Chapter 16 I'm not as good as him!
After talking on the phone with his family, Zhang Yang was quite happy. He could feel the joy that his good news brought to his family.
This joy makes Zhang Yang feel happy and more motivated.
Originally, he wanted to call Li Qiang and a few other buddies, but after thinking about it, he gave up and had a more wonderful idea. He wants to give his brother a few gifts.
After another day of training, Zhang Yang took the initiative to practice again. Yahioi doesn't seem to want to practice today, and his whole body is absent-minded.
It must be thinking about the fire-breathing girl in the nightclub. Zhang Yang smiled.
Only in the middle of the practice, Yahioi left on the pretext that he had left in advance. Zhang Yang himself practiced for a while and then went back to the apartment. Anyway, I have a training copy, and I can continue to practice.
It was 19 o'clock when he entered the copy and 19:10 when he came out of the copy. In fact, Zhang Yang has been practicing in the copy for several hours. Indeed, as the 'King of Ball System' illustrates, in this 'time copy', the passage of time is almost negligible compared with the passage of time in reality.
However, Zhang Yang can't practice for a long time in the copy. The body can't stand it. In the copy, the consumption of the whole person's senses and physical strength is synchronized with reality.
Coming out of the copy, Zhang Yang dragged his tired body into the shower room. There is cold water and hot water in the shower room. However, Zhang Yang likes to take a cold shower. In Marseille in October, it was already a little cold. When the cold water flows through the head through the whole body, the cool feeling will make him full of energy, and it seems that the fatigue of the whole body has been relieved a lot.
Zhang Yang raised his head, closed his eyes, and let the cold water pour directly on his head and flow down his neck. His mind is still thinking about his shooting mistakes in today's copy. Today, he was ridiculed and humiliated by the 'NPC' called Yahioi, ridiculed that he had practiced for so long but made no progress?!
How long has it been? Don't you only practice for four days? Of course, in reality, it is four days, but in the copy, Zhang Yang has been practicing for at least ten days.
Zhang Yang shook his head hard. Although he was slandering, he knew in his heart that time was already urgent for him.
Looking back on the problems that occurred in today's practice, it was shown in his mind like a movie. This is what he found after the first day of copy practice. His memory has now been amazingly improved. For some mistakes in the copy practice, it seems that he can be archived in his mind. When he recalls it carefully, it will be played back in his mind, and he can even clearly capture every minute action of his shot!
It makes Zhang Yang feel slightly regrettable that he can only remember and play back what happened in the copy practice. It seems that the 'ball king system' is not omnipotent, but also selective.
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He was eager to train and quickly improve his publicity, but he didn't notice that his teammates looked at him differently.
In fact, in the team, Zhang Yang is relatively optimistic and cheerful. He will take the initiative to greet his teammates. Zhang Yang knows that if you want to integrate into this team, you must first open your mind. Jahioi once joked that his French was a "dictionary version", because Zhang Yang always said a particularly complete sentence, and every sentence was neatly. This is because Zhang Yang's French is completely two months after he came to France. He studied hard and explored it. In fact, he was also forced to go to those clubs one by one to apply for trial training. Before leaving, he would translate what he wanted to say into English in Chinese through tools, and then translated into English. French, this is a completely formulaic translation, with both subject, predicate and object. However, after some are translated, some are even completely ambiguous, so that Zhang Yang made a lot of jokes at the beginning.
On this day, Zhang Yang came to the training ground early. He was in a good mood because he was going to watch the ball tonight, to watch the game at the Verrodm Stadium, and the game between Marseille at home and Lille. The ticket was given to him by the big black Louis at that time. After that, Louis did not have much communication with Zhang Yang, and it seemed that there was no conflict between the two.
"Good morning, Wadri." Zhang Yang greeted his teammates. Vadri is a Czech, who is to say, the cousin of the team's first-team player Vachusek last season. However, Vachusek had transferred to an Australian team this summer, but Vadry still stayed in the Marseille youth team to seek opportunities to enter the first team.
Humph, Wadry snorted in his nostrils and looked at Zhang Yang. Obviously, his eyes and expression were not friendly and full of provocation.
Tut, Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and he also stared at Wadley rudely. Your sister, I greeted you kindly. Is this your virtue? It seems that we don't have a holiday.
"Good morning, Wadri." Another team member greeted Wadry, and the two walked away with a smile.
Zhang Yang stood still and looked at the back of the two people. The guy greeted Wadri just now, but automatically ignored Zhang Yang.
It's a little interesting. Zhang Yang said to himself that he is a very easy-going person, very optimistic and cheerful, but Zhang Yang is not easy to bully. If others are good to him, he will naturally treat others well, but if the other party is hostile to him, he will naturally not have a good face.
"Maybe it's because he and Wadri are both strikers. Wadri is afraid that I will grab his position!" Zhang Yang frowned and thought.
