Chapter 033 Prince's Stadium 5 Pleading for Collection Support

Edward, the team doctor of the Marseille team, is helping Zhang Yang check the injury. Fernandez, the head coach of the Marseille team on the side, sighed. He has let Pagis on the bench to warm up. Although Zhang Yang's injury is still uncertain, Fernandez still has to prepare first, just in case.

In fact, there is a Czech high school striker on the bench of the Marseille team. Kohler and the two strikers, the French striker and veteran Regis, but Jan. Kohler is not the kind of fast striker. His position is more like a tower in the penalty area. After playing, the position will conflict with Morentes. Therefore, Fernandez is still more suitable for Pagis. Of course, this is also a helpless move. If Zhang Yang is okay, it is the best!

"Pegis got up and warmed up. It seems that the situation is not optimistic." The commentator obviously also noticed the situation on the bench of the Marseille team.

At this time, there is some confusion on the court. The players from Marseille flocked to the referee and Troure to plead guilty. The players of Paris Saint-Germain are separated from them. Both sides are a little excited, and there are some pushing movements. Some people take the opportunity to play tricks, revenge and complain.

"The referee only showed a yellow card to Troure, which is the reason for the dissatisfaction of the Marseille players. Obviously, they want Troure to be sent off with a direct red card? A commentator said.

"The players in Marseille are very dissatisfied, but their dissatisfaction is understandable. Let's take a look at this foul. Well, this foul is really serious visually. There is no problem if the referee sent out a direct red card..."

"Masai people are protesting, but on the other hand, it is understandable that the referee gives a yellow card. After all, this is the home of Paris Saint-Germain..." A commentator said that it was just this, I don't know whether to really speak for Paris Saint-Germain or to sneer.

The commentator of Marseille was worried: "Edward is checking Zhang Yang's injury. I hope it's not a big problem." Let's say so, but the commentator of Marseille is still playing drums in his heart. After all, Troure's foul action just now did look too ferocious.

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"Listen to me. Dude. I didn't mean to. Hey, I really didn't mean to... Calm down, I didn't mean to..." Troure looked at Ribery, who came back at him viciously, and was a little embarrassed, explaining something. However, to be honest. When he shoveled down Zhang Yang, he was really nervous, afraid that the referee would directly give himself a red card. Now that it's cheap. Naturally, you should be more honest. At the same time, it is not ruled out that Traore is mean. The Malians tried to provoke Ribery and make this grumpy boy explode.

Ribery looked at him with a cold face. He really wanted to punch this guy, but he was hugged by Molentes, otherwise he might have done it when his forehead was hot just now.

"Calm down, Frank."

Ribery snorted heavily, "Let go." Then he broke free from the pull of Morentes and walked over to see Zhang Yang's injury. Moreentes smiled bitterly. He could understand Ribery's mood. This seemingly fierce guy was actually not difficult to get along with.

"This is obviously a foul that can directly give a red card!" Other Marseille players surrounded the referee. Protest loudly.

"This action is completely intentional injury!"

Hearing what Marseille's players said, the Paris Saint-Germain players were not happy. Just now, they saw that the referee only showed a yellow card to Troure and got a bargain, so they didn't want to say anything. Now they can't help it.

"Which eye did you see that you deliberately hurt people?"

"It's obviously an accident."

The scene was in chaos.

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The players on both sides are pulling, and Ribery is asking about Zhang Yang's injury.

"Edward, how's Zhang?"

Edward shook his head, and then he frowned and said, "It doesn't seem to be a big problem now, but you have to walk on the sidelines and observe it."

Ribery breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Edward's words. Then he helped Edward escort Zhang Yang to the sidelines for further examination and treatment.

And Zhang Yang was on the side of the field, accompanied by the team doctor Edward, during the slow-walking check, the skirmish on the court had been stopped by the referee. Louis on the side of the Marseille side got a yellow card because of the emotional protest, and Rothen on the side of Paris Saint-Germain was also warned with a yellow card. Now Only then can the two sides be stable.

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The game continues.

Marseille's free kick.

Nasri wanted to attack directly, but his free kick did not cross the human wall. It was blocked by the human wall of Paris Saint-Germain. The ball was headed to Nasri again by Mabuba, who split the side and Ribery got the ball.

Ribery went straight through the ball and passed Armand. After the breakthrough, the 'Scar Man' did not choose to pass directly, but cut it directly. He continued to rush in, intending to hit the yellow dragon directly!

Yepes, who was staring at Morentes, cursed secretly and forced him to make up for it. He had to give it to other teammates.

Ribery also wants to break through. But in the penalty area, he can use too little space. Yeppes is more experienced and poked the ball out of the bottom line.

Marseille got a corner kick.

"The Marseille team got a corner kick. This is their chance!"

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On the sidelines.

