Chapter 22: Robe

"gooooooaaaal!" A long drag sound came from Blanco's mouth, dragging it for more than 10 seconds. Just as his voice saw the trough, Blanco quickly breathed, "gooooooal--" another high-pitched goal sound that lasted for more than ten seconds!

To be honest, it would be a pity to not go to the Golden Hall of Vienna to sing opera, maybe he would be the next Pavarotti.

Blanco was very excited. Not only Zhang Yang's goal was indeed quite beautiful. In fact, what's more important is that the contrast between the young man brought him was too strong. A few minutes ago, he was still sarcastic about the kid being an amateur player. In the blink of an eye, the young man he was sarcastic and unfavorable scored, a wonderful goal! The key goal to equalize the score.

The greater the contrast, the more incredible it is!

"This ball is so beautiful! Let's take a look again. Yashioy's pass and the goalkeeper's running are quite tacit understanding... His speed is so fast! God, Bamba must have kicked him, but he did not stop but continued to sprint until he finished the goal! The young man gave me the feeling that he would fight hard for this goal." Looking at the goal replay, Blanco was shocked while admiring. This young man, who was as strange as outsiders, including him and most of the Marseille fans, shocked them.

"The name of our young man is - yang-zhang. Hell, this name is really hard to pronounce." Blanco said with a smile. "If he can continue this goal performance, I believe that for all of us, it is difficult to pronounce the name, but it is definitely not a big problem."

Zhong Dajun in the stands excitedly covered his face with both hands. He couldn't believe it? He doubted whether this was a dream?

This goal is impeccable in terms of excitement and importance!

He felt that the excitement in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. Before, he was thinking about how he would make words and sentences to send a lot of reports to the country if his compatriots were not performing well. Now, he didn't have to worry about how to spend time reporting on this game and reporting on the performance of that kid.

Because this is what I witnessed with my own eyes, it is the most real! It is also the most real feeling! Such a report is effortless to write, and it is a description of the real senses.

Zhang Yang stood in the penalty area, standing there, with his fists violently hitting his chest, and roaring towards the sky, like a roaring lion!

Then he turned his head to look and saw his teammates running towards him.

Captain Orembe ran over and shouted, "Good!"

Others also had excited and happy expressions on their faces. Even if they thought you had a conflict on the training ground yesterday and had a bad relationship with him, they rushed over with a smile. Because of this goal, they abandoned all the unhappiness because they were comrades!

Zhang Yang has always believed that on the court and on the court, a teammate of a team is a comrade-in-arms, who can trust his back and his life on the battlefield!

This is the battlefield for men!

Teammates are also charisma!

How could I say I have no clothes, and I am with my son!

Zhang Yang laughed loudly, opened his arms to welcome his teammates who rushed up to celebrate. At this moment, this scene was the scene he had imagined countless times in his dreams, and this moment the dream came true!

The Marseille fans in the stands all raised their arms and cheered loudly. Many people stomped their feet hard to express their excitement.

Huge contrast can often lead to greater passion.

Just now, they didn't know who Zhang Yang was, and they were still talking about Zhang Yang's previous poor stop. They didn't like this young man who came on the bench and were not optimistic about it.

However, at this moment, all the bad emotions disappeared after this goal. The textbook counterattack, the wind-like speed, the desperate fighting spirit, the clean and neat shot, and the ostentatious celebration after the goal! Classics all make the fans excited.

The Marseille fans in the stands were already asking each other who the No. 27 of the goal was? Which country was he from? When did he come to the Marseille team? In the stands, they certainly couldn't hear the commentary of Blanco, an commentator of the Marseille Club om TV station, and did not know that if they didn't look at some of the basic situations of Zhang Yang introduced. Of course, Blanco has not been able to successfully read Zhang Yang's name until now.

Paris Saint-Germain youth coach Simones waved his arm very annoyed and helplessly. Looking at the No. 27 who was being surrounded by his teammates to celebrate, he was more puzzled. Just now, the stopping of No. 27 just now was polite and said that the skills were rough. To put it bluntly, it was a bit amateur, which also made him feel very at ease about No. 27. This is completely harmless. But, the situation suddenly changed, and the No. 27 player scored a goal in a blink of an eye! This contrast is too strong.