Realizing that this may be the reason, Zhang Yang smiled. There must be a competitive relationship in a team. If this relationship alienated him, Zhang Yang is too lazy to pay attention to it. This competitive relationship is inevitable. If the other party brings the emotions caused by this competitive relationship outside the training ground, what can he do? Law?
Zhang Yang is never afraid of competition!
It's just competition, I'm afraid of a bird!
However, why does the other midfielder named Shipoton also ignore him? I have no competition with that guy.
Zhang Yang thinks it's really inexplicable!
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On the training ground of the Marseille youth team, some players have already carried out warm-up activities there. They twisted their buttocks, kicked their legs, and talked in twos and threes.
"Hi, guys, good morning." Zhang Yang waved his hand to greet everyone.
The imaginary situation of everyone greeting him did not appear. Only Jahioi greeted him, and the big black man named Louis smiled at him.
Some people pin their heads, some people simply bow their heads, and some people look at Zhang Yang with a strange look.
Zhang Yang put down his waved hand. He scratched his head awkwardly, but there was an abnormal fire in his heart. Who can tell me what's going on with this TMD?
Everyone seems to be a little estranged from themselves, which makes Zhang Yang a little annoyed. There is a kind of ignorant karma in his chest, which makes him feel uncomfortable to be alienated and isolated by his partners. Young people like the lively feeling. Besides, having a good relationship with his teammates is also helpful for his promotion of his position in the team. The problem now is that Zhang Yang doesn't know what happened.
He saw Yahioi squeezed his eyes at him, and Zhang Yang understood what Yahioi meant. This was to ask him not to worry and talk to him after the training.
After half an hour of warm-up exercise, the team began to play against each other as usual.
After the start of the competition, Zhang Yang felt more and more the isolation.
This is an attack on Zhang Yang's side.
Yashioi made a long pass, spread the header to his forward partner Wadri, and then he ran diagonally.
"Bear the ball! Pass the ball!" Zhang Yang raised his arm, and he ran out of the air and motioned Wadry to pass the ball to him.
But Wadri did not pay attention to him, but chose the shot directly, and the shot missed the post.
"What are you doing? Why don't you pass the ball?" Zhang Yang shouted at Wadry. Wadri had a bad attitude towards him just now. He put up with it, but now in training, Wadri still has such an attitude that he can't stand it. This is an attitude towards football. He loves football. He will train the game and regard football as his own life!
"Why do you want me to pass the ball?" Wadri roared at Zhang Yang without showing any weakness. Do you really think you are a first-team player?
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Your sister!
zhang zhang zhang unusually angry, he found that he understood a little that his teammates were really isolating him, not passing him the ball, and not giving him a chance to perform! All this is just because they envy him! They are jealous of him!
Teammates seem to have heard something. Fernandez once told Zhang Yang that he would put him in the youth team to exercise for a period of time before taking him to the first team and give him a chance to appear in the first team.
Fernandez's approach is understandable. As the head coach of Marseille, he has his own criteria and right to choose players. The flamboyant features are a new addition to Marseille's attack.
However, Fernandez's 'commitment' to Zhang Yang also invisibly makes a gap between him and his teammates. No matter whether this gap is deliberately promoted or not, this kind of gap does exist now.
"Your sister's! Everything I have to do is my own efforts! If you have the ability, you can also impress Mr. Fernandez! What's wrong with targeting yourself like this here!" Zhang Yang stood on the court. He looked at his teammates. He was a little depressed. Zhang Yang was a very righteous person. For his teammates and his comrades-in-arms, he really wanted to be friends. Although he knew that there would be competition in the team, Zhang Yang believed that he could be good. The competition relationship only exists on the court and the training ground. On the court, he will fight for every ball and work hard. However, he will let go of these competitive emotions off the court... How to get along with each other, but others don't seem to think so, do it!
The atmosphere on the training ground began to become a little strange.
At first, Yahioi also passed the ball to him, but as the atmosphere on the training ground became more and more strange, Yashioi's face also showed a wry smile, and he did not dare to pass the ball to Zhang Yang all the time. After all, the feeling of being regarded as a thorn in the side by others was too uncomfortable.
Yahioi shrugged his shoulders helplessly, meaning, buddy, there's nothing I can do.
Dry!
Zhang Yang spit fiercely on the ground.
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Zhang Yang looked at the head coach Pierre on the sidelines. Pierre's face was expressionless, as if he had not seen or noticed what happened on the training ground today.
Zhang Yang didn't count on Pierre. He is not the kind of primary school student who wants to cry to his teacher. He has his own code of conduct.
At this time, assistant coach Ryan called Pierre not far away. Pierre ordered Ryan to direct the team to play the game on the sidelines and walked away.
A few minutes later, Ryan didn't know what was going on and walked away.
The atmosphere on the training ground was still strange and silent, and Zhang Yang felt that he was isolated by the whole team.
"Here, pass the ball!!" Zhang Yang raised his hand and asked for the ball. This time he saw that it was Yahioi who was carrying the ball.
