The tables and chairs in the visiting team locker room at Princes Stadium are a bit old, and some locker cabinets even show rust.

In fact, most of the visiting locker rooms in all clubs are like this, and no one will create too good conditions for their opponents.

The atmosphere in the locker room was a bit depressing. Even Fernandez was aware of this depressing atmosphere when explaining the tactics of the second half. He looked at the root of the depressing atmosphere and was sitting in the seat next to the window of the locker room.

The young man seemed to have walked out of his anger just now. He just sat there quietly, his face calm, which made you unable to associate with the angry boy just now. The angry look of his just now made people have no doubt that if the radical Paris fans were in front of him, he would kill them!

However, Zhang Yang's calmness was so weird that it made everyone who knew this young man feel uneasy!

Fernandez was also a little nervous. He also considered replacing Zhang Yang at the beginning of the second half. Now Marseille is leading with one goal. If he defends it all, he may not be able to maintain the lead of this goal.

However, after looking at the silent young man, Fernandez rejected his idea. This kid is now a silent volcano and needs to be detonated. Otherwise, the hot lava will be suppressed like that, and maybe something will go wrong. Forget it, let Zhang Yang stay on the field and see what this kid will do!

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The stands at Princes Stadium, in a luxuriously decorated private room.

Mendes's face was extremely gloomy. This "super agent" who is proficient in the five languages ​​of Britain, France, Germany, Italy and the Netherlands, of course, saw what was written on the insulting banner of Paris fans.

The reason why ‘super agents’ are called ‘super agents’ is that their energy is huge and enough to attract the attention and fear of any club.

His own players were actually insulted, and Mendes had to do something. In addition, Zhang Yang asked him to take care of his family. Although what happened in the stands was not something that Mendes could control, it was enough to annoy Mendes.

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Zhang Guodong and Zhang Dahai don’t understand French, but the ruthless figure in the portrait who was wearing Qing Dynasty clothing and wearing braids expressed the meaning, both of them were not stupid, and they could guess.

Zhang Guodong's face flushed because of anger, while Zhang Dahai was angry. However, he was even more worried about his old father, and patients with hypertension could not be stimulated. Zhang Dahai found the pills, poured a glass of water, and asked his old father to take the medicine.

Zhang Guodong turned his head and asked Mendes, "Mr. Mendes, what does the above words mean?"

Mendes couldn't understand Chinese. After Zhang Dahai translated it in English, Mr. 'Super Agent' looked at the father of his player in surprise, told him what the sentence meant, and then said apologetically, "I have contacted the Paris Saint-Germain Club, and they will give an explanation."

Zhang Guodong couldn't understand what Mendes said. After his eldest son translated Mendes' words, he was honest all his life, but he never bent his backbone in his life and his father spoke. No, to be precise, he only bent his backbone once in his life, so he would bend over for his son!

"No need, my son will ask me for an explanation!" Zhang Guodong said loudly.

Then he stood up, looked outside, looked at the stadium, and looked at the exit of the player corridor. From then on, until the start of the second half and the end of the whole game, this ordinary Chinese father kept in this position!

"What did he say?" Mendes asked Zhang Dahai.

Zhang Dahai looked proud. He told Mendes about his old father's words. "Mr. Super Agent" was stunned, and then silent. Although he treated Zhang Guodong and his son politely before, this was because of the instructions of his players and did not really respect the other party very much. However, at this moment, Mendes felt for the first time that this ordinary Chinese was worthy of his respect!

He thought of Zhang Yang again, this rebellious, strong willed and always so confident!

Only such a respectable father can teach such a son!

"Zhang, please tell your father that he is a respectable father!" Mendes said to Zhang Dahai.

"Thank you." Zhang Dahai said in a humble and arrogant manner, "My father will be very happy."

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The visiting team locker room at Princes Stadium.

Zhang Yang was holding a pen and writing something on his jersey T-shirt.

The young man's expression was so serious and solemn. Nasri and Ribery wanted to see what was written on it, but they didn't dare to take the liberty to go over and read it.

This also made other players in the locker room feel even more depressed. Nasri dared not go over to watch. This is understandable. This kid is shy, but he even dared not go over to watch Ribery, who has the best relationship with Zhang Yang and is not afraid of heaven or earth. It can be imagined how serious this matter is.

Ribery really wanted to go over and see what he wrote, but he really didn't dare. He and Zhang Yang were good friends. He knew Zhang Yang. It was because of his understanding that Ribery knew the importance of relatives in Zhang Yang's heart, especially his father and brother. These two relatives Zhang Yang respected and loved the most occupy a very important position in Zhang Yang's heart.

