Zhang Yang walked out of the player corridor, he looked up and saw that there were crowds of people. The lights covered the stadium. Zhang Yang squinted his eyes and looked at the lights.

The entire stadium was like an explosion of fireworks, with fans igniting fireworks.[]

There are some fans who seem to be the leader of the fan. They do not watch the ball, but face the fans with their backs to the court, straddle on the railing, and there are several trumpets standing next to them, directing the fans to shout.

During the entire first half, San Siro Stadium was targeting Zhang Yang's booing, most of them directed it. The booing reached its peak when Zhang Yang made a provocative celebration move after he scored a goal.

The entire stadium is magnificent and can accommodate more than 80,000 people. There were only about 50,000 fans today, but even this situation is amazing.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath. He could feel the heart beating in his chest, of course, not nervousness, but excitement!

AC Milan, no matter whether you lose or win or lose, you must remember my name and let you know me, a Chinese shooter from the football desert in your eyes!

"Son, play football well."

"Well, dad, I want you to be proud of me."

"Haha, little brat, do you know what pride is? How to make my dad proud."

"I have to make a lot of money, buy a big house, eat delicious food, and give my dad a face."

"Face? Haha, little brat, you know what's the big deal. What's the delicious one?"

"I want to buy a lot of pig trotters, so my dad will eat them when watching the game." Zhang Yang remembered that once my dad heard a football friend talk about Dashan and said that it would be great to eat the pig trotters his son bought when watching the game. My dad smiled and said that the person was lucky. If my dad bought the pig trotters himself, he would definitely not be willing to bear it. All the money at home was spent on the two children. To be precise, more on Zhang Yang.

Dad, are you watching football? Please be proud of your son!

You have always been the pride of your son. You have used your backbone to stand up this family and tried your best to make your son’s dream. The only reward for your son is to make your backbone more straight. In front of others, your son will always be your pride!

※※※※※※※※※※

"The competition starts quickly, I can't wait." Zhang Yang said loudly.

"Haha, be careful that the Milanese people want you to look good when they hear it." Ribery said with a smile. This is exactly where he recognizes Zhang Yang, the good brother. Both of them are both born in a rash and fearless. No matter how big a strong enemy they face, they will never be weaker if they don't say anything else. Of course, their strength is also one aspect.

Milan players don't understand French, so they don't know what Zhang Yang is saying, but I feel unhappy when I see the boy laughing and talking loudly.

"The country bumpkin, isn't it just a draw one-to-one? Are you so happy?" Girardino said angrily. He had an excellent shooting opportunity in the first half, so he was depressed.

Maldini looked at the young man and turned his head to ask Nesta, "Alessandro, what do you think of that kid?"

Nesta pondered for a moment, "He's a bit like Philip, but he's faster."

Maldini nodded. Although Nesta did not say anything praise, the kid was a bit like Inzaghi, which was the biggest compliment.

In the first half, Milan's goal concealed was reflected. When this young man shot, there was not a single defender around him. Is AC Milan missing someone? Of course not. This kid's running position was too erratic, and his judgment of the landing point of the ball was very accurate, and he had strong explosive power. He rushed up instantly and completed the shot.

It seems that I have to pay more attention to the second half of the game. Maldini said to himself, it’s a pity, it’s a big deal. If I were ten years younger, no, five years younger, five years younger, why should I be afraid of this naughty young man?

Time is forbidden. He is already considering retirement. However, the team's blood-changing line of defense is still not a single sign. In recent years, the focus of the transfer has been on the midfield and frontcourt, but there is no movement in the defense line. This also makes Maldini unable to make up his mind to leave and not find a successor. He is worried. He devoted all his love to Milan and Maldini. This love transcends the general concept, and is more like he has been integrated into the blood and breathing together.

※※※※※※※※※※

The second half has not started. AC Milan team made a substitution first. They replaced Inzagi and replaced Oliveira.

Inzaji was injured at the last moment of the first half, but after treatment, he returned to the court. However, during the halftime break, the team doctor checked in detail and suggested that Inzaji be replaced.

Oliveira, the Brazilian scorer who spent 17 million euros to introduce from Real Betis when the summer transfer window was about to close, made his Champions League debut with AC Milan.

Oliveira's substitute came on the bench to give the speaker more topics.

"Oliveira is on the court. This is his first Champions League game for AC Milan. Haha, on the side of the Marseille team, Chinese scorer Zhang is also the Champions League debut. Zhang Yang scored a goal in the first half. I don't know what Oliveira will perform. In the summer, the Marseille scorer was once Milan's goal. However, in the end, Milan did not like this young man, but bought the Brazilian scorer. Now, the two met in the game so soon. Whether the 17 million euros spent by the Milanese people is worth it, we can compare it."