Yashioi looked up and saw Zhang Yang's angry eyes. He also felt very ashamed. What on earth was he doing when his friend needed help most?
This time, Yahioi did not hesitate at all and passed the ball out!
Zhang Yang stopped the ball on his chest. He took the ball forward and was about to stride forward, but he saw a figure hitting him from the side and knocking him to the ground. At the same time, he kicked the ball, and the ball flew high.
This is Vaderi who suddenly rushed over from the side and finished the shot in front of Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang lay on the ground and watched Wadley laughing and walking away after shooting the ball. He couldn't stand it any longer. He suddenly rushed up, pulled Wadry's collar and shouted, "TMD, did you do it on purpose? What do you mean? You owe a beat, don't you?"
Vadri was stunned. He is an old bird in the team. He has been in the youth team for two years. Of course, he still hasn't attracted the attention of the head coach of the first team for two years in the youth team, which also shows that Wadri's strength is really not good or has no characteristics. However, Wadrie, who is a veteran of the team, has always been very arrogant. He thinks that he is the boss of the youth team and has always felt good about himself.
At this moment, Wadri was not prepared for Zhang Yang's sudden anger and explosion. He looked at Zhang Yang's wide-eyed bull's eyes, felt the strength of Zhang Yang's explosive muscles, and actually felt afraid. He stammered and said, "No... I just think... I..."
"What do you think? You think you are awesome. Forced? Do you think the door of the first-tier team should also be opened to you? You are a poor person! Why do you think you are qualified for the first team?!" Zhang Yang shouted at Wadri.
Then he looked around and looked at his teammates who were watching the play. He roared, and he shouted at Hebton, "Hipton, what were you doing after training last night?"
"Why should I tell you?" Hippoton's eyes were hairy in his eyes, and his face changed and he said loudly.
Zhang Yang ignored Hippoton. He stared at Wadri, who was still twisted by himself, into the latter's eyes and asked, "What about you, Wadri? Which little girl are you tossing around again?"
Wadley seemed to have recovered from the fear just now. He felt that his performance just now was too humiliating. He was unwilling to show weakness. This time, he looked at Zhang Yang's eyes without hesitation and gritted his teeth. "Kid, let go of me. Let me tell you, you're dead."
"Real?" Zhang Yang sneered. With his right fist, he actually picked up Wadley directly, shook his hand and threw it aside.
Everyone else took a breath of cold air. They were scared by the horror of Zhang Yang. Damn it, although Wadri's height in 1980 was not a big man, he was very strong and was actually picked up by Zhang Yang, who was about the same height!
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Zhang Yang looked around coldly. He pointed to his teammates and pointed over one by one, "When you were drinking in the bar, I was training."
"When you are flirting with the girl. When I was in love, I was training.
"When you are sleeping, I'm training!"
"When you are daydreaming one by one, I'm training!"
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"¥%...&, I'm still training!"
Who do you think you are? If you say these words, will we believe it?" Wadry sneered.
"I don't need you to believe that I'm working hard for my own future! I have nothing to do with you." Zhang Yang walked to Wadry and watched Wadry raise his fist to demonstrate towards him with a timid face. He directly ignored it and sneered, "Wadly, you are very pitiful. I tell you, I'm different from you. I won't just daydream all day long! I won't be jealous of others! I won't complain! I will only redouble my efforts to strive for the sky that belongs to me! I am destined to be a big roc with wings, because I have a dream, and I exchange my sweat and hard work for my dream! Unlike you, you can only feel sorry for yourself, like a complaining woman! I've been cursing and cursing the unfairness of fate all day long, complaining about why the head coach didn't like you, and complaining that your talents have been buried!" Zhang Yang also risked his life and pointed to everyone's noses and sarcastically.
"I will become the greatest player sooner or later. You can't believe it, but you are not qualified to laugh at it, because I'm working hard for it, and you don't!" Zhang Yang pointed over one by one, pointing to everyone. The people who were swept by his eyes and pointed to him subconsciously looked away or lowered their heads.
The court suddenly quieted down, and no one expected that this Chinese boy would suddenly break out and dare to point at their noses and scold like this.
They are not happy, but they are speechless, because these words make them have nothing to say.
Yashioi looked at Zhang Yang and his new friend. He was suddenly ashamed. He had always been very proud and thought that he was a genius. He was the most talented in the Marseille youth team. He was different from others. He was destined to become a big star. Even with Zhang Yang, Yahioi was just because of Zhang. Yang's efforts reluctantly thought that Zhang Yang was qualified to train with himself. And I didn't really look up to Zhang Yang.
But at this moment, Yahioi looked at Zhang Yang, and he suddenly had a feeling, "I'm not as good as him!"
If it were you, did you have the courage to scold the whole team like this?
The answer seems to be no. I dare not.
At this moment, Yashioi felt for the first time that he was not as good as Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang has a temperament, and he doesn't have... Years later, Yahioi knew that that temperament was called leadership temperament!
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PS: Continue to summon red tickets, collect... Hey hey.