Chapter 181 Thirty Balls Next! Please collect it
This is Strasbourg's pass. The ball was cut off at half of Marseille, and Taivo was driving the ball. He pushed forward quickly along the left road.
"Give me the ball!"
Tayvo heard someone shouting and looked up to see that Zhang Yang had run back from the front court, raising his hand while running for the ball. Although it was strange how Zhang Yang chose to withdraw the ball this time instead of waiting in the front court, he immediately obediently passed the football. In the current Marseille team, Zhang Yang is the core of the attack!
Zhang Yang received a pass from Taivo and pulled the ball to turn around. At this moment, there was a large gap in front of him. The Strasbourg player just had a hard time pressing up to attack, but the ball was cut off, and the players had not yet reacted. No one came up to defend him.
He decided to carry the ball by himself!
Seeing Zhang Yang rushing forward with the ball, the Marseille fans in the stands burst into great cheers.
At this time, no one was standing there watching the ball in the whole Wildem Stadium. Everyone's arms flattened forward, as if there was a conductor in command, and then suddenly raised them together, and then applauded vigorously. The whole city seems to be frantically and restless at this moment.
Media reporters and commentators don't think that Zhang Yang still has a chance to score, but they are already eagerly discussing the next game about when Zhang Yang's thirtieth goal will come. And the fans at the scene know more than these professionals. In the heart of every Marseille fan, it is called Jean. Pierre. Papin's men are the greatest legends in memory.
That name represents too much.
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In Papin's era, Marseille was the hegemon of the whole Ligue 1 and the super giants in Europe. They were not afraid of anyone, even if they met AC Milan, the greatest team of that era and had the Dutch three Musketeers.
The depressed Phoenix is the last to recall the proud past, and the most willing to recall those great times.
Time flies, more than ten years have passed.
The 29 goals were like a fuse, which suddenly burst out the depressing emotions of the fans. At this moment, they don't know whether this means another great moment. At this moment, they just want to cheer and shout loudly.
There is no doubt that the No. 27 player on the court who is carrying the ball, this young man called Zhang Yang, whether you regard this as a fateful reincarnation, a coincidence, or just out of trust and love for this young man.
Zhang Yang, at this moment, carries the hope of the fans, and he brings joy and happiness to everyone.
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Fanerud was the first to react. He shook off his speed and was chasing Zhang Yang.
He quickly caught up with the target, and Fanerud planned to use a tactical foul behind his back to stop Marseille's counterattack. His right hand was on Zhang Yang's shoulder. At this time, as long as Zhang Yang fell to the ground, it would be a foul, and Fanerud was very likely to get a yellow card. Fanerud already has a yellow card, but he can't take care of anything at this moment.
Feeling the pressure on the hands of Fanerud behind him, Zhang Yang, who was carrying the ball at high speed, staggered and almost fell down. No, he absolutely could not fall down. He knew that as soon as he fell, the referee's whistle would sound and the team would be awarded a free kick, but this death The ball is going to be replaced!
The referee's whistle was in his mouth. He was ready to blow a foul on Fanerud as long as he fell to the ground.
Pargis on the sidelines waited anxiously, and he was eager to play.
The fans in the stands are ready. As long as Zhang Yang is replaced, they will give greater applause to the young man for his contribution to the team.
With a bang!
The frying pan in the stands, the fans saw Zhang Yang leaning forward and about to fall down. However, he put his hands on the ground and actually supported himself up and continued to chase the ball, while Fanerud was knocked down by Zhang Yang.
"He is still driving the ball. He didn't fall down. He is still driving the ball. He is going to complete this attack! He just didn't let himself stop--" Veisto suddenly stood up, he shouted at his headset, and suddenly his eyes widened. He thought of a possibility, the only possibility, he shouted, "Zhang Yang - he still wants to score! As long as there is a chance for this attack, he will not give up the attack!"
The whole stands were cheering, and all the fans stood up and applauded for the young man who was still running.
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After getting rid of Fanerud's pursuit, Zhang Yang looked up at the front and saw that there was a large space in front of him, which was enough to gallop by himself, so he decided to continue to carry the ball forward.
In the understanding of Strasbourg players, Zhang Yang is not the kind of player who can carry the ball for a long distance. Therefore, at this moment, seeing that Fanerud has been eliminated, other talents are starting to want to surround from all directions.
Not only the players in Strasbourg are surprised, but also the players of Marseille's own are surprised, because they rarely see Zhang Yang running long distances with the ball. Grabbing points and long-range shooting are the labels of publicity.
Ribery plugged in on the side road and looked at Zhang Yang while running.
