Chapter 122 Teacher (first update)
The match with Lorient made the whole team of Marseille exhausted, so Fernandez did not arrange a large amount of exercise training the next day.
After the training, the players did not leave immediately, but chatted in the locker room. This has become an unwritten tradition in the Marseille team. In fact, this is good for improving the cohesion of the team, which will make everyone understand that they are not just mercenaries, but comrades-in-arms, belonging to the same group and working for a common goal.
The publicity, which has always been very lively and lively, seemed a little silent. He sat there in a daze. I fell asleep after a while. During this period, he practiced himself too hard in the copy.
"Hush, boo." Ribery whispered.
The people who were chatting were surprised to see Zhang Yang sleeping leaning against their seats.
Ribery motioned everyone not to quarrel. He took out a bottle of hairspray from Nasri's locker.
"Hey, that's me--" Nasri just opened his mouth and saw that Ribery stared at himself and squeezed his eyes, and stopped talking.
"Let me tell you, in fact, I could have become a hair stylist."
Seeing that Ribery was messing around with hairspray on his unconscious head, the expressions on other people's faces were wonderful, and they couldn't laugh or cry. They wanted to laugh, but they couldn't laugh.
"Frank, you are miserable. When Zhang wakes up, you will be doomed." Nasri said.
"It's impossible. This is obviously your hairspray."
"What? Frank, you--
"What are you arguing about?" Zhang Yang was woken up by them, and then he saw that the two people who were fighting were staring at him and didn't fight.
"It's okay." Ribery said calmly.
"Well, it's nothing." Nasri said sly.
"It's inexplicable." Zhang Yang looked at him, and other people's expressions also looked at him exaggeratedly. He touched his face, "Is there anything on my face?"
"Nothing--" Everyone shook their heads and said to their hearts, "There's nothing on your face, it's on your head.
Zhang Yang muttered and ignored the inexplicable people, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Don't--" Nasri said quickly, and then he saw Zhang Yang looking over with doubt and quickly said, "Go, go, the water temperature is just right today."
Nervous, Zhang Yang muttered.
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As soon as he walked into the shower, Nasri looked at Ribery. He saw that Ribery had turned around and was about to escape.
"Frank, you are not allowed to run."
"A fool doesn't run away. Let go." Ribery tried to break free from Nasri's pull. When the others saw this situation, they all came to join in the fun. They were afraid that the world would not be chaotic. They pretended to persuade and actually blocked the door. Now, Ribery couldn't run away at all.
"Ah - who did it!" There was a roar from the shower room, and then people watched Zhang Yang come out with his bare body. Who did it?" Zhang Yang looked angry, and then he saw the bottle of hairspray beside him, "Samir, is that you?" He looked at Nasri coldly.
"It's not me--" Nasri said quickly, "How dare I, it's--"
"Do not wrong me." Ribery shouted. As soon as he said it, he knew it was bad. Nasri hadn't confessed him yet. He didn't tell himself.
"Frank--" Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and rushed to Ribery.
"No--" Ribery shouted, "You help me stop him."
Of course, there is no one to help, and a group of guys are waiting to watch a good show.
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When Fernandez walked into the locker room, he happened to see the jump up and down of Ribery that Zhang Yang was chasing. The crux of the problem is that Zhang Yang was bare, upright, hugged Ribery, and was pulling Ribery's trousers with one hand.
"What are you doing?" Fernandez frowned.
"Oh - God."
"In broad daylight, you--"
"God--" A group of guys covered their faces and coaxed.
"Uh, coach..." The reason why Zhang Yang was in a daze just now is that he felt that he should take the initiative to find the head coach and personally bring up the transfer to the head coach Fernandez, instead of talking about it from the agent. For Fernandez, Zhang Yang has a deep affection for him, and this old man is kind to him. Zhang Yang maintained great respect for the coach who gave himself a chance and almost unreserved trust. Zhang Yang wants to transfer and leave Marseille. The first emotional barrier is Fernandez.
"What are you doing?" Fernandez couldn't laugh or cry, pointing to the flamboyant bird.
"Um...ah--" Only then did Zhang Yang realize that it was inappropriate and ran back to the shower room in the laughter of everyone. Ribery just celebrated that he had escaped from his claws, and then saw that everyone looked at his buttocks and realized something. The man covered his face, "You, no one is allowed to tell Vasiba about what happened today."
