Chapter 21: The debut (4)

Zhong Dajun in the stands saw Zhang Yang taking over the No. 9 player on the court and ran into the court. He stood up and went on the court! The boy came on the court, and his compatriots came on the court!

He clenched his fists and pounded them down hard, "Oh!" Then he raised his head and looked inside the court with excitement.

"You must have good performance."

Not only Zhong Dajun, but also the Marseille fans in the stands also noticed Zhang Yang who came on the bench. There was no way, Zhang Yang's black hair and yellow skin and typical Eastern Hokage were too eye-catching.

"Look, it's a substitution, and there's an Asian player."

"When did the team have such a young man, why don't we know?"

"Where does this kid play? Who knows?"

Marseille fans were talking a lot. When the team was behind in the score and needed to score a goal, they must strengthen their offense. The team's head coach replaced this player. This kid should be the striker, right? But it's really hard to say.

Just as the fans of Marseille were talking, Paris Saint-Germain youth team head coach Simones was also observing the opponent's substitution.

"It's really a ghost." Simones looked at the Marseille coach's seat not far away. Pierre's substitution made Simones a little confused. Simones knew nothing about this young man with Asian faces. Which country is he from? Where is his position he played? How strong is his strength? What are his characteristics?

I don't know anything.

"Do you have any information about that kid?" Simonis turned his head and asked his assistant coach, but he knew when he saw the expression on the other party's face. His assistant coach would not know much more about the Asian-faced Marseille player than he did. The Marseille team's new No. 27 player is a big question mark for them.

Because he knew nothing about Zhang Yang, Simonis chose to adapt to changes in the same way. He did not make any adjustments to his team's tactics. Without knowing what card the Marseille substitution was to play, Simonis did not make any adjustments rashly.

Zhang Yang ran to the team captain Orembe, covered his mouth and told the head coach's tactical arrangements. Orembe nodded, and then he looked at Zhang Yang, "Are you nervous?"

"Yeah, a little bit." Zhang Yang answered honestly.

Orembe was about to encourage and comfort Zhang Yang, but he heard the person in front of him ask, "Is this game live?"

"That's right." Olembe said affirmatively that the om TV station of Marseille Club has always been broadcasting as much as possible for the Youth League.

"That's great." Zhang Yang said excitedly.

Looking at Zhang Yang's excited expression, Orembe uh, and swallowed the words in his throat. He found that he didn't seem to need to say anything more. Maybe this guy was nervous, but more of it should be excited.

I'm afraid I won't be too excited. Orembe looked at Zhang Yang with an excited smile on his face, and he thought so in his heart. Obviously, he doesn't trust this new teammate very much. On the football field, it's very simple to win trust and speak with strength.

Paris Saint-Germain youth team's central defenders Bamba and Kobedi are also observing the opponent, the boy who just came on the court. Although the head coach did not make tactical adjustments, the two still have to observe their opponents due to the defensive consciousness of the central defender.

"This kid is not tall, he shouldn't be the kind of header that is good," said Bamba.

"I worry about so much, so how can I have any good players in Asia?" Kobe Di was a little dissatisfied with his partner's caution. "I'll leave this kid to me later." He said proudly. As the main central defender of the Paris Saint-Germain youth team, Kobe Di, who once had the chance to play in the first team, was quite confident in his strength.

When Bamba saw his partner say this, he stopped talking. He just said it casually, and from the bottom of his heart, he didn't think that this Eastern Kong player would pose a threat to him.

When Yashioi saw Zhang Yang coming on stage, Zhang Yang waved to him. Yashioi also waved her hand to respond. Seeing Zhang Yang's excited look, Yashioi smiled. For some reason, he felt a little happy. He found that he began to like this feeling slowly, and it was good to have friends.

After Zhang Yang came on the court, the Marseille team's tactics changed immediately, especially Yashioi, who also had a relatively familiar understanding of Zhang Yang's characteristics during these days and Zhang Yang's extra training.

Now, Marseille is going to use Zhang Yang's speed to fight back! It seems a bit strange. At this moment, Marseille is the backward side. If you want to fight back, it should be Paris Saint-Germain. However, it is precisely because Paris Saint-Germain's ignorance of Zhang Yang's characteristics that Marseille has the possibility of using Zhang Yang's speed to fight back. This is also the tactical change that Pierre had just given Zhang Yang's face-to-face teaching on the sidelines.

The game continues.

A Paris Saint-Germain's offense was resolved by Marseille goalkeeper Gavinnon, and Marseille's subsequent offense was resolved.

Orembe knocked the ball to Delphin, who took two steps forward and had to pass it back to Yashioi when facing the opponent's press. Then he ran forward by himself, but he didn't expect Yashioi to pass the ball with one foot.

Almost the moment Yashioy made his foot, Zhang Yang rushed forward like a leopard.