He didn't shout Zhang Yang's name. He knew that if his brother needed his cooperation, he would take the initiative to pass the ball. He thought so. Zhang Yang's sudden arrival will definitely confuse the defense line of the people of Strasbourg. Well, you may have a chance to go up by yourself. A Strasbourg player quickly came up to defend Ribery.
Strasbourg's full-back Derov came up.
Looking at the Strasbourg player who rushed up to him, Zhang Yang was extremely calm. He poked the ball with his toes, and the ball rolled through Drove's feet. At the same time, Zhang Yang did not pay attention to the ball. He ran forward from the other side.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh - beautiful, so beautiful."
In the exclamation throughout the court, Ribery, who was running, pushed directly against the rolling ball with his foot bow, and the ball came up to defend his Strasbourg players. The legs rolled over and rolled right in front of the Zhang Yang's running line.
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Now, in front of Zhang Yang, there is only one Strasbourg defender.
Looking at the Strasbourg defender Devo who rushed up to him, Zhang Yang suddenly felt excited.
Yes, it's just excitement.
He even felt that he was trembling because of excitement. Yes, he was just excited, and he had played the game for almost 90 minutes. His already tired body, but at this moment, he seemed to have injected a huge amount of power. Now he has only one thought, continue to move on!
Go forward!
Pass him! Pass the guy in front of you!
Then - score a goal!
Pass him!
I want to score!
In his mind, all he can think of now is a goal.
Only goals!
He never felt that the ball under his feet was so obedient, as if it were a part of his body. This is a very wonderful feeling.
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Zhang Yang took the ball and continued to rush forward without slowing down.
Devo rushed up. He knows that Zhang Yang. This boy's skills are average, so he still has a certain confidence in his success in breaking the ball.
Devo's action.
Originally, he planned to change his old skill to the past Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and he saw the Strasbourg defender in front of him. The gap between the legs.
While he realized this in his mind, his feet had moved, and he poked his toes!
The ball from Devo's two. It rolled between the legs!
As soon as I turned around, I passed by this big black man!
When passing by, Zhang Yang can even see the incredible expression on Dewo's face.
He is so happy!
It's so cool!
This kind of duel, such an overpowering feeling--
That's great!
I like this feeling so much!
As we all know, Zhang Yang is not a player who is good at long-distance attacks on several people, so this feeling is even more wonderful at this moment.
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The speed of publicity is too fast. Together with the ball, he seems to have turned into a moving figure, rushing faster and faster.
People only saw Devo rushing up, and Zhang Yang dodged and passed by.
In the stands, everyone involuntarily widened their eyes! Then when he saw him pass by, the cheers went up even further.
"It's over! It's over! Zhang Yang! Zhang Yang! He went over! Devo was passed! Wearing the crotch!"
"It's incredible!"
Not to mention the players in Strasbourg, even the players of Marseille were stunned. They didn't expect to show off. There were several people in such a rush, and even Devo was even humiliated!
"The crotch is amazing!
Dewo was completely stunned. He subconsciously turned around and wanted to catch up with Zhang Yang, but he alienated under his feet, lost his center of gravity, and fell to the ground heavily.
When he raised his head again, he could only look at the distant back and see the '27' number on the young man's back.
In other words, Zhang Yang has formed a single-knife trend.
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The wind and lightning-like attack with the ball, which consumed Zhang Yang's great physical strength. At this time, Zhang Yang even felt that it was very difficult to breathe, but what else could stop him now?
He faked to shoot and lightly shook down the Strasbourg goalkeeper Casade. When Zhang Yang sent the ball into the empty goal, the whole Verrodm Stadium boiled like an active volcano that was erupting magma!
5:0!!
When Zhang Yang was about to be replaced, he scored his third goal in this game, and he scored a hat-trick!!!
He scored his 30th league goal of the season!
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"A wonderful goal!"
"God! Incredible goal!!"
"Gan Yang! Zhang Yang!"
"ZHANG-ONBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!"
"Gan Yang! He scored his third goal in the game. The commentator roared, and then his roar was louder, "30! The thirtieth grain! Thirty! Thirty! Thirty! Thirty! Thirty! Thirty! He did it! Thirty!"
"30--!!!!"
"The thirtieth!"
So the commentators are crazy. At this time, they immediately realized what this goal means. Fuck the hat-trick. This is not a matter of hat-trick or not hat-trick. This is the young man's thirtieth goal this season!
Thirty!
The number that has been sealed for 16 years, and finally someone sat down again!
From let. Pierre. Papin to Zhang Yang, from 1990 to 2006, from Marseille to Marseille, 16 years of reincarnation!
The floodlight shone on the turf of Verrodom Stadium, where it roared vigorically, ecstatic and excited!
He doesn't know what he is yelling. In fact, he doesn't need to know what he is yelling! This is an emotional catharsis!! This is a cry for victory!
