Chapter 113 The Story of the Dressing Room (please collect)

At the end of the first half, Marseille led Lyon 3-1 away. Perhaps Lyon fans will feel uncomfortable and unfair. After all, in the first half of the game, Lyon had an advantage, but fell behind one to three.

However, this is the charm of football.

At halftime, Fernandez returned to the locker room with a smile. Holier's face was gloomy, falling behind 3-1 at half-time, and he felt the grimness of the situation.

When Zhang Yang walked to the player's corridor on the side of the field, there was a huge boo, especially when he approached the player's corridor. In addition to boos, there were all kinds of curses.

Marseille assistant coach Hiltney hurriedly ran a few steps. I'm afraid that after being attacked by Lyon's fans, he will get out of control and make some fierce moves. If this guy is hot-headed and points his middle finger at the fans, it's over.

However, Hiltney was surprised. What he didn't expect was that Zhang Yang just looked up at the fans who booed him, and then suddenly smiled strangely and ignored it. It seems that the person who scolded in the population is not himself.

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Seeing Zhang Yang's reaction, not only Hiltney, but also other Marseille players were a little stunned. When did Zhang Yang get so well with him? This is not a flamboyant style. He should be very angry. Although he is not going to fight directly with the Lyon fans, at least the expression on his face will be so angry that he will continue to score in the second half of the game.

Therefore, seeing Zhang Yang's 'light clouds and light wind' and the 'light smile' on his face, everyone couldn't help shaking their heads: This is not normal. Has it been scored twice in the first half of the game, which has satisfied Zhang Yang? This is not scientific. How could Zhang Yang feel that the goal is enough and put down the butcher's knife?!

Is this boy pretending to be cool?

What do you care? Anyway, Marseille is now leading 3-1, and the whole team is in a high mood and in a good mood.

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In the visiting team's locker room at the Jerland Stadium, Fernandez kept patting his shoulder and praising him for his excellent performance in the first half.

Zhang Yang first said that he had won the bet with head coach Fernandez, and then he patted his head and said that he had lost a lot of money and it was not good to win.

Everyone laughed for a while.

Fernandez tried to be serious. He pretended to be serious and said that the game was not over yet. He had to win the game before he could say that he had won the bet. However, his seriousness, like a balloon, was gently pierced by Ribery's words. Scar Man shouted: The Lyon people who made trouble last night must be very happy now. With that, he still screamed like the girl's voice, "No, that's enough, it's already very much. It's cool. I really don't want it."

Now, the whole locker room is full of laughter. The serious atmosphere that Fernandez wanted to create was gone.

Everyone is in a good mood, joking and chatting with each other.

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On the other side of the Lyon locker room, the atmosphere is not so relaxed.

Everyone bowed their heads and were silent, because their head coach Hollier had just shrugged. The most scolding is the back line. Holier believes that the team's back line is not focused enough and decisive enough to deal with the ball.

Obviously, Hollior is referring to their second conceded ball, that is, the ball that Zhang Yang suddenly inserted and grabbed the ball before goalkeeper Kupei and poked Squiratch's return ball into the net.

"In the second half, all of you must work hard. The offensive end must improve the efficiency of the attack, and the defense must be vigilant. If there are low-level mistakes like the first half, we will be completely out of this game!"

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Moreentes sat next to Zhang Yang and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about?"

"How do you want to score a goal?" Zhang Yang looked up and said.

Morentus also smiled, "I knew that you wouldn't be indifferent, but those fans are too much." Moreentes was right, but he heard it clearly. The words scolded by the fans were so bad that they even insulted Zhang Yang's parents.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I will give them an unforgettable night."

Morentes stalked and stopped talking. He looked at his partner, a young man who is about to turn twenty-one, with enviable talent and talent. This is a young man who really loves football, and his future is unlimited. Of course, the deepest impression on Molentes is his flamboyant temperament. This player, Marseille fans like him very much, but the opponent's fans don't like him so much. Every time he goes to the away game, especially with Paris Saint-Germain, Lyon, and Bordeaux and other Ligue 1 giants. Zhang Yang has to quarrel with the opponent's fans for a while. Therefore, at the peak of these Ligue 1, Zhang Yang not only fights with the opponent's players, but also fights with the opponent's fans, and he is full of fighting spirit and has endless fun.

"I can see that you enjoy it." Molentes touched his nose and laughed.

"That's right, haha, the more they booed and scolded me, I knew that they were so afraid of me. What are they afraid of me? Of course, I'm afraid that I will score a goal. Thinking of their fear, I was excited and more eager to score goals, because I knew that my goal was the biggest blow to them. Whenever I score a goal at this time, I'm very excited. I think, I'm afraid. That makes the boos more fierce. Sure enough, haha.