"Hahaha."
This boy, even Fernandez laughed so hard.
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Zhang Yang got dressed and came out. He stared at Ribery fiercely and made up his way to beat Nasri, who was making faces there.
"The training is over. Why don't you go back? Are you going to spend the night here? Fernandez looked around the dressing room.
"Let's go."
"Oh, oh, oh, goodbye, coach."
"Boss, we are waiting to say goodbye to you."
When the players heard Fernandez say this, they responded one by one. After a while, the players dispersed and walked to the parking lot parked at the training base.
Ribery was afraid that Fernandez would hold him and ask him what he and Zhang Yang were making a fus about just now, and he also felt too ashamed. He was sorry, so he was the first to run away.
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Zhang Yang scratched his head. He still didn't know how to speak to Fernandez. However, after the noise and embarrassment just now, it made him relax a lot. When he walked past Fernandez, he finally stopped, "Coach, I want to be with you--"
"Go to my office." Fernandez said. For no reason, Fernandez was in a much better mood when he heard that Zhang Yang took the initiative to speak first just now. Maybe he also knew in his heart that it was difficult to keep Zhang Yang, and his dissatisfaction was even more because Zhang Yang did not communicate with him in advance, which made the old man a little angry.
Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and he nodded, "Okay, coach."
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In Fernandez's office.
"I'm surprised by your progress in the past two seasons." Fernandez said, "You are the most talented player I have ever met, and you have a natural understanding of football. I'm very happy to be your coach.
Fernandez's words embarrassed Zhang Yang.
"Thank you, coach." Zhang Yang said from the bottom of his heart.
"This is the result of your own efforts." Fernandez waved his hand.
"Actually, if you don't call me, I will come to you, coach. I just want to talk to you about this matter, about my transfer. Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and said it. Instead of covering it up, it's better to say it frankly. In this way, you will feel better.
If he says "about my future", then Fernandez will feel that he wants to stay, but now he is talking about "about my transfer." Fernandez knows that his proud disciple is indeed determined to leave at the end of the season. Although he was psychologically prepared, Fernandez was still a little frustrated. A little sad.
He nodded and motioned Zhang Yang to continue. He is listening.
Looking at Fernandez's expressionless face, his heart suddenly broke out. In his heart, Fernandez was not only a coach, but also a mentor, and even played the role of a father at some level. In the two most important years when Zhang Yang came out of China, the French coach had a great influence on him and helped him a lot.
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"I've been thinking about it for a long time. I want to go to a bigger stage." Zhang Yang said.
"A bigger stage." Fernandez sneered, "Is the stage of Marseille too small for you?"
"Coach." Zhang Yang looked up at Fernandez, "I like it here. You are my respected teacher. I have said to myself more than once, stay, but I know that my heart can't be left here."
Fernandez suddenly felt a little sad. Although in football, the player's transfer is normal, he is still a little unacceptable. In his plan, Zhang Yang is the core of his Marseille dynasty and his proud disciple. Now, this disciple's wings are hard and he is about to fly.
"Have you decided?" Fernandez stared at the publicity.
Zhang Yang was not afraid and nodded.
Suddenly there was a fire in his chest, "Who do you think you are?" Do you think the Marseilles are not Marseilles without you? What did you win in Marseille? You haven't won anything yet! Son of a bitch, what's your expression? Are you unconvinced? Or do you feel guilty?! Don't think that I can't bear to let you go. Get out of here. With you in the team, I will only worry more. Get out of here! Don't let me see your messy things in the newspaper in the future. Get out of here."
Zhang Yang looked at the angry Fernandez. His eyes began to turn red, and there was ** in his eyes. He said, "Dad - me."
This voice of the father calmed down Fernandez in anger. He looked at the young man in front of him, who he discovered and reused. Looking at the young man who grew up step by step, there was a sudden unspeakable mood fluctuating in his heart.
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The chicks have grown up and are going to fly high. The old bird is inevitably sad. However, he also knows that the Marseilles can't stay flamboyant. Even if they stay today, what about next season? I can only say that this young man is so excellent. In fact, Fernandez also knew that Zhang