Chapter 79 I. Fuck! I. Fuck! I. Fuck! Next
Zhang Yang felt that his chest was burning like fire, and his eyes seemed to be burning.
Just now, he tried a long-range shot. This time, he did not fire an anti-aircraft gun, but it was still outrageous. In the stands, he even heard the boos of some fans. Obviously, his performance today made some of the fans who had been supporting him dissatisfied!
This seems cruel, but it's also normal! Fans like you because you can score goals and bring victory and happiness to everyone, not a hot-headed and reckless bastard!
Bite your lips!
His heart is about to explode!
Damn it!
I trained desperately. Not to mention training on the training ground, I went back to my residence and trained almost desperately in the copy! Several times, I was even forced to withdraw from the copy because I fainted!
Just because he held his breath to prove himself in this game! Shut up all skeptics! He wants to upgrade, get skill points, and add these skill points to the shooting power!
Under the opponent's bag, long-range shooting is the only way that Zhang Yang can think of!
Under his desperate training, it was difficult to upgrade in such a short time. At the moment of upgrading, he looked up to the sky and roared, and then added all the skill points to the shooting power! Looking forward to a good performance in the game! Surprise everyone!
It's really TMD to surprise everyone! Zhang Yang smiled bitterly. His performance today and his previous 'big talk' are really a clown in the eyes of everyone!
He was very unwilling!
It's not good!
Does your own efforts get these rewards?!
He doesn't believe it!
He persisted stubbornly.
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Your sister! If you can't score with a long shot today, you will smash the computer after the game!
How to say it in one sentence? Evil comes from the guts! That's it!
He stubbornly believes that heaven rewards diligence! If you work hard, you should enjoy the fruits of victory!
However, it doesn't seem to be the case now.
The game is not over yet, and there is still time! You can never give up on yourself! He cheered himself up!
After suffering so much, it's time to enjoy success! Zhang Yang always thought that God was fair. Even when he was expelled from the team, he was not desperate!
Even when he was rejected by French clubs, he was never desperate!
What a lot of ups and downs have come! Now, what is this?!
He has never been a submissive character. This ordinary boy has a stubbornness in his bones!
If life is strong. I raped you! Pessimistic? Desperate? Cry helpless! Or do you pray for the pitiful God?!
No!
Neither!
All you have to do is!
This damn life wheel. Rape a hundred times!
This is the public philosophy of life!
Never give in!
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Another attack by the Marseille team!
At this time, on the scoreboard of Wilderrome Stadium, Marseille 1:2 Auxerre, the game time is 61 minutes!
Fernandez said he would give Zhang Yang 20 minutes in the second half. At this moment, the second half of the game has been going on for 15 minutes!
Fernandez looked at the watch on his wrist, and he turned back to the bench and said, "Let Pergis warm up."
Hiltney was stunned. He thought that Fernandez said 20 minutes for Zhang Yang casually. Now it seems to be true. Hiltney thought that the main coach would give Zhang Yang 90 minutes to let the young man work hard for that bragging. Now it seems that it is not the same thing.
Pigis got up to warm up.
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Of course, the scene captured this lens.
"Pergis got up to warm up. It seems that Fernandez can't stand Zhang's performance! This is going to replace Zhang Yang."
"We saw that the veteran Pergis was already warming up on the bench of the Marseille team. Is this going to replace Zhang Yang?" He Wei frowned and said, "There is not much time left for Zhang Yang. He must work hard!"
An attack by Marseille.
Dehu kicked the ball forward directly from the penalty area. Marseille's center Niang knocked the ball back to Nasri, and the latter immediately split. Taiwo came up. After the Nigerian left-back took two steps, he suddenly scored an oblique ball, and Ribery on the right side got the ball.
The formation of the Marseille team is moving forward!
It's like a cavalry guard in medieval Europe, holding a spear high, and the knight on the horse wearing a cold mask, only showing his eyes and shining cold light!
Zhang Yang has been raising his hand, raising his right hand high, like a lighthouse!
He is raising his hand for the ball!
He saw that Pergis was warming up on the sidelines. Of course he knew what it meant!
There is no time!
You must score!
Otherwise, it will be replaced!
Zhang Yang didn't know if his teammates would pass the ball to himself, but his right hand was always held high, running forward and holding it high!
Seeing the ball at Ribery's feet, excited light flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes!
He knew that Ribery would pass the ball to himself!
Zhang Yang doesn't know why he has a feeling, but he believes that Ribery will pass the ball, because he regards Ribery as a brother! Did Ribery think of himself as a brother? Zhang Yang doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know! As long as he is good at himself, it is enough!
It's a brother! You can feel it with your heart!
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Zhang Yang ran near the top of the arc in the restricted area!!
This is it!
Zhang Yang knew that if he ran forward again, he would be caught by the two of his opponents!
This is it!
He shouted at Ribery, "Frank!"
Almost before he finished speaking, Ribery's ankles shook, and the ball passed out!
Zhang, you don't need to shout, I know what to do! Son of a bitch, will I forget what we have been training these days?! Come on! Brother!
