Updated: 2012-09-21

The game against Lorient made the whole Marseille team look exhausted, so Fernandez did not arrange a lot of exercise training the next day.

After the training, the players did not leave immediately, but chatted in the locker room. This has become an unwritten tradition in the Marseille team. In fact, this is beneficial to improving the team's cohesion, which will make everyone understand that they are not simply mercenaries, but comrades-in-arms, belonging to the same group and working hard for a common goal.

Zhang Yang, who has always been very lively and able to liven up the atmosphere, seemed a little silent. He sat there in a daze. After a while, he actually fell asleep. During this period, he practiced himself too hard in the dungeon.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Everyone who was chatting was surprised to see Zhang Yang sleeping leaning against her seat.

Ribery signaled everyone not to make noise. He took out a bottle of stuff from Nasri's locker and hairspray.

"Hey, that's me-" Nasri just spoke when he saw Ribery glaring at him again, winking at him, and stop talking.

"I tell you, I could have become a hair stylist."

Seeing Ribery messing around with hairspray on her unconsciously flamboyant head, the other people's faces were wonderful, and they couldn't laugh. They wanted to laugh, but they couldn't laugh.

"Frank, you're in trouble. When Zhang wakes up, you'll be finished." Nasri said.

"Impossible, this is obviously your hair spray."

"What? Frank, you-"

"What are you quarreling?" Zhang Yang was woken up by them, and then he saw the two people who were fighting and staring at him and stopped fighting.

"It's okay." Ribery said calmly.

"Uh, nothing." Nasri said embarrassedly.

"It's inexplicable." Zhang Yang looked at him, and the others looked at him with exaggerated expressions. He touched his face, "Is there anything on my face?"

"Nothing--" Everyone shook their heads and said to themselves, "You have nothing on your face, but on your head."

Zhang Yang muttered, ignoring the inexplicable crowd, "I'll take a shower."

"No--" Nasri said quickly, and then he saw Zhang Yang looking over with questions and said quickly, "Go, go, the water temperature is just right today."

Nervous, groomed.

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As soon as he walked into the shower room, Nasri looked at Ribery. He saw that Ribery had turned around and was about to escape.

"Frank, you are not allowed to run."

"The fool doesn't run away. Let go." Ribery tried to break free from Nasri's pull. When the others saw this attitude, they all came to join in the fun. They were afraid that the world would be in chaos. They pretended to persuade them, but in fact they blocked the door. Ribery could not escape at all.

"Ah--who did it!" A roar came from the shower room, and then people looked at Zhang Yang with his body naked and came out with the birds. "Who did it?" Zhang Yang looked angry, and then he saw the bottle of hairspray beside him, "Samir, is it you?" He looked at Nasri coldly.

"Not me-" Nasri said quickly, "How dare I, is it-"

"Don't be wronged." Ribery shouted. As soon as he said that it was awful, Nasri had not confessed him yet. He was not asking for advice.

"Frank--" Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and rushed towards Ribery.

"No—" Ribery shouted, "You guys help me stop him."

Of course no one helped, so a bunch of guys were waiting to watch the show.

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When Fernandez walked into the locker room, he happened to see Ribery chasing him. The key to the problem was that Zhang Yang was naked, holding the bird, hugging Ribery, and pulling Ribery's pants with one hand.

"What are you doing?" Fernandez frowned.

"Oh-God."

"In broad daylight, you-"

"God-" a group of guys covered their faces and cheered.

"Uh, coach..." The reason why Zhang Yang was dazed just now was that he felt that he should take the initiative to find the head coach and personally asked the head coach Fernandez to transfer, rather than telling it from his agent. For Fernandez, Zhang Yang had a deep relationship, and this old coach was recreated to him. Zhang Yang maintained great respect for this coach who gave him a chance and had almost no reservations. Zhang Yang wanted to transfer and leave Marseille, and the first emotional barrier was Fernandez.

"What are you doing?" Fernandez pointed at the flaunting bird.

"Well...ah--" Zhang Yang realized that something was wrong. Amid the laughter of everyone, he ran back to the shower room. Ribery had just been glad that he had escaped from the devil's claws, and then he saw everyone looking at his butt and realized something. The guy covered his face, "You, no one is allowed to tell Vasiba what happened today."

"Hahaha."

This kid, even Fernandez was so laughing.

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Zhang Yang put on his clothes and came out. He glared at Ribery fiercely, and then pretended to beat Nasri who was making faces there.

"The training is over, aren't you going back yet? Are you planning to spend the night here?" Fernandez looked around the locker room.

"Just leave."

"Oh oh, goodbye coach."

"Boss, we're waiting to say goodbye to you."

When the players heard Fernandez say this, they responded one by one. After a while, the players scattered and walked towards the parking lot of the training base.

Ribery was afraid that Fernandez would grab him and ask him what he and Zhang Yang were making trouble just now, and they also felt that it was too embarrassing and not good business, so they broke into the first place.

