Chapter 037 Hat! Hat! Next
In the stands of the Prince's Stadium, Kaizak, the president of Paris Saint-Germain Club, looked quite ugly. In fact, near the end of the first half of the game, he knew that something was wrong when he saw the fans holding up such banners.
These damn guys.
Kaizak is the new president of the Paris Saint-Germain Club and has just been elected this summer. He is quite disgusted with these radical fans. In fact, the chairman of any team will not love such radical fans.
The behavior of radical fans in Paris will definitely bring trouble to the Paris Saint-Germain Club. It is estimated that the fines are light, and they will be banned at home.
In the football field, as long as it comes to the issue of racial discrimination, even if Paris Saint-Germain has a high status in Ligue 1 and is very related to French football, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do well.
At this time, his secretary came over and whispered to him that Mr. Mendes called and was quite angry about what happened today.
Kaizak frowned. These agents really take themselves seriously. You are still quite angry. Who should I complain about my anger?! However, he really doesn't dare to offend Mendes. The 'super agent' has a bad connection in football, even more than him, the president of the Paris Saint-Germain Club.
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At this time, Marseille is attacking on the court.
After Zhang Yang scored the goal, the game was completely controlled by the Marseilles.
In fact, Paris Saint-Germain's performance is passive, which is inseparable from the behavior of their fans. On the one hand, the behavior of Paris fans has stimulated Marseille players, especially the outbreak of anger, which has put Paris Saint-Germain under unprecedented pressure. In addition, this behavior of fans has also interfered with Paris Saint-Germain. German players, this makes Paris stand at the trough of morality. Although it seems painful to be involved in morality in football, it is exactly like this game today!
Nas grabbed Mbami, pulled the ball horizontally, and then passed the ball to Yahioi, who had just played. The latter directly knocked the ball to Zhang Yang.
During the halftime, Zhang Yang told everyone that he needed support. As the best Marseille player with Zhang Yang, as Zhang Yang's good friends, Louis, Nasri, Ribery and Yahioi, are naturally duty-bound to lend a helping hand!
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When the Chinese young man received the football field from Yahioi, the Prince's Stadium set off a huge boo. In fact, the boo has always existed, but it reached the peak after Zhang Yang received the ball.
After Zhang Yang received the ball, the defense line of Paris Saint-Germain immediately became nervous. They know the threat of the person in front of them. In addition, everyone knows that although Zhang Yang has scored two goals, it seems that this man will not stop. The boy also gritted his teeth to continue to score goals. He didn't hear what he shouted after scoring just now, '***, this is just the beginning'.
No one thinks that Zhang Yang is just talking.
Yepess immediately followed, intending to stop Zhang Yang from shooting.
Yahioi turned around to answer Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang made a move to pass the ball to Yahioi. However, Yepeth was not fooled. Now everyone knows that Zhang Yang will shoot as soon as he has a chance!
Sure enough, Zhang Yang's pass was fake, and he swung his foot and shot directly. His shot was blocked by the already prepared Yeppes's leg.
The ball bounced to Troure's feet, and the ball power was changed. Marseille's attack seems to be over!
"It's a pity that Zhang Yang still chose to shoot!"
"In fact, this time, he can pass the ball to Jahioi, and he doesn't have to rush to shoot!"
"He wants to score goals so much. Although he has scored two goals, it obviously did not satisfy the young man.
Listening to the huge boos at the Prince's Court, Wisto shook his head and said with a smile on his face, "Zhang has become the public enemy of Parisians."
"You don't seem to worry about publicity at all." His commentary partner Thieri said that it was true that as a flamboyant hardcore fan, Visto actually laughed.
"What's there to worry about?" Visto sneered, "The Parisians provoked Zhang, and they will definitely regret it. In fact, maybe they regret it now.
"They won't admit it." Thieri said.
"Ha."
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Troure received the ball. As soon as he pulled the ball and turned around, he wanted to fight back against the Marseilles, but he was put down with the ball.
"Foul!" The players of Paris Saint-Germain shouted.
The players in Marseille ignored it because the referee did not say anything, which showed that he thought the ball was not foul.
It's true that there is no foul. The referee is very close to the scene of the incident and can see it clearly. When Trouret just pulled the ball and turned around, a figure rushed up, poked the ball first, poked the ball away in front of Troure, and then inertia brought Troure down.
This is Yashioi's steal!
Ribery received the ball poked by Jahioi. He looked at the situation in front of him. Marseille's offensive was very strong during this period, and Paris Saint-Germain's retraction was very strong, which made Marseille's attack have to fall into a positional battle.
Ribery did not choose to make a forced breakthrough this time, but made a breakthrough move and passed the ball to Nasri. Then he quickly inserted forward and wanted to make a wall-to-wall cooperation with Nasri.
Nasri passed the ball to the ground, but the purpose of the two people's wall-to-the-wall cooperation was too obvious. Mbami pressed it and wanted to break the ball, but he saw a man falling to the ground and shoveled the ball out in front of him. This is Ma Wuba.
