Chapter 33 First Team debut 3 This is just the beginning!
On November 7, 2005, the 14th round of the 2005/2006 Ligue 1, Le Mans vs Marseille. The game lasted until the 57th minute. At this moment, Zhang Yang, wearing the No. 27 jersey, was standing on the sidelines. Wait for the time of the dead ball.
He will replace the almost invisible starting striker Nicholas for this game. Hikat, and the starting Senegalese striker Niang as the double arrow, Fernandez intends to fight for his life.
Zhang Yang felt his heart beat faster and his body trembled slightly. He clenched his fists, stretched out, clenched again, and his hands were full of sweat.
A young man who is only 19 years old has experienced the ups and downs of his life in this year. Seeing that he was about to play in a professional game, his future was ruined because he fought with his black-footed teammates and was framed. He was unwilling to destroy his football dream. The young man overcame all kinds of difficulties and came alone to France, which is famous for training young stars, to find his football dream. After countless rejections and even humiliation, he finally got a chance!
The fire of his dream in his heart burned again.
After his debut in the Youth League, he has now ushered in the first game on behalf of the first team of the team. Although the team is now 0 to 3 behind on the field, it is more like a garbage time.
However, Zhang Yang knows that this is his own game and his own moment! It's a moment of battle!
I'm so nervous. Zhang Yang gritted his teeth. What kind of performance will you have? Can you score a goal?
He remembered what the head coach Fernandez said to him just now, after he took off his vest and warmed up.
"Zhang, you play."
Bang Yang nodded.
"I know you must be very upset with those media... I know you must want to scold those bastards. Now I'll give you a chance to scold them in front of all of France!" Fernandez said fiercely.
Zhang Yang raised his head violently, and the head coach actually swears. This surprised him. It seems that the coach also hates those media. Hearing Fernandez swearing, the young man almost gritted his teeth and said, "I won't waste this opportunity."
At that time, Zhang Yang was not too nervous. He also thought he would not be too nervous. However, at this moment, he really stood on the sidelines and waited to play, and he really felt the great tension!
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"Young man."
Zhang Yang turned his head and saw the head coach Fernandez looking at him with a smile on his face.
"You know what to do. This is your game." Fernandez pointed to the court.
Zhang Yang didn't say anything, just nodded hard. He turned his head and looked at the court.
This is my game!
Relax, show off! Believe in yourself!
Don't be afraid! There is nothing to be afraid of!
"Marseigns made adjustments. They used the amateur player they had just signed, the striker Zhang Yang, to replace the starting striker Nicholas. Hikat." Thieri explained the change in a very procedural way. He did not sarcastically the young man like some media, but there was also a doubt in his tone, "Coach Fernandez wants to strengthen the attack. He doesn't want to go back to Marseille empty-handed. He needs at least a draw, but the zero-to-three score really disappoints him.
Thieri scratched his head and said, "Is Fernandez going to give up the game to train newcomers? Or is he going to put the treasure on this amateur player, this 19-year-old child? Doesn't Fernandez think this is too cruel for a child? He shook his head and said.
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Finally, a dead ball appeared on the court. Le Mans' young Serbia and Herzegovina defender Barcelona fouled Marseille's midfielder Ribery. Marseille got an out-of-bounds ball, and the fourth official raised a sign to prompt substitution.
Nicholas. Hikat looked at the sidelines with a look of frustration on his face. He knew that he was going to be replaced. Today, the head coach gave him a chance to start, but he didn't catch it. Nicholas. Sikat trotted down. After high-fiveing with Zhang Yang, he returned to the bench.
In the live broadcast, a male voice is broadcasting the substitution of the visiting team. There was a boo from the home team stand.
Obviously, 'benefits' from the French media' hype about Zhang Yang's identity as an 'amateur player' from China before the game. Zhang Yang already had a lot of 'popularity' before he appeared in any Ligue 1 game.
Le Mans fans know this amateur player. At this moment, the score of 3-0 ahead of Marseille made them excited, and everyone's adrenaline hormone rose rapidly. In the eyes of Le Mans fans, the substitution of the Marseille team is tantamount to announcing the early abandonment of the game. The rich family Marseille admits defeat!
Le Mans fans are very proud! At this moment, Zhang Yang, who came on the bench, became the object of their catharsis on this excitement and wanton humiliation. No one will show mercy because he is just a 19-year-old young man, because he is a young man who pursues his football dream.
"Haha, do you see that the Maasai changed to that amateur player. Have they given up the game?"
"Where do you come from and go back, Chinese boy!"
"They are very strong, you will be scared to cry!"
"Hey, amateur player. This is not where you should come!!"
The camera is aimed at Zhang Yang. The director can obviously guess what the Le Mans player in the stands is greeting the young man who is about to play, and also knows the criticism and ridicule of the poor young man by the media before the game. The director wants to see what the expression on the young man's face is at this moment. What kind of expression will he have? The director wants to know.
There was a calm look on Zhang Yang's face. Of course, he heard the words of Le Mans fans. Not only did he hear them, but he could also understand part of them. His French has made great progress.
The public expression is as if nothing has been heard, as if those insults did not come out of those people's mouths!
He raised his right foot, stepped into the court, moved his left foot, and ran into the court.
As he ran into the court, he raised his hand and asked for another ball. This was a free kick from Marseille. Ribery is preparing for a free kick.
"It seems that this young man is very calm. He is very calm. That's very good." Thieri also had to praise.
No one noticed that Zhang Yang raised his right hand to ask for the ball, and his naturally drooping left hand clenched tightly! The knuckles of the whole fist are working hard!
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not to mention Thieri, the gold medal commentator of France National One, believes that Fernandez's substitution is to completely give up the game and train young people. Even Friedrich, the head coach of Le Mans. Hans thinks so, too.