Paris Saint-Germain youth team central defender Kobedi quickly ran with Zhang Yang. The first feeling was that this kid was so fast. It seemed that he might really have to cheer up and deal with it. However, the next second, Kobedi smiled. He saw Zhang Yang stretching his foot to stop the ball, but the ball was nearly two meters away from him. Kobe was the first to accelerate and directly destroyed the ball.

Haha, it turns out that this kid is so powerful. Kobe is relieved now.

Paris Saint-Germain's other central defender, Bamba, also laughed, and he was relieved. The kid seemed to be very fast, but he was just a rough guy. Haha, football is not where track and field athletes should come.

Zhang Yang was a little annoyed. He actually stopped the ball so big just now. What a good chance to counterattack. Now he is becoming more and more eager to improve his technical ability. In China, it’s nothing to stop the ball for two meters. Even some international players are such rough guys. However, in the French league, even in the youth league, such a level is really not enough!

Then he saw the Paris Saint-Germain defender who was defending himself with serious disdain, which made Zhang Yang extremely angry. He glared at Kobe fiercely, and the latter laughed even happier. Kobe shook his eyes at his partner, meaning that if he saw it, this kid actually dared to glar at me, haha, it was so laughing to death.

Zhang Yang clenched his fists! He didn't want to take action! He was not stupid, of course he knew the consequences of taking action on the court, and he didn't bother to take action in such a situation! He wanted to defeat the guy in front of him with dignity! Then settle the new and old accounts together!

Paris Saint-Germain coach Simones, who was on the sidelines, also put his heart in his stomach at this time. The number 27 player Marseille replaced was completely unconcerned. Could it be that Marseille gave up the game and replaced it with a newcomer to exercise? Simones looked at the coaching seat of Marseille, but he did not see much information from Pierre's face.

"This kid's strength is too bad." Marseille's assistant coach Hiltney scoffed at Zhang Yang's performance just now, and turned his head to say to head coach Fernandez.

Fernandez smiled bitterly, Zhang Yang's technical level is indeed not satisfactory. This is the kid's biggest weakness.

"Just just now, the first time the No. 27 player who just replaced the field...his performance..." Marseille Club om TV commentator Blanco was speechless. Can anyone tell me who this No. 27 is? Which country he is from and where he plays? It's really a ghost.

"From the performance of this young man just now, I really can't give people too much confidence. To us, this young man is simply an alien. Who can tell me about this young man's situation? I'll invite him to be a guest next time." Blanco smiled bitterly and scratched his head and said.

There was a burst of laughter in front of the TV. However, it was not the Marseille fans who laughed. For Marseille fans, Zhang Yang's performance just now brought shame to them.

"How did Pierre do it? Where did he get this fool!"

"Yes, stopping the ball can stop so far. Is this guy really playing football?"

"Although I have always respected Mr. Pierre, this time, I do not intend to support him (this time substitution)."

"Who is this kid? Could it be Pierre's brother-in-law?"

At this time, Blanco, who was sitting in the commentary room, finally took a piece of paper from the staff, and the one on it was written about Zhang Yang's situation.

"Oh, thank God, we finally know where this alien came from. This young man is 19 years old this year, from... China, well, if the information on my hand is correct, this young man from China is called yang...yang...zhang, God, who will tell me how to read the name of this Chinese boy? Let's call him Boy No. 27, Boy No. 27 is from China, and the position is... Forward? Well, that's right, Mr. Pierre replaced Watts

Delhi, replaced our No. 27 guy. This is a counter-substitution, with the purpose of continuing to strengthen the attack. However, Mr. Pierre is really sure that this No. 27 is really more effective than Vadri... At least, the Czechs' stopping skills are much stronger than his substitute." Blanco obviously does not understand the Marseille substitution this time. The gold medal commentator's mouth is like a poisonous snake, and he did not give Pierre and Zhang Yang a little face. Of course, Blanco can't even read Zhang Yang's name at this time.

If Zhang Yang had been performing poorly today, this om TV commentator would probably never remember this name that made him difficult to describe in his life.

At this time, on the court, the Marseille team had just escaped, and Paris Saint-Germain midfielder Lagued shot a long shot on the crossbar. The om TV commentator Blanco and the stands were shocked. The Marseille fans in front of the TV were covered in cold sweat.

Pierre on the sidelines looked grim and paced around the sidelines. He held his chin with his hands and stared at the stadium. It can be imagined that if Marseille lost 1:2 in this game, or even conceded the goal again, Pierre's substitution this time might become a laughing stock in the Youth League.

Pierre looked at Zhang Yang who was running in the frontcourt, boy, show your fighting spirit! Compared to the damage to personal honor, Pierre is even more worried that if Zhang Yang performed extremely poorly in this game, would this kid bear such a blow?

The Marseille midfielder knocked the ball to another striker Dawu, who pulled the ball and turned around and was about to drive the ball forward, but was knocked down by a single person.

The referee Cams's whistle was in his mouth, but he did not stop the game. When he saw the ball was about to go out of the sideline, the No. 27 player of the Marseille team almost desperately grabbed everyone and fell to the ground and shoveled the ball to his teammates around him.