"The players in Marseille are working hard. It seems that they are not the two-ball lead now, but Paris Saint-Germain. The narrator said in surprise. Now not only Marseille No. 9 is desperately fighting, but other Marseille players are also showing more desire to fight than Paris Saint-Germain players.
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Ma Vuba shoveled the ball to Yahioi.
At this time, Zhang Yang began to insert in front of the forbidden area. Yepes immediately followed, and he followed Zhang Yang back to the penalty area. As long as he saw this person to death, the Marseille attack would end again. Now, everyone can see that the players in Marseille are trying to feed Zhang Yang the ball and let him shoot.
At this time, Yahioi, who received the ball, turned his head and looked at Zhang Yang, which strengthened the view of the defender of Paris Saint-Germain - look at Zhang Yang!
Yahioi looked at Zhang Yang, but did not pass the ball to Zhang Yang. Instead, he suddenly passed a high ball and flew into the penalty area.
Morenentes jumped up and wanted to pass the header to Zhang Yang, but he could not reach the ball, because Paris Saint-Germain's goalkeeper Landroe attacked from the front of the goal. He punched the ball out on top of Moreentes's head.
The ball was hit out and flew out of the penalty area.
Rotten ran to the field and shouted the name of Trouret. As long as he could pass the ball, this was an opportunity for Paris Saint-Germain to fight back.
Traule was obviously also well aware of this. He rushed to the ball landing point, but suddenly his eyes widened, and someone rushed to the ball landing point faster than him. Although I don't know who it is, looking at the color of the jersey, you will know that it is not his own person - not his own person, but naturally it is a Maasai!
Ribery rushed up. He looked at the landing point of the ball and directly swung his right leg. With the help of the inertia of running, he aimed at the falling football and slapped fiercely!
At the same time, Troure subconsciously shrank his neck, and he completely subconsciously dared not block the ball!
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As soon as Landero hit the ball in front of the goal of Paris Saint-Germain, he saw the football rushing towards him like a cannonball, roaring and passing by him, bringing a rapid wind.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh--WOWOWOWOWO--"
Ribery's ball was pressed a little low, and the ball almost flew to the front of the door almost against the turf.
Landro almost subconsciously made a save move. He almost rolled and crawled out his legs and blocked the ball. Then he fell in front of the door in embarrassment. The football flew back to the middle of the penalty area.
This goal didn't score!
Paris fans in the stands cheered. The current zero-to-two score in this game makes them very faceless, which is also one of the reasons why Paris fans are extremely resentful about Zhang Yang. If it is zero to three, they will be even more embarrassed.
Although he was embarrassed, Landrow at least prevented the goal from reappearing.
But has the Marseille team finished attacking?
No!
Zhang Yang, who just inserted into the penalty area, appeared in front of the football like a ghost. There was no defensive player around him, and no one lived. Where did Yeppes, who was inseparable from him just now?!
"God--"
"Zhang-BUT?"
Zhang Yang faced the overwhelming middle finger and countless ferocious faces on the stands of the Prince's Stadium. Zhang Yang had bent his bow and arrows. He almost rounded his right leg, and a domineering semi-air volley swept the air football into the empty door!
There is no suspense!
The goal is scored!
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!"
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The atmosphere of the whole court exploded because of this powerful blow, because of this goal, and because of the subsequent scene!
Zhang Yang saw that the ball was pulled into the goal by himself, and saw that the net was pulled hard! He began to run like he was crazy!
A kind of anger and a sense of pleasure filled his whole body in an instant. As he ran, he took off his jersey and rushed to the stands where the most radical fans in Paris were. He clenched his jersey in his hand, waved crazily, and roared crazily in his mouth...
Countless camera lenses are aimed at his T-shirt, which uses French and Chinese to write two lines at the same time!
"Cool, bastards - kneel down for grandpa!!!!!!"
It's like an enraged male lion, shaking his arms unconsciously. The jersey has been thrown away by him. He is like a crazy robot, completely unconsciously waving his arms. His face is ferocious, and his eyes are staring at the portrait of insulting him and his father in the stands.
This portrait, those bastard's insulting swear words, is like a thorn, piercing the bottom of his heart, which is a kind of painful pain...
His father has paid so much for himself that his son failed to be filial, but his old father suffered this kind of insult. He went away! Totally desperate, just want to vent well, explode! Catharsis! As for whether you will be punished or not, it will cause any so-called controversy or conflict. Fuck it, I don't care about it!
Also, you think you are noble! It's a superior nation! Haha, isn't it? It's not like a fool! Is it cool?! Grandchildren, hey! Come on! Give grandpa a knee down!
This is a happy catharsis. As early as the second time, Zhang Yang wanted to explode, but it was only the second ball. The team was only a 1-0 lead, and the overall situation was undecided. Therefore, Zhang Yang put up with it. Until now, it was 3 to zero. He staged a hat-trick, and Zhang Yang couldn't help it anymore!
The anger that has been held for so long is a complete catharsis!
He completely ignores the catharsis!
I don't care what the audience in front of the TV, media reporters and so-called big shots think and do anything about the scene!
Dare to provoke me, this is what you asked for!
Hey, grandson, are you cool?
Do you want grandpa to do it again?!
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PS: The second update.