Since the game, Marseille's offensive line has never brought any threat to Le Mans's defense, Frederick. Hans was very proud, and he felt that Marseille's attack was not afraid. Whether it's Marseille's main striker Niang or another starting striker, Nicholas. Sikat is sleepwalking, not to mention this amateur player who has just started playing.
No matter how you look at it, you can't see anything worth noting about this boy.
"Amateur players are amateur players. Does Fernandez think Frank? Are players like Ribery everywhere in the amateur team? Besides, this kind of genius can't be cultivated at the level of Chinese football. Frederick, the head coach of Le Mans. Hans shrugged his shoulders. He didn't care about Zhang Yang's appearance.
Soon, Ribery made a free kick. He saw Zhang Yang raising his hand to ask for the ball. He hung the ball into the penalty area, and Zhang Yang tried to provoke the top. However, under the pressure of Le Mans guard, he could not reach the ball, and the ball went out of the bottom line, wasting an offensive opportunity.
"This boy is really an amateur." Le Mans head coach Frederick. Hans smiled. From the competition just now, it can be seen that this young man is not strong enough. At the time of the competition, he actually gave up his back first and didn't get stuck in the Barcelona defending him.
Amateur players, tut.
Le Mans head coach Fredrich. Hans looked at the Marseille coach's seat not far away. Fernandez was so pitiful that he could believe that an amateur player had the ability to save the world, haha.
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Out of contempt for Zhang Yang, the head coach of Le Mans did not make tactical adjustments, but waved his domineering hand and continued to attack. Although it was already three to zero, Frederick. Hans is not satisfied. He wants to humiliate Marseille well. He wants to kill Marseille. This kind of pleasure of killing rich families is not often experienced. He wants to make this game his classic game and the eternal nightmare of the Marseilles.
Zhang Yang quickly felt the contempt of Le Mans for himself.
It's not because of how sensitive he feels, but because there is often no defender within five meters of him, and not only Le Mans's full-backs frequently assist, but even their central defender often does not keep his duty, as if he treats Zhang Yang as air.
Obviously, the Le Mans didn't take him seriously at all.
Take a deep breath!
Have you been ignored?
You will pay the price! And Le Mans fans! Zhang Yang looked up at the stands where Le Mans fans were, and he gritted his teeth and said. Since he came on the court, as long as he touches the ball, Le Mans fans will boo.
Le Mans fans are completely proud. They know that Zhang Yang is an amateur player and that he is a rookie. They want to use such a momentum to scare him and tease him. Hey, boy, is this your first professional game? Haha, enjoy all this, remember, this is not the place for a boy like you to come!
In the eyes of Le Mans, Zhang Yang is undoubtedly the weak, and flirting and humiliating the weak, looking at the weak trembling, this will make them very happy!
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Ribery got the ball in the backcourt. After running 20 or 30 meters with the ball forward, he suddenly stopped. Before Le Mans's defenders could react, Ribery even passed the ball to the left side of the court without even looking at it. Through these days of training, Ribery knew that Zhang Yang must be in that position now. Nearby.
Seeing that the ball was passed to Zhang Yang! The boos in the court immediately rose to the next level.
"Le Mans fans have gone a little too far today." Thiéry, the commentator of the French country for a day, couldn't stand it anymore. "That boy is so pitiful."
Poor? He was booed by all the fans of the visiting team in his Ligue 1 debut, which was really unlucky, and his timid would even tremble with fear.
However, Zhang Yang never feels sorry for him!
That's the idea of the weak! There is only one idea in his mind. He wants to let the Le Mans, let those dogs. Mother. The media you raise pay the price! Slam their big mouths fiercely!
Do you know my dream about football? Do you know how much I have paid for this struggle? What qualifications do you have to talk about? What qualifications do you have to directly sentence me to death? What right do you have to humiliate me!
Since you have done this!
Wait for punishment!
In the deafening boos of Le Mans fans that caused a heart attack, Zhang Yang received Ribery's pass.
He took the ball calmly and turned around. No one came up to defend him. Yes, who cares about this debut amateur player? This is the most beautiful time for him to stop the ball these days!
He dribbled the ball to the middle, but no one came up to grab him.
He took the ball to the front court, but no one came up to defend him.
He looked at the direction of the goal. Le Mans goalkeeper Bailey stood in front of the goal, slightly ahead.
Maybe even this goalkeeper doesn't take himself seriously!
Zhang Yang opened his mouth and smiled.
Seeing Zhang Yang laughing, Thomas, the full-back of Le Mans, felt a little puzzled.
"Isn't this boy stupid?" Then Thomas's eyes suddenly widened. He felt something was wrong. He rushed up!
It's late!
I saw the football forward slightly, and my left foot supported my body slightly backwards. He shook his right leg, just like a whip swung high and hard. The whip fell down and threw out a whip flower! Turn it into huge energy!
The right foot hit the ball fiercely!
Far away - shoot!
The football flew like a cannonball to the goal, and Le Mans goalkeeper jumped high. But he only jumped on the wind after the football swept behind him. The net was lifted fiercely!
"This is - GOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!" When Thieri swung his foot and shot at the goal, his eyes suddenly widened. He felt that he might see some wonderful scene, and then he shouted loudly when the ball hit the net. The goal is scored! What a beautiful goal! Incredible long-range shooting!"
Dion. The huge boos of Polly Stadium disappeared at this moment. Everyone was stunned by this shot! Those journalists who were sarcastic and sarcastic in the press gallery were also stunned.
Only more than a thousand Marseille fans in the visiting team's stands burst into great cheers after a second of silence.
In addition, Dion. Polly Stadium is silent.
No, and the young man's almost crazy and hysterical roar.
This is his game!
You, all of you, said you have to pay the price!
This is just the beginning!
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