Moreentes looked at Zhang Yang. His personality is very peaceful. When he is most depressed, he roars after scoring a goal. Therefore, he can't really understand Zhang Yang's emotions and why Zhang Yang is always enthusiastic about something, but he thinks about it. It must be very cool. He patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and said, "Come on, the second half."

Zhang Yang nodded with a smile, and then he closed his eyes to refresh himself for the second half of the game.

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The feud between the Lyon team and Zhang Yang has been known to all of France for a long time. Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the media, many people even in Europa.

So, today's game is so important for Zhang Yang that he can't lose. You can't behave badly in front of those fans who mock and abuse him. He must show his best side. For a striker, a good performance is a goal, so Zhang Yang worked so hard that he scored two goals in the first half of the game.

However, Zhang Yang is not satisfied. He wants to continue to make 'surprises' for Lyon. He wants Lyon fans to always remember this game, remember this night, and let the overlord of the four consecutive championships in Ligue 1 endure a nightmare.

Now that he is ready to leave Ligue 1, Zhang Yang is gradually calm. What he can't give up is his feelings for the fans, which may be very fucking. He doesn't know whether Marseille fans will still like him if he transfers from Marseille. Therefore, Zhang Yang is determined to have a better performance and let the fans remember himself. He wants to set up a monument for the latecomers, a monument that they can't surpass. The young man stubbornly thought that in this way, Marseille fans will think of him. When he returns to the city again, he will even send cheers.

Everything

has been done for this thought.

He remembered the huge banner of the gerland stadium: Bienvenue-en-enfer: Welcome to hell.

Since you want to taste the taste of resistance, I will fulfill you!

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Seeing that Zhang Yang actually closed his eyes, he seemed to fall asleep. Everyone looked at each other.

At this time, assistant coach Hiltney's voice sounded, "Boys, are you ready to play. Hurry up, Zhang--" He was going to say, "Why are you asleep?" Then the second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat.

Everyone else also exclaimed. They saw Zhang Yang suddenly open his eyes, stood up, and was the first to walk to the door, which showed that the young man couldn't wait for the game.

Opening the door of the locker room, Zhang Yang looked back and saw the surprised faces of his teammates. His heart suddenly moved, and the mentality of prank came up.

"I will score a great goal in the second half of the game. Everyone must be unable to wait."

Uh. His words made everyone choked. Obviously, you can't wait. Okay, wait, what did he say, great goal?

Everyone has a good relationship with Zhang, but seeing this man talking so arrogantly, he can't help but hit him. At this time, they seem to forget that this is their teammate.

"Can't you score a goal if you say you can score?"

"Yes, that's right."

"What's more, what is a great goal? There is no standard."

"Zhang, you haven't woken up yet."

"Haha."

Zhang Yang was dumbfounded. What's wrong with these guys? They spoke in a hurry. Besides, what, buddy, am I not your teammate? These guys!

Seeing that Zhang Yang was dumbfounded, everyone laughed.

Only then did Zhang Yang know that he had been teased. He stared at him with hatred and said angrily, "I'm not kidding. Wait and see."

"Hey hey hey, you said great goals, how can this be great?" Nasri shouted loudly.

"It's finally estimated that it can be rated as the best goal of the season by Ligue 1." Zhang Yang had walked out of the door of the dressing room, and his voice floated in. It caused a lot of discussion.

"This boy won't be serious, will he?"

"It seems to be true."

"Why is he so confident?"

"Is he always confident?"

"I mean, why is he so sure that he will score a great goal? God, he is talking about the best goal of the season, right?"

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"You guys, hurry up and play. Do you want to watch Zhang alone being beaten by the Lyon crowd? Hiltney roared loudly.

Tut. When these people think about it, it's true. Now the whole team goes out alone. Now on the court, it's just Zhang Yang standing alone there. Opposite are 11 players from Lyon...

Many people have thought of this scene in their minds and can't help shivering. They heard the assistant coach's words: Zhang was beaten by the Lyon crowd. First, they looked weird, and then laughed and laughed unscrupulously, as if they had encountered a big happy thing.

"That boy, look at how arrogant he is, haha."

"That's right. We'll wait a little longer before we go out."

"Drink a cup of coffee first. Samir, we can talk about our love.

"You're so bad, it's sex. The orientation is normal.

"Haha."

"Get out of here." Hiltney roared, and then he watched the guys rush out of the locker room like birds and beasts and laughed. Not only did he laugh, but also the head coach Fernandez and other members and staff of the coaching staff also laughed.

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At this moment, on the green field of the Jerland Stadium, as Hiltney joked, because other players in Marseille inadvertently dragged on for two minutes to play, a strange and crazy shot that was enough to be recorded in the history of Ligue 1 appeared.

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Today's first update. The next two chapters will be a **. The pig head hopes that he can express it as well as possible.