Teammates ran over and dragged him to the ground excitedly. Zhang Yang always raised his head, raised his head high and refused to lower. That was the unyielding head of the proud teenager!
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He doesn't know what's wrong with him and why he's so excited. He doesn't know that this is his thirtieth goal of the season. At this moment, he doesn't have time to calculate these boring numbers at all. He is just excited for no reason. He just wants to vent. In the dark, he seems to know that the ball should be reckless. To celebrate, you should shout, shout, and vent.
For him, he is just an ordinary Chinese young man. His journey to pursue his football dream is not smooth, and it is even bumpy. He almost knocked him down and was almost forced to give up. Fate gave him an opportunity and gave him the opportunity to pursue his dreams. He cherished this opportunity, and he seized After this opportunity, he now knows that he is the pride of Marseille and the main shooter of this Ligue 1 giant!
Even the hero of this city!
He has never been as confident as he is now. He used to be self-deceiving and self-deceiving self-confidence, strongly supporting his tired young man's body, firmly believing in the arrival of the dawn, persistence, and finally perseverance.
At this time, he shouted in his heart, am I on the way to success? Is that so?
He said to himself, yes, Zhang Yang, you are on the way.
Don't be lazy.
Don't stop.
The road is at your feet. Go on, Zhang Yang!
Pursue your dreams and those great glory. When you become a part of this great legend, you can be lazy.
He has never been as vigorous as he is now.
I have never believed that I can succeed like now.
Just young and vigorous teenager. It's the right time to be young and frivolous.
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When the people celebrating the goal dispersed, Zhang Yang still held his head high. He looked at his teammates and looked at the bench, where it was already a boiling volcano. Zhang Yang strode to the side of the field.
Then, he stood there.
In the face of the turbulent cheering crowd, he raised his right hand, made a shooting action, blew his fingers, and inserted the gun into his bag.
This is the celebration action he has dreamed of for a long time. When he was in China, he dreamed that he could do this action one day after scoring a goal. At that time, he thought that he could make this action in the Chinese Super League. He never thought that he could complete his little dream in Ligue 1. Little secret.
Before that, even when he kept scoring goals, he did not dare to make this move, which came from the young man's little inferiority complex. Every day when he woke up, he felt as if he was in a dream. Everything was so fantastic. He trained desperately to catch all this.
At this moment, he finally accepted all this from the bottom of his heart. This is not a dream. This is the result of his own efforts. It is real, can be seen, heard and felt.
If you don't believe it, listen.
The crazy and wild cheers in the stadium stands.
Marseille fans are the most enthusiastic fans in France, and this soil is recognized as the sexiest and craziest soil. In a sense, this city is the worst city in France, and it is also related to the manic questioning of the city. Zhang Yang's celebration move completely made Marseille fans crazy. No one would think that this young man's action was inappropriate, but he thought it was too appropriate. It was great and cool.
They love it so much.
At the same time, the live broadcast sounded at Verrodom Stadium, and the broadcaster shouted in an excited voice:
The score on the court is 5-0.
Marseir——
Everyone shouts together - 5!
Strasbourg——
Another crazy shout - 0!
Scorer, No. 27 -
——ZHANG!
——ZHANG!
——ZHANG!
Everyone raised their arms and cheered the surname three times in unison.
The sound of the broadcast continued, and the broadcaster almost roared, broadcasting in the loudest voice, "This is Zhang Yang's thirtieth goal in Ligue 1 this season!" He paused for a moment, and all the Marseille fans shouted the number - 30!
"The last time he scored 30 goals in Ligue 1 was--"
This time, after 14 years, at Verrodm Stadium, more than 60,000 fans shouted out the great name together -
"Jean-Pierre-"
"-Papan!"
"-Papan!"
"-Papan!"
"Now, let's cheer for our new hero, who has just scored 30 goals in the season--"
"--ZHANG!"
"--ZHANG!"
"--ZHANG!"
"Our king..."
Among the crazy Marseille fans, Geely. Fassas's voice trembled with emotion. He could not even express his feelings in words. He felt that the suffering of Marseille for more than ten years was about to end, because God had brought publicity to Marseille. He believes that all this is a gift from God.
In such a crazy and explosive crowd, Ji Rui. Farsas devoutly drew a cross on his chest.
Then, he looked up at the young man on the court who was replaced by Pergis and was walking towards the sidelines. He continued to follow his fans and brothers and sisters raised their arms and shouted--
"--ZHANG!"
Whether it is fate or reincarnation, at this special moment, he created the greatest history since he came to France. From this day on, in the field of football, no one can be more qualified to represent the team of Marseille and even the city of Marseille than him.
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PS: Second update + third update. This is a two-in-one chapter. After writing in one breath, I think it's better to send it all at once.
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