Zhang Yang scratched his head, but he still didn't know how to speak to Fernandez. However, after the noise and embarrassment just now, he relaxed a lot. When he walked past Fernandez, he finally stopped, "Coach, I want to be with you-"

"Go to my office." Fernandez said. For no reason, when he heard Zhang Yang speak first, Fernandez was in a much better mood. Perhaps he also understood in his heart that it was difficult to keep Zhang Yang. His dissatisfaction was even more because Zhang Yang did not communicate with him in advance, which made the old coach a little angry.

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and he nodded, "Okay, coach."

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In Fernandez's office.

“I was surprised by your progress over the past two seasons,” Fernandez said. “You are the most talented player I have ever met, you have a natural understanding of football. I’m so happy to be your coach.”

Fernandez's words made Zhang Yang feel embarrassed.

"Thank you, coach." Zhang Yang said sincerely.

"This is the result of your own efforts." Fernandez waved his hand.

"Actually, if you don't call me, I will come to you, coach. I just want to talk to you about this matter and about my transfer." Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and said it out. Instead of hiding it, it's better to tell it out loud. In this way, he will feel better.

If he said "about my future", then Fernandez would think he wanted to stay, but now he was talking about "about my transfer." Fernandez knew that his proud disciple was indeed determined to transfer and leave after the end of the season. Although he was mentally prepared, Fernandez was still a little disappointed and sad.

He nodded and signaled Zhang Yang to continue. He was listening.

Looking at Fernandez's expressionless face, Zhang Yang's heart burst. In his heart, Fernandez was not only a coach, but also a mentor, and even played the role of his father on a certain level. During the two years when Zhang Yang came out of China, the most important thing, this French coach had a great influence on him and helped him a lot.

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"I thought about it for a long time and I want to go to a bigger stage." Zhang Yang said.

"Bigier stage." Fernandez sneered, "Is this Marseille stage too small for you?"

"Coach." Zhang Yang looked up at Fernandez, "I like this place. You are my respected mentor. I have told myself more than once, stay, but I know that I can't keep my heart here."

Fernandez suddenly felt a little sad. Although it was normal for players to transfer in football, he still couldn't accept it. In his plan, Zhang Yang was the core of his Marseille dynasty and his proud disciple. Now, this disciple has a hard wing and is about to fly.

"You have decided?" Fernandez stared at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang nodded without fear.

There was a sudden burst of fire in his chest, "Who do you think you are? Do you think the Marseille team is not Marseille without you? What did you win in Marseille? You haven't won anything yet! Boy, what expression do you have, are you not convinced? Or is it guilty? Don't think I can't bear to let you go, get out, you, with you on the team, I will only worry more, get out quickly! Don't let me see your messy things in the newspaper in the future. Get out quickly."

Zhang Yang looked at the angry Fernandez, his eyes began to turn red, and there was liquid in his eyes. He said, "Dad-me."

The voice of father calmed down Fernandez in anger. He looked at the young man in front of him. He discovered and entrusted him with his own eyes. He watched the young man growing up step by step with his own eyes, and suddenly felt an unspeakable emotion fluctuating in his heart.

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The young birds grow up and have to fly high. The old birds are inevitably sad. However, he also knows that the Marseille team cannot keep Zhang Yang. Even if they keep it today, what about next season? It can only be said that this young man is too excellent. In fact, Fernandez also knows that Zhang Yang does not owe Zhang Yang anything, he doesn't owe him anything. He gave this young man a chance, but he also seized the opportunity and scored goals one by one. On the training ground and on the court, Zhang Yang's performance was perfect. He fulfilled the responsibilities that a Marseille player should fulfill, and it was irreproachable. Even in a sense, Fernandez still thanked Zhang Yang. Last season, when the Marseille team performed poorly, Fernandez also faced the crisis of being dismissed. It was Zhang Yang's emergence that he saved his coaching position!

Why are you so angry? It's just because this old man really not only regards this young man as his player, but also has more emotions. He also regards this young man as his child in his heart. This child's strength, hard work and talent satisfy him and is proud of him.

The old man suddenly lifted his kick and put it on Zhang Yang's body, "Go away if you win the championship, otherwise you will stay here honestly!"

Zhang Yang got up from the ground, and tears finally couldn't be suppressed. He bowed to Fernandez and then smiled reluctantly, "Dad, if you want a championship, I will give you a championship!"

"Who do you think you are?" Fernandez said angrily.

"I am Zhang Yang. No matter where I go or how great my achievements are, I am a disciple of Fernandez!" Zhang Yang said seriously, word by word.

"Achievement?" Fernandez was moved, but said in his mouth, "Just don't embarrass me."

"Yes." Zhang Yang nodded heavily.

"Did the kick hurt just now?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Is that so? Then I'll kick it again."

"I'd better not, you have old arms and legs-"

"Boy, you-" Fernandez pretended to kick him, and Zhang Yang hurriedly avoided.

"Let's go and have a drink with me."

"Coach, I'm a player and can't drink..."

"I've allowed it."

“Uh, uh.”

That night, Marseille head coach Fernandez and his proud disciple Zhang Yang drank in the bar very late. Zhang Yang taught Fernandez to beat the boxing, but the old man kept losing.

The next morning, Zhang Yang was punished by Fernandez to run 20,000 meters on the training ground of the Marseille team...

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ps: First update.


Chapter completed!