Simones turned his head and looked at the coaching seat of the Marseille youth team. Could this No. 27 be Pierre's latest secret weapon?

Marseille youth team head coach Pierre is hugging and celebrating with assistant coach Mark Levi. For him, Zhang Yang is not a secret weapon, but a real surprise, a big surprise! Because Pierre really didn't expect Zhang Yang's debut ball to come so quickly! In today's game, he didn't expect Zhang Yang to make any achievements. As long as he can play to his own level and feel the atmosphere of the Youth League. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang gave him a big surprise!

At this time, the game has been kicked off in the middle circle.

Marseille's first-team assistant coach Hiltney still did not come out of the shock just now. It was hard for him to imagine that a young man with such rough skills could actually score a goal! And the goal was very beautiful.

He turned his head to look at head coach Fernandez, and saw the undisguised look of joy on the latter's face.

"What a good seedling," said Fernandez.

"Uh-this goal is really good." Even though Hiltney didn't believe in Zhang Yang's strength before and didn't like this young Chinese man, at this moment, Zhang Yang's goal was a fact, and he could only nod awkwardly. However, he still tried to express his point of view, "Just a goal doesn't mean anything!"

Fernandez nodded unexpectedly, "A goal doesn't mean anything. In fact, I am optimistic about this young man, not because of the goal he scored during the youth team's trial, but because of the things he showed in the goal, fighting spirit, determination, and fighting spirit. I saw these qualities from this young man. This is even more important than talent."

Seeing his assistant coach thinking, Fernandez suddenly asked, "What did you notice about his goal just now?"

"What?" Hiltney was a little puzzled.

Fernandez pointed to the young man in the stadium and said without hiding his appreciation tone, "During that goal, the central defender of Paris Saint-Germain kicked him, and his footwork should not be light. At this time, generally speaking, the shooter would fall to the ground and win a free kick. After all, the free kick at this position is still threatening, but the young man did not stop. He only thought about scoring the goal! This desire and fighting spirit for goals are even more satisfying than the goal itself."

"And this is exactly what I like most about this young man, and even more satisfying than his speed advantage." Fernandez patted his assistant, "For players, and for a coach, some excellent qualities are even more important than professional knowledge."

In the end, the Marseille youth team defeated the Paris Saint-Germain youth team 3-2 at home.

Zhang Yang was not able to score again in the subsequent game time, but the goal that Marseille overtook the score was also due to his credit, because it was the penalty kick he created.

Almost exactly the same goal as Zhang Yang's goal, Yaxioi passed the ball with a big foot, and Zhang Yang used his speed advantage to break into the penalty area. This time, Kobedi, who made an unforgivable mistake in Zhang Yang's previous goal, made another big mistake. He wanted to fall to the ground and tackle the ball out of the sideline, but completely underestimated Zhang Yang's speed. Zhang Yang had already broken through, and his legs stretched out from behind tripped Zhang Yang.

With a clear penalty, referee Cams also showed a red card to Kobetty and sent the pretentious guy off the court.

Another striker of the Marseille team, Dawu, scored the penalty kick created by Zhang Yang! Reversing the game 3:2!

Although he was unable to score the second goal in this game, this was no longer important to Zhang Yang. His performance in his Marseille youth team's debut was amazing!

Although there are still problems with his ball-handling skills and some tacit understanding between him and his teammates, a goal and a penalty-making assist are simply a stunning performance for a rookie who joins the team for less than a week!

When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Zhang Yang rushed to the coaching seat of the Marseille youth team. He hugged the head coach Pierre at once. He wanted to thank the old man. In a sense, Mr. Pierre was his mentor! He was as kind as a mountain to him!

God gave him a chance at his most difficult time. He seized this opportunity. The road ahead may still be uneven and may be bumpy. But no matter how difficult it is, can he still be as difficult as he first came to France?

Pierre promised to give him a second trial, which may not be anything to Pierre himself, but for Zhang Yang, it can be said that it changed his destiny.

Pierre patted his shoulders on the rosy shoulders and was very satisfied with the young man.

Zhang Yang then screamed and gave a bear hug with Yaxioi, and then hugged Louis, who had sat on the bench for 90 minutes. Louis laughed. Although he did not play, he was really happy for Zhang Yang's performance.
Chapter completed!