"The Parisians are seeking death by themselves." Thinking of this, Ribery snorted heavily.

The locker room was very quiet, so Ribery's heavy hum was so abrupt that everyone else was startled. Then he glanced at Ribery, then looked at Zhang Yang, who was still moving, and was continuing to write something. The atmosphere was so depressing! They would rather start the second half of the game quickly than stay in the locker room. They are Zhang Yang's teammates, and they also know this young man, so this weird atmosphere made them even more uncomfortable. However, at this moment, everyone agreed with Ribery's words just now, "The Parisians are seeking death by themselves!"

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Fernandez frowned. The atmosphere in the locker room was too depressing. It would not work if he walked to the court with this atmosphere. He was thinking about whether he was saying something.

At this moment, Zhang Yang finally finished writing and drawing on his jersey T-shirt. He put on the jersey T-shirt and returned the pen to Nasri, "Thank you, Samir."

"Uh-uh--You're welcome." Nasri felt that he was dazzled. He saw something. Zhang Yang actually smiled at him just now. The boy actually spoke to him with a smile, but at this time, Nasri felt a chill all over his body. Seeing Zhang Yang smiling at this time, he felt even more depressed.

Then Zhang Yang looked at his teammates and he told everyone.

"Listen, brothers, I'm very angry!" he said loudly, and then his voice suddenly rose a lot of decibels again, "I want to fuck them hard! I need support!"

When all the Marseille players heard Zhang Yang say this, the depressing atmosphere that weighed on everyone's hearts was like a big dark curtain, a hole was torn open, and the sunlight came in! This felt so comfortable!

Well, Zhang Yang said he wanted to fuck the Parisians hard, of course they had no objection, so they fuck the Parisians hatefully! Not to mention that the two teams are enemies, if the Parisians hadn't done anything like insulting Zhang Yang and his family, would they have been in such a depressing atmosphere during almost the entire halftime break?

Of course, they cannot count this account on Zhang Yang, but on the Parisians!

Now, everyone understands that Zhang Yang is going to get angry, no, to be precise, it is even more serious than being angry, it is going to fight! It is really a war!

"no problem."

"Zhang was angered, you can do whatever you want!"

"Yes, fuck them to death!"

"Of course, you make the decision and give them some color!"

Everyone agreed, now, let alone Zhang Yang asked them to help him fuck the Parisians hard, anything would be fine! Seeing such a vicious Zhang Yang, they suddenly felt that it was so fucking friendly!

God, this is the normal Zhang!

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The Paris players are already standing on the court, but the Marseille players are still in the locker room, so they can only continue to wait and wait until the Marseille players come on the court before the second half can continue to start.

The fourth official has gone to the Marseille locker room for the second time to urge him.

"What's going on with the Maasai?" Mbami said.

"I don't know." Traore shook his head.

Next to them, Paris Saint-Germain's absolute offensive core, their Portuguese shooter Pauletta's face was a little serious. He keenly felt that the Marseille had not come out until now, which was inseparable from the excessive actions of the Paris fans in the stands.

Pauletta looked up and looked at the portrait of the insulting Marseille Nine that appeared in the last period of the first half.

Pauletta frowned, and he was quite disgusted with the behavior of his fans.

In fact, Paris players basically know what happened. They are also quite disgusted by the actions of some radical fans on their side, especially the team has many black players who are even more disgusted by racial discrimination. However, they have no choice but to do anything about it. This behavior is not uncommon in France. Even some of them have been insulted by racial discrimination. However, they are powerless to do anything about it and can only pretend not to see it.

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At this moment, the players of Marseille ran out of the players' corridor.

The booing of Paris fans in the stands at Princes Stadium suddenly rang wildly, and all kinds of insults came one after another.

The group of Paris fans shouted loudly, "Poor Chinese monkeys! Let's feed you bananas!"

Zhang Yang looked up, and he looked at the place where the demons danced.

Fuck. You are paralyzed!

Zhang Yang spitted on the ground, "Dog, mom, you guys, wait!"

The players from both sides lined up and the Marseille team kicked off first.

Before the kickoff, Zhang Yang suddenly said to Pauletta not far from him, "I'm sorry tonight!"

Pauletta was stunned, what does this mean?

Soon he knew what this meant!

This is ready to go crazy!

This is going to start a massacre!

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Chapter completed!