Pierre's mind and he made a decision.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yang ran to Pierre's nose and twisted his butt again. When he pressed his legs, Pierre left angered - he shouted at Zhang Yang, "Is there any warm-up sufficient? If not, hurry up!"

"Ah?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

"What are you doing when you are stunned! Let you prepare to play." Assistant coach and goalkeeper coach Mark Levi slapped the ass of this dumb goose in anger.

"Oh oh oh, it's ready, I'm ready!" Zhang Yang nodded quickly. While speaking, he quickly took off his coat.

Looking at Zhang Yang laughing happily, Pierre shook his head. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to choose to let this kid play so early! According to Pierre's plan, he planned to let Zhang Yang play in the last few minutes of the game so that the kid could feel the atmosphere of the Youth League. Now the game has only been more than 60 minutes before it was sent on the court. I wonder what kind of performance this kid can perform?

After the second half of the game started, the reporters in the press room kept paying attention to the movements on the bench of the Marseille Youth Team. The Marseille team was behind in the score. Once they could not defeat for a long time, they would definitely make a substitution. Who would they replace them?

At this time, the warm-up had been done. Now he took off his coat and was standing on the sidelines to accept head coach Hadick Pierre's face-to-face teaching, which attracted the attention of reporters.

"Look at the sidelines, there is something happening there!"

"Mr. Pierre is going to replace him?"

"Look! Who is that?"

"A oriental?"

"Does the Marseille team have Oriental players?"

"It seems that Pierre's going to replace a midfielder, the question is who will he replace?" A reporter seemed to know that there was a Chinese player trying out last year in the Marseille team, and that Chinese player seemed to be playing in the midfield.

"Mier, do you know the young man from the Eastern Constellation?"

"It seems like a Chinese player, well, he should be playing in the midfield." Miel Soster, a reporter from Atletico Marseille, said in a not sure tone.

Just as reporters were talking about Zhang Yang's appearance, Zhang Yang was accepting Pierre's order.

Pierre looked at the young man in front of him, the boy who was still laughing at him just now, and at this moment, he looked serious and serious, and it seemed like a soldier who was going to fight a decisive battle!

"nervous?"

"Somewhat, but more of it's excitement." 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 not let himself play at critical moments.

Pierre nodded, and he patted Chang Yang's shoulder, "If you can show the fighting spirit and state you worked during the second trial, I'll be relieved."

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously.

Pierre looked at Zhang Yang again with some concern, but saw the young man turning his head to look into the field, with a passionate look in his eyes. He smiled and patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, "After going on the field, tell Olembe what I had just made."

"Okay, coach."

"I look forward to your goal." Pierre thought about it and added another sentence. He felt it was necessary to encourage the young man again. He understood Zhang Yang's importance to this game, and was worried that Zhang Yang would be too nervous and afraid that he would be stage frightened.

"I can." Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and exhaled.

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

At the same time, a dead ball appeared in the stadium, and the fourth official on the sidelines raised an electronic signboard for substitution: Under No. 9, Up No. 27!

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

A young man with yellow skin and dark hair?

As an om TV commentator, Blanco is more familiar with the situation of the Marseille team than others. He knows that there was a Chinese player in the Marseille team before, but today this young man is not the young man he remembers. When did the Marseille team come to another Eastern Hokkien player?

"Marseille team asked for a substitution, Vadri was replaced. The Czechs' performance in today's game was really bad. He once wasted an excellent scoring opportunity... Mr. Pierre replaced... is our No. 27 player." Blanco was busy looking for 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 information, I want information from that young man." Blanco closed the audio track and shouted loudly to the backstage.

At this time, the substitution is about to be completed on the sidelines.

Vadri walked down with a frustrated look on his face. His performance today was really bad. As a striker, he was almost invisible. The only time that impressed was that one-on-one opportunity was wasted by his weak and weak shot.

This is not what makes Vadri the most uncomfortable. What makes him feel the most uncomfortable is that he was replaced when he performed so badly, and the Chinese boy he disliked the most!

Wadry was very upset. He was too lazy to even do routinely clapping Zhang Yang. He walked straight to the bench, took two steps, turned his head to look at the number 27 behind Zhang Yang, with a cold look on his face.

Zhang Yang was too lazy to care about and care about Vadri's mood at this moment.

He raised his head and took a deep breath on the side of the court with more than 4,000 people. The air seemed to be filled with a man's breath, a breath that only exists in the court. This is the breath of fighting.

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

In this way, he raised his chest and ran onto the field.
Chapter completed!