Updated: 2012-09-14

At the end of the first half, Marseille led Lyon team 3-1 away. Perhaps Lyon fans would feel unhappy and unfair. After all, Lyon team had the advantage in the first half but fell behind one to three.

However, this is the charm of football.

During the halftime break, Fernandez returned to the locker room with a smile. Hollier's face was gloomy and he fell behind one to three in the half. He felt the severity of the situation.

When Zhang Yang walked towards the player corridor on the sidelines, there was a huge boo, especially when he approached the player corridor, the boo was even louder. In addition to the boo, there were also various scoldings.

Marseille assistant coach Hiltney quickly ran a few steps, fearing that Zhang Yang would lose control after being attacked by Lyon fans and would make some fierce moves. If this guy was hot and raised his middle finger at the fans, he would be done.

However, Hiltney was surprised. What he didn't expect was that Zhang Yang just looked up at the fans who booed him, and then suddenly smiled strangely and ignored it. It seemed that the person who was scolding him was not himself.

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Seeing Zhang Yang's reaction, not only Hiltney, but also other Marseille players were also a little stunned. When did Zhang Yang get so good at meeting him? This is not Zhang Yang's style. He should be very angry. Although he would not fight directly with Lyon fans, at least the expression on his face would be so angry, and he would grit his teeth and continue to score goals in the second half.

So, seeing Zhang Yang's "Yun Danfeng Qing" look and the "light smile" on his face, everyone couldn't help but shake their heads: This is not normal. Did he score twice in the first half of the game, which made Zhang Yang satisfied? This is unscientific. How could Zhang Yang feel that the goal was enough and put down his butcher's knife?!

Is this kid pretending to be cool?

What if he doesn't matter, the Marseille team is now leading three to one, and the whole team is in a good mood.

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In the visiting team locker room at Gerland Stadium, Fernandez kept patting Chang Yang's shoulders and praised him for his outstanding performance in the first half.

Zhang Yang first said that he had won the bet with head coach Fernandez, and then he slapped his head and said that he had lost a lot and that there was no benefit to win.

Everyone laughed.

Fernandez tried to be serious. He pretended to be stern and said that the game was not over yet. If you have to win the game, Zhang Yang would say that he would win the bet. However, his seriousness was like a balloon, which was gently pierced by Ribery's words. The Scar Man shouted: The Lyons who made trouble last night must be very happy now. As he said that, he also screamed in the voice of the girl, "No, it's enough, it's already very good. I really don't want it."

Now, the entire locker room burst into laughter. The serious atmosphere that Fernandez wanted to create disappeared.

Everyone was in a good mood, joking and chatting with each other.

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The atmosphere in the Lyons locker room on the other side was not so relaxed.

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent because their head coach Hollier had just made a fuss. The one who scolded the most was the defense line. Hollier believed that the team's defense line was not focused enough and was not decisive enough to handle the ball.

Obviously, what Hollier refers to their second goal loss, that is, Zhang Yang suddenly inserted and grabbed the ball that shot Squillac's return pass into the net before goalkeeper Kupe.

"In the second half, all of you must fight to the death. On the offensive end, you must improve the efficiency of the offensive, and on the defense, you must increase your alertness. If you make a low-level mistake like the first half, we will have no chance in this game!"

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Morientes sat next to Zhang Yang and smiled and said, "What are you thinking?"

"How do you want to score?" Zhang Yang said with a look.

Morientes also smiled, "I knew you wouldn't be indifferent, but those fans were too much." Morientes said this correctly, but he heard it very clearly. The words the fans scolded were very ugly, and they even insulted Zhang Yang's parents.

Zhang Yang smiled again: "I will give them a night that will be unforgettable for life."

Morientes tsk and stopped talking. He looked at his partner. This young man who is about to turn 21 years old has enviable talents and talents. This is a young man who really loves football and his future is limitless. Of course, the deepest impression on Morientes is Zhang Yang's temperament. Marseille fans like him very much, but the opponent's fans do not like him so much. Every time he goes to away games, especially with Paris Saint-Germain, Lyon, and other Ligue 1 giants such as Bordeaux, Zhang Yang has to have a fight with his opponent's fans. Therefore, in the peak matchups of these Ligue 1, Zhang Yang not only has to fight with his opponent's players, but also has to fight with his opponent's fans. Moreover, he is full of fighting spirit and enjoys it.

"You can tell that you enjoy it." Morientes touched his nose and laughed.

"That's right, haha, the more they booed me and scolded me, I knew that they were so afraid of me. What were they afraid of me? Of course, they were afraid of me to score a goal. Thinking of their fear, I was excited and eager to score a goal, because I knew that my goal was the biggest blow to them. Whenever I scored a goal, I was so excited, and I thought, be scared, so let the boo come more violently, sure enough, haha."