"How's it going?" Fernandez hurried over and asked with concern.

"It's not a big problem." Edward, the team doctor, saw Zhang Yang walking slowly there. At first, he walked slowly cautiously, but later he trotted a little. I was finally relieved.

It's okay. Fernandez is relieved.

"However, for the sake of safety, you'd better consider replacing him." Edward said again.

Fernandez frowned. He hesitated. At this time, Zhang Yang heard the team doctor say this and said quickly, "Coach, I'm fine. I can play."

The team doctor suggested that he had better replace the player, and the player himself said it was okay. Fernandez looked at the team doctor Edward. At this time, he must consider the final opinion of the team doctor.

"Mr. Edward." Zhang Yang shouted, and then he saw the team doctor say with a wry smile, "If he wants, let him continue the game." Zhang Yang smiled happily. He didn't want to be replaced like this. In this game, he hopes to have a better performance, and he still wants to score goals.

Seeing the team doctor nodding, Fernandez also made a decision not to replace him for the time being. In fact, in the Marseille team, it is really impossible to find a suitable substitute for Zhang Yang.

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Nasri's corner kick passed into the penalty area, and the tall Louis grabbed the landing point of the ball. His header was very threatening, almost wiping the post out of the bottom line.

Paris Saint-Germain fans in the stands of the Princes Stadium were shocked by Louis' header. After seeing the team escape, they immediately fought back.

The harsh boos sounded.

Zhang Yang followed the fourth officer. He stood on the sidelines and was ready to play, but the coach did not seem to see him, so he could not play until the referee made a gesture to allow him to play.

Paris fans obviously noticed the publicity on the side of the stands.

At this time, Zhang Yang heard the strange noise of Paris fans in the stands.

Whoo-hoo... Oh, ah, ah, ah... Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo...

Zhang Yang immediately frowned. He knew what the sound was. Paris fans at home were imitating the call of monkeys, which was the practice of some extreme fans attacking and discriminating against non-white players. In fact, France is not as beautiful as some media propaganda and reports. In this country, racial discrimination is commonplace. The French always treat outsiders with an arrogant attitude, even rude.

They treat all people with different skin colors as monkeys. Black players are black monkeys. Then, Zhang Yang is a yellow person. In their eyes, it is naturally a "yellow monkey".

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Zhang Yang's face was very ugly. He didn't know whether these Paris fans were insulting themselves as 'yellow monkeys' or attacking his good friend, black player Louis. However, in either case, it was not what he could tolerate and accept. He turned his head and said to the fourth official, "Do you hear that?"

The fourth official's face was a little stiff. He didn't say anything. At this time, the referee also saw Zhang Yang and waved his hand to indicate that he could play, which relieved the fourth official. He also waved his hand to Zhang Yang to play quickly.

Zhang Yang stared at the fourth official, ignored the man, and strode into the court.

At this time, the voice of "woo-woo" in the stands suddenly became louder!

At this time, there is no doubt that nine out of ten Paris fans are rushing to Zhang Yang. They are attacking Marseille 9 in the dirtiest way!

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The strange screams of Paris fans are so loud that they can be clearly transmitted to the audience in front of the TV through the broadcast equipment.

At this moment, the live broadcast of the Prince's Stadium obviously knows what happened. In fact, all the media reporters at the scene know what happened. Racial discrimination is not new in France. As the most exclusive Parisian, it discriminates against all outsiders.

Zhang Yang ran into the court with a pale face. The expression on his face was so ugly that everyone could see that he was holding back his anger. Even Nasri, who had a good relationship with him, was shocked by the public expression.

Louis also noticed Zhang Yang's mood. He came over and said to his friend, "Zhang, calm down, just when they don't exist."

"When they don't exist?" Zhang Yang asked rhetorical.

Louis's face was also angry, but he still sighed, "I've experienced this kind of thing several times. There's nothing you can do about this kind of behavior. You can only say to yourself, put up with it."

"Forbearance is over..." Zhang Yang read this sentence silently, and then he looked up and said inexplicable words to his good friend, "This matter is not over."

Louis scratched his head and looked at his friend in surprise. Zhang Yang patted him on the shoulder and ran to the front court.

Parisian, this is not over! I don't care whether you insult me or my friends. Anyway, it's endless.

Some things can be tolerated, and some things can't be tolerated!

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PS: The third update. I beg for collection and red ticket support.

Recommend the competitive masterpiece "Legendary Godfather" of good friend Bill Gai. The lid has been the same as the pig's head recently. Something has happened, so the update is a little unsatisfactory. However, I chatted with him a few days ago and heard that his matter had been resolved, and the pig's head was also very happy. There are always some trivial things in life that are unsatisfactory, and being able to pass is the best thing. The pig's head will also make an appointment with the lid to work together next month. In return for everyone's support all the time.