After counting the number of players on both sides and checking the situation of the ball net - "Dou!" The referee of this game, Merkel, blew the whistle to the beginning of the second half.

CCTV Sports Channel, which has always been petty, did not purchase the broadcast rights of the Champions League. Chinese fans want to watch it through espn's live broadcast on "". This also made espn's commentator Zhan Jun quickly become one of the favorite commentators of Chinese fans.

"Acc Milan still attacked with all its might at the beginning of the second half. They must win this game and set a good start for their Champions League this season. Can the Marseille team withstand the bombardment of Milan?" Zhan Jun said worriedly. He is not a Milan fan, nor is he a Marseille fan. However, when it comes to tendencies, he is still more biased towards the Marseille team. After all, the Marseille team's main attacker Zhang Yang is Chinese.

In the private room of the San Siro Stadium, Berlusconi returned to his seat with Galliani and a sexy and hot woman. He shrank his neck slightly and looked into the stadium. Looking at the field, it seemed like a copy of the first half, and the Marseille team was suppressed by Milan again. The team's offense was higher and higher, and he could score a goal at any time. Only a smile appeared on his face. Now, there was only one goal short of a goal. With just one goal, the Marseille people's will to resist can be destroyed, and he no longer worried about anything.

Humph, this game must be won. If anyone makes him lose face, he will not let anyone have a good time!

※※※※※※※※※※

While dribbling, Seidorf suddenly stopped and passed the ball to Pirlo. The latter did not stop the ball and shot with a long shot. This was a wonderful fallen leaf ball shot. The ball suddenly fell in front of Carraso and rebounded, making him unable to react. Seeing that the football was about to enter the door from behind him, a sky blue figure flew over and drove the football big foot out of the penalty area.

"Luis almost kicked Pirlo's shot out on the goal line! He made a contribution! This 20-year-old young man was a little too nervous when facing Pirlo for a while, his performance today was remarkable."

"What a pity! Milan missed their second goal."

Seeing that the ball did not make it, Pirlo didn't care about regrets and turned around and ran without saying a word. As an almost unique "organized midfielder" on this planet, he is the brain of Milan and needs to organize Milan's offense. However, when defending, he must do as well as possible, although defense is not his strength.

The offense must be suppressed and the defense must be quickly returned to defense when defending, which greatly consumed his physical fitness.

※※※※※※※※※※

Ribery received the ball in the frontcourt and took advantage of the fact that Milan had just pushed up and had not fully returned to defend. He could show his power! Pirlo, Cafo, and even Gattuso were pressing up and were returning to defend now. This is a good opportunity for Marseille to wait for a long time!

He dribbled the ball quickly along the sidelines.

The dragged-up Maldini came up to intercept him, but Ribery, who was over teenager, turned directly over. Looking at Ribery's figure leaving, many commentators sighed that time is ruthless and the captain Milan is indeed old. This is not that Maldini is not strong enough. Facing such skilled and fast players, the veteran is really struggling.

After Ribery took a distance along the side road, he passed the ball to Thorin who was inserted into the back.

Thorin directly crossed!

Zhang Yang was running at the front point. Under Nesta's pressure, it became difficult for him to directly hit the goal. He had jumped up and was in the air. At this time, he glanced at a blue sky from the corner of his eyes. He didn't know if it was his partner Morientes, Nasri or someone else, but he would be fine anyway.

The idea of ​​trying to barely hit the ball, he pushed his head and hit the ball, but it was not a head-on attack, but it was a head-on swing!

Morientes sprinted forward. He didn't know whether Zhang Yang could see him or whether he could pass the ball over. However, as a shooter, he had to do what he should do. As for whether his teammates could pass the ball over, he had no flaws to consider.

As soon as others rushed to the scene, they saw the ball arrive.

Morientes was overjoyed. He jumped into the air, like a missile launched, bombing with a powerful header!

Dida flew over, but he still couldn't touch the ball. It was not that he was slower, but that the header was bombing at such a close-knit header, so the goalkeeper had no time to react!

After Zhang Yang finished the header, Nesta lost his center of gravity. He staggered to the ground, but his head turned to one side and his eyes were staring at the direction of the goal!

I saw the ball flying over from Dida's left hand and flew into the net.

He sat on the ground, raised his hands high, which was a celebration move, a celebration of goals.

Although he didn't enter the ball, the joy in his heart was still so boiling! It was like boiling water in the pot!

※※※※※※※※※※

ps: First update. Howl - ask for red votes, collect them, and ask for all kinds of questions.


Chapter completed!