"Zhang Yang has been beg for the ball. He is beg for the ball, but no one has the intention of passing the ball to him... Even his best friend Ribery, who is said to have not passed the ball, seems that his performance has disappointed his teammates..." The commentator was talking endlessly, and suddenly his eyes widened at the scene in front of him. Ribery passed the ball!
"-Riberi really passed the football to Zhang! Does he know what he is doing? He can cut the ball by himself! This is a chance for the Marseille team! However, he passed it to Zhang, and their attack seems to be over!"
The narrator's tongue, which can be sprayed with venom, said this unscrupulously.
But how does he know, this, this is for Zhang Yang--
Why can't this be the opportunity he has been waiting for?
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The football flew very fast and came to Zhang Yang in an instant.
The ball is falling!
There was only the ball in Zhang Yang's eyes, and his eyes stared at the round ball in front of him!!
He swirled his right foot!
"He wants to shoot from a long distance!"
Auxerre's back waist Violeo immediately rushed to Zhang Yang. Although he also knew how bad Zhang Yang's long-range shot was, out of the consciousness of the defender, he subconsciously came up!
The ball fell!
The location is just right!
Zhang Yang swung his right foot, with an upright instep in the air, and pulled the middle and lower part of the ball fiercely!
"Zhang - shoot with your feet!"
"A volley shot!"
As soon as Violeo rushed over, he saw Zhang Yang pulling his foot on the ball. As soon as he wanted to jump up and block the shot, he felt a gust of wind!
A rapid wind swept over my cheeks! There is even a feeling of cutting with a knife!
A white light flashed in front of me!
"How is that possible? So fast!" Violeo even subconsciously closed his eyes!
Other people didn't know how Violeo felt. They only saw Ribery pass the ball and shot with his feet. Auxerre's back waist Violeo rushed up to stop it, but the ball seemed to be a missile, rubbed Violeo's face and rushed straight up!
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The camera follows closely!
Follow the straight ball!
The ball that appears in the camera, even stationary, does not rotate at all!
Just like the launched missile, a nearly straight arc, with white light visible to the naked eye, roared and flew to the goal!
Everyone in the penalty area, whether it is Auxerre's defensive player or Marseille's offensive player, was stunned by this shot!
They stood there and watched the white light coming!
The only action was Auxerel's goalkeeper Kuhl, who made a thud of the ball when he saw the missile attack!
However, he obviously underestimated Zhang Yang's shooting power. The power was too strong and the ball was too fast. When he made a save... It was too late!
The football roared and flew over his left rib, then continued to move forward with a flying momentum, and then hit the net fiercely.
The snow-white ball net is very high!
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When Zhang Yang shot the goal, the Marseille fans in the stands were shocked. They opened their mouths wide. At this moment, they saw that the snow-white net was hit hard, and the Marseille fans in the stands burst into great cheers. It almost made people think that there was an earthquake at Verrodom Stadium.
At this moment, even the camera of the TV broadcast was trembling.
The Maasai people are shouting "hooray".!!
Incredible goal!
"WOWWWOWOWOWW——c'estlebut——c'estlebut——c'estlebut!!!!!" French: The ball is scored!!)
"ill'amarquee - ZHANG! ill'amarquee-ZHANG!"
When countless commentators opened their mouths and shouted these words in great shock, after shooting, they kept looking at the ball, looking at the ball until it entered the net. It seemed that they were also shocked by their own shot, and then the whole court boiled! There were huge cheers!
Listening to the tsunami-like roar of 'ill'amarquee-ZHANG' on the whole court, he rushed straight to the side of the court. He shook his head violently and let out a hoarse roar in his mouth. His fist was raised high, and he rushed to the side like that, fist. Lift flat and move forward fiercely!
He shouted loudly in his mouth.
He shouted like this: I. Fuck! I. Fuck! I. Fuck! I. Fuck! I. Fuck! I. Fuck!!
Thanks to the developed broadcasting technology, there happened to be a camera on the sidelines. He clearly spread the crazy roar of this 19-year-old young man to the ears of countless people, including Chinese fans!
At the moment when Zhang Yang scored, He Wei jumped up. He knocked over his water glass and the water spilled on his lap. He didn't realize it. He was shouting, "The ball is in!" The goal is scored! Entered! Entered! This is a Zhang Yang's goal! This is a Zhang Yang's goal! This is a grassroots goal! This is a goal scored by a Chinese player! He didn't give in! He didn't give up! He is fighting! He scored! Incomparable domineering goal! Zhang Yang's goal!"
At this time, hearing Zhang Yang's almost crazy roar, He Wei made his career crazy with an unexpected action. He shook his arm hard and shouted loudly with the young man thousands of miles away, "I. Fuck! I. Fuck!"
At this moment, in front of the TV, the Chinese fans who were lost all night and waited all night, countless people made the same move. They shook their arms violently and shouted in their mouths, "I. Fuck! I. Fuck! I. Fuck! "Grass!"
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