Morientes looked at Zhang Yang. His personality was very peaceful. At the most depressing time, he would yell a few words after scoring a goal. Therefore, he could not truly understand Zhang Yang's emotions and could not understand why Zhang Yang was always full of fighting spirit for what he was, but he thought about it again. This would be very good. He patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and said, "Come on, the second half."

Zhang Yang nodded with a smile, then closed his eyes and regained his energy for the second half of the game.

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The grudges between Lyon and Zhang Yang have been known to the whole of France for a long time. Thanks to the media's unremitting efforts, many people even know about them in mainland Europe.

So, today's game is so important for Zhang Yang, he cannot lose. He cannot perform badly in front of the fans who mocked and insulted him. He must show his best side. For a shooter, performing well is a goal. Therefore, Zhang Yang worked so hard that he scored two goals in the first half.

However, Zhang Yang was not satisfied. He wanted to continue to create "surprise" for Lyon. He wanted Lyon fans to remember this game forever, remember this night, and let this Ligue 1 top four consecutive championships with a nightmare.

Since he was ready to leave Ligue 1, Zhang Yang gradually became calm in his heart. What he could not give up was his feelings for the fans. This might be fucked. He didn't know whether Marseille fans would like him after he transferred to leave Marseille. Therefore, Zhang Yang was determined to perform better and let the fans remember him. He wanted to set a monument for later generations, a monument they could not surpass. This young man stubbornly thought that in this case, Marseille fans would think of him, when he would return to this city again, and even cheer.

Everything I did was for this little thought.

He remembered the huge banner at the Gerland Stadium: bienvenue-en-enfer: Welcome to Hell.

Since you want to taste the taste of resistance, I will fulfill you!

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Seeing that Zhang Yang had closed his eyes and seemed to be falling asleep, everyone looked at each other in a daze.

At this time, assistant coach Hiltney's voice sounded, "Young guys, you're ready to play. Hurry up, Zhang-" He wanted to say, "Why are you asleep?" Then the second half of his sentence stuck in his throat.

The others also exclaimed. They saw Zhang Yang suddenly open his eyes, stand up suddenly, and walk to the door first, which shows that the young man can't wait to compete.

When he opened the door of the locker room, Zhang Yang looked back and saw the surprised faces of his teammates, he suddenly felt aroused in his heart, and this guy's mentality of a prank came up.

"I will score a great goal in the second half. Everyone must be impatient."

Uh. His words made everyone choke. It was you who couldn't wait, wait, what did he say, a great goal?

Everyone has a good relationship with Zhang, but when they saw this guy saying so arrogantly, they still couldn't help but want to hit him. At this time, they seemed to have forgotten that this was their teammate.

"You can't score goals just by saying you can score?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Besides, what is a great goal? There is no standard."

"Zhang, you haven't woken up yet."

"Ha ha."

Zhang Yang was stunned. What's wrong with these guys? They all spoke in a hurry. Besides, what, buddy, am I not your teammate? These guys!

Seeing Zhang Yang, everyone laughed.

Only then did Zhang Yang realize that he had been teased. He glared at him hatefully and said in a fury, "I'm not kidding, you guys wait and see."

"Hehehe, you said a great goal, how can this be considered great?" Nasri shouted.

"It's a good idea to be rated as the best goal of the season by the Ligue 1." Zhang Yang had already walked out of the door of the locker room, and his voice floated in, causing a lot of discussion.

"This kid won't come, right?"

"It seems to be true."

"Why is he so confident?"

"He is always confident, okay?"

"I mean, why is he so sure that he will score a great goal, God, he is talking about the best goal of the season, right?"

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"You guys, hurry up and play. Do you want to watch Zhang be beaten by the Lyons alone?" Hiltney yelled.

Tsk. When these people thought about it, it was true that Zhang Yang went out alone now. Now on the court, Zhang Yang was standing alone there. Opposite were eleven players from Lyon...

Many people had already thought of this scene and couldn't help but shivered. When they heard the assistant coach's words: Zhang was beaten by a crowd of Lyons. They all looked strange first, and then laughed loudly and laughed unscrupulously, as if they had encountered something huge and worthy of happiness.

"That boy, see how arrogant he is, haha."

"Yes, let's wait a little longer before we get out."

"First have a cup of coffee. Samir, we can talk about our love."

"I've killed you, but I have a normal sexual orientation."

"Ha ha."

"Get out quickly." Hiltney roared, and then he watched the guys scattered out of the locker room like birds and beasts, and laughed. Not only did he laugh, but head coach Fernandez, other members of the coaching staff and staff also laughed.

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At this moment, on the green field of the Gerland Stadium, as Hiltenay joked, because other Marseille players accidentally delayed for two minutes before they appeared, a somewhat strange and crazy shot that was enough to be included in the history of the Ligue 1 League was revealed.

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ps: Thank you for your support. I recommend the urban masterpiece "The Great Urban Pastor" of the fourth platoon leader, which is super beautiful.

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