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Li Qiang rode a tricycle and cursed the damn weather. The first snow in 2005 had not yet fallen, but he could already feel the chill. He has to deliver this set of furniture to the customer before 12 noon. If it's too late, his bonus will be gone.

After Zhang Yang went to France, in the eyes of outsiders, these brothers didn't know what they were stimulated, and suddenly became diligent and hard-working. Several guys who had done nothing before began to look for work, even the manual work of tricycle delivery.

Outsiders don't know that my brothers have a total of more than 10,000 debts outside. This is what they discussed at that time. In order to help Zhang Yang raise money, each of them has a task. If they really can't make up enough, they will borrow some. Then I will pay off these debts together.

"Boss Wang, the furniture you ordered has arrived."

"Why are you half an hour late?"

"It's windy and cold, so it took some time on the road." Li Qiang quickly explained with a smiling face.

Boss Wang nodded and said nothing, signaling Li Qiang to quickly remove the furniture and transport it into the house and install it.

After two or three hours of being busy, the furniture was finally installed. Li Qiang walked out of the door. Outside the house, the wind swept the fallen leaves, and the wind blew on his face like a knife. He raised his coat collar, gritted his teeth and pedaled three wheels on the road.

Dingling. The mobile phone rang.

"Li Qiang, what's wrong with you? The delivery was half an hour late for delivery, and the man called to complain. Now it's all right. They want us to compensate for his time loss. This fucking thing... Haha, I won't scare you. Well, fortunately, I persuaded him at least. Remember to buy me a drink."

"Thank you, Brother Liu." Li Qiang was grateful, and his bonus almost flew away. However, this customer is also gloomy enough. He didn't talk just now and called to complain after he left. Bah, I must have been afraid of calling and complaining in front of myself just now. When I installed the furniture, I made it bad and didn't work well. Is I that kind of person? However, Li Qiang really regrets that he didn't do anything just now.

When he returned to the company, he quickly poured a cup of boiled water to warm up and took a newspaper from the table next to him.

His eyes fell on the newspaper, and Li Qiang's eyes couldn't be moved.

This is an old newspaper, and the date shows that this is a newspaper from four or five days ago. This is Monday's Sports Weekly.

Looking at the front page of the newspaper, the guy who was waving his fists and roaring, Li Qiang's eyes suddenly widened, and then he couldn't believe it.

Is this Zhang Yang?

Do you show off your own buddies?

No way?

Is it really him?

This boy has entered the first team and played in the game? Why don't you call and tell me? Li Qiang suddenly complained a little.

At this time, Uncle Li from the reception room came with a mail bag. Xiaoqiang, your parcel was sent from France. Ha ha, why didn't you hear that you have relatives abroad?

"Ah--" Li Qiang was stunned, and then there was a surprised expression on his face.

He took the parcel, thanked Uncle Li, took a sip of water before opening the parcel.

What is this?

Looking at this full-eyed foreign code, Li Qiang was stunned.

Then he read it clearly. In several newspapers, although he couldn't understand what it was said, there were photos. He recognized the photos! Isn't this your own good buddy Zhang Yang?

He tossed and turned and noticed that in several other newspapers without photos, some people drew circles with thick red pens on those foreign words, and the one whose name was 'ZHANG' was circled.

This guy! Li Qiang smiled. He laughed happily. He knew what it was!

There is another letter.

"Haha, Xiaoqiang, Xiao Si, Bai Guangbo, Mengzi, have you seen it? Have you seen your brother's heroism? That's cool! Haha, brother, I made it. I played in Ligue 1. What, you don't believe it, don't touch your nose, listen to your brother. Li Qiang, who was about to touch his nose, smiled. When he suspected something, he would subconsciously touch his nose and think deeply. He thought it was so cool, like Brother Fa.

"... In 35 minutes, he scored two goals, assisted one goal, and directed the team's counterattack. How about it? Awesome! Haha, let me tell you, brother, after I came to France, how many clubs rushed to ask for it? In the end, the Marseille team was lucky enough to get me. Why did they come to Marseille? They are sincere. The head coach Fernandez is so intimate that I'm embarrassed not to stay... Haha! Envy, right? Are you jealous? Haha, I think that when my brother said that he would be a star in the future, you guys laughed at him one by one. Now you know, um, with such a star buddy, you have a lot of face. Haha. Well, let's not talk about it. Tell me a few. I'm fine now. I have everything here, and French girls are also enthusiastic..."

Li Qiang suddenly felt that his nose was sore. He wiped his eyes and then laughed. Tears of laughter came out.

"This boy, this guy."

There is another photo. This is a photo of Zhang Yang standing on the side of the training ground. This is what he begged for a reporter to take a picture for him.

Zhang Yang stood on the edge of the field, with green turf behind it, a red and white house in the distance, and the spire of a church can be faintly seen.

Zhang Yang smiled happily.

It says on the back of the photo: Take care, my brothers.

Li Qiang began to take out his mobile phone and call one by one.

"Xiao Si, come to my place tonight. What are you doing? It's my treat! Drink! What do you mean, I'm finally willing to give up? When will I be stingy? Remember, I must come. Zhang Yang sent something back from France. Haha, guess what it is, haha."