"This idiot! Why do you want to save this ball? Wouldn't it be better to win a free kick?" Marseille's first-team assistant coach Hiltney continued his own romance. He just didn't like this Chinese boy.

"Do you think a free kick 45 meters away from the goal is useful or a counterattack on the spot is useful?" Fernandez glanced at his assistant with a squinting look, then turned his head to continue watching the game.

Zhang Yang fell to the ground desperately and shoveled the ball to Delphin, and he quickly got up and ran towards the frontcourt.

Delfin turned around with a beautiful pull-up, got rid of the PSG player's snatch, and then he pushed the ball into the middle, and the team captain Orembe came up to receive the ball.

Zhang Yang raised his hand to ask for the ball in the frontcourt.

Orembe hesitated for a moment and handed the ball over to Yashioi who moved to the sidelines. Obviously, Zhang Yang's terrible stop-off mistake just now made his teammates not trust him.

While Yasioy stopped the ball beautifully, he also allowed Paris Saint-Germain's fierce midfielder Haddad to tackle the tackle. Then he led the ball forward without hesitation. At the same time, he looked up frequently, observing Zhang Yang's running position.

Others in the team did not trust Zhang Yang and did not pass the ball to Zhang Yang. However, Yaxioi chose to trust his friends. This was not even about his recognition of Zhang Yang's strength, just because they were friends! This was Zhang Yang's first game, and Zhang Yang needed help, so of course he had to help! Before, when his friend was lonely and helpless on the training ground, he chose to retreat. This was a shame and humiliation by Yaxioi. At this moment, he would never hesitate anymore!

Besides, head coach Pierre's tactics are also clearly explained. To use Zhang Yang's speed to fight back, Yasioi is more confident!

Zhang Yang saw Yashioi dribbling the ball, and he began to get excited. He knew Yashioi would pass the ball to him! He believed in his friends! His brother.

Zhang Yang did not stop at his feet. He kept interspersing and running.

He found himself getting a very good opportunity. Paris Saint-Germain's two central defenders, Bamba and Kobedi, seemed not very concerned about his running position. Only Kobedi was defending him. Moreover, this freckled boy was also a little careless about his defense.

Zhang Yang knew that he was ignored!

This made him feel angry!

More excitement!

Parisians, you will soon pay the price for your arrogance!

His blood was almost reaching the boiling point, but he told himself that he had to calm down.

He looked at Kobe for the first time, but the other party still had a disdainful expression. Zhang Yang lowered his head and ran to the left. He was almost on the wing, which made him look like he was not a center forward, but a wing forward.

"Haha, that kid is afraid of himself." Kobe looked proud of his first look. He raised his chin proudly at his partner Bamba. But he saw his partner's face suddenly change!

Parallel!

Zhang Yang has been observing Jacioi's dribbling position and the position of Paris Saint-Germain's defense line. He saw that he and Paris Saint-Germain's back-end defender, who was parallel to the proud Kobeth, suddenly exerted force under his feet, and rushed forward like a leopard!

Almost half a second before Zhang Yang rushed forward, Yashioi, who had been dribbling the ball, swung his right foot and kicked the ball up!

"Yacioy is still dribbling the ball, and he is still dribbling the ball. No one from the Paris Saint-Germain went up to stop him... Someone went up... passing the ball! This is-" Blanco suddenly shouted loudly, "Look, who is that? No. 27? He is running, isn't offside? Isn't offside? Isn't offside? Isn't offside! Isn't offside! Isn't offside! Isn't offside! Isn't offside! Isn't offside! Isn't pretty counter-offside cooperation! Beautiful—"

Kobeth was raising his hand, while the other Paris Saint-Germain players were raising their hands, and they signaled to Zhang Yang to offside.

There was only another central defender in Paris Saint-Germain, Bamba, who cursed France, while rushing towards the ball desperately, glaring at his central defender partner Kobedi, and shouting loudly, "Bastard, hurry up and return to defense!"

If possible, Bamba wanted to strangle his partner Kobedi. This guy said that he had given the No. 27 to him, so he could feel at ease to hand over the No. 27 to him! Bamba's attention just now was on Dawu, another striker of the Marseille team.

Neither the referee nor the assistant referee raised the flag. There was no offside! This is a good ball!

Bamba rushed towards the ball from the side. His speed was not slow. He had already seen the ball not far away. Bamba felt ecstatic. He swung his thighs directly and wanted to clear the ball in the air! This is the safest way!

The expected feeling of hitting the ball with his right foot did not appear, and he saw a figure appearing in front of him!

It's the 27th!

In Bamba's eyes, this guy was like a life-threatening leopard. He rushed up desperately. Bamba obviously felt his right foot kicking the guy. He even frowned when he saw this guy! Bamba knew that this must have hurt. He was very confident in his foot strength, but the guy actually groaned like this, pointed his forehead, pushed the ball forward, continued to accelerate, and passed!
To be continued...