"Mengzi, come to me tonight..."

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On Saturday night, Marseille is off the court. Some time ago, the team's results continued to be sluggish. It affects the attendance of the court. In the previous game, the average attendance at the Verrodom Stadium was less than 20,000. The large stands are empty, and the players are not in the mood to play in this environment.

But it's different today. The Wildem Stadium in the night has become a blue ocean.

A reporter from the local TV station in Marseille took pictures of fans coming from all directions waiting to enter outside the stadium. They gathered several long blue snakes. The head was swary and he kept waving his arms. Singing fan songs, from time to time, some fans shouted at the camera: "Marsey! Marseille! Marseille!"

There are more fans, and even the hawker business selling various fan supplies and souvenirs outside the stadium has become popular again.

The reporter of OM TV station held the topic in one hand and covered his ears in the other in front of the camera. Try to make your voice overwhelm the shouts of the fans behind you: "See? This is the Verrodm Stadium! After the match between Marseille and Le Mans, we said that Marseille may wake up from this game. Now, what do we see? This is Verrodm!! This is Marseille! The Marseille team came back to life."

The reporter pointed to the torrent of fans and continued loudly, "In the last game, I caught up with three goals behind, which aroused the enthusiasm of the fans!" Marseille fans have never abandoned their own team! They love the team so much! Today, some fans who have temporarily left the stadium are back. They are back! Tonight's Verrodom will be the most horrible place in Ligue 1!"

When he just said this, a fat man with his bare arms suddenly jumped between him and the camera. Then he pointed to his white fat and let the camera shoot.

On his belly, he wrote a sentence with oil paint: "Marseille will win!"

Then he turned around and pointed his back to the camera lens, which said, "Zhang who works miracles!"

This fan is the famous Marseille fan leader, the director of the Marseille Fan Association, Ji Rui. Mr. Farsas, now he is not only a fan of Marseille, but also a fan of publicity.

Then, Gerry. Farsas was so naked, with his fan friends, and continued to move forward in the night breeze of Marseille in late November.

The photographer's lens has been aimed at these fans and this long dragon.

"WOWOWWO, this is Verrodm! This is Marseille!" A team of fans sang loudly.

Soon someone responded, "This is the place of victory, and this is where the flowers are!" This is the Marseille team!"

The reporter also looked excited. He was obviously also a Marseille fan. "The Marseille we are familiar with seems to be back again!" The Verrodom Stadium, which scares everyone, is waiting for the Nantes players! We will wait and see what the outcome of this game will be.

"This is outside the Wildem Stadium, by the on-site reporter Scott. Jaynes sent you a live report. The reporter roared, in fact, he didn't know whether his voice could be well conveyed to the backstage studio. Because several fans are shouting beside him, they are shouting, "Nantians, be careful of your farts. Eyes."

Nantes is the opponent of Marseille's Ligue 1 game tonight!

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With the door closed, it can't stop the huge singing from the stand outside.

Listening to the songs of the fans outside, Zhang Yang can't suppress his excitement. This is the Verrodom Stadium, this is the home of Marseille, and this is the craziest stadium in Ligue 1!

This is my home court!

In the last game against Le Mans, Marseille was an away game, so this game was Zhang Yang's first appearance at the home stadium of Marseille.

Can you play by yourself?

Will the fans give themselves applause?

Can you score a goal by yourself?

Assistant coach Hiltney is announcing the starting list of the game. He started from the goalkeeper.

goalkeeper: Carasso (23 years old, the third goal of the French national team, after Bats was banned from the world, Cazorla took the opportunity to succeed.) ;

Right back: Beyer (27 years old, Senegal international.) ;

Right central defender: Dehu (32 years old, former Barcelona star, captain of Marseille);

Left central defender: Mette (24 years old, international I'Ivoire.) ;

Left defender: Taivo (20 years old, Nigeria U21 youth team international, FIFA 2005 World Youth Championship bronze ball winner);

Right forward: Ribery (21 years old, main midfielder of the French U21 youth team);

Back waist: Sabri. Ramucci (33 years old, transferred from Inter Milan in the summer);

Middle forward: Oruma (28 years old, Nigerian international, the main force of Sosho team last season);

Left forward: Nasri (18 years old, main midfielder of the French U18 youth team);

Sing forward: Niang (25 years old, Senegal international, the main force in Strasbourg last season);

"The front line is, Niang... and..." Finally, the last person was called.

Zhang Yang clenched his fist. He raised his head and stared at the assistant coach's mouth, for fear that he would miss any word. Although he knew that he was very likely to start, he was still looking forward to it. Then he heard Hiltney say, "And... Zhang Yang. This is our starting eleven!"

Yeah!

The flamboyant fist clenched so tightly that he pounded it hard!

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PS: It's the end of the month. I forgot to pay the network fee. When I got home last night, I found that the arrears were disconnected. If you want to code words, you can't check the information. The Internet fee I paid today, the main list of the Nantes team in the 2005 season, took four or five hours to find it today. Half of the time of typing is to find the information.

Shame, cover your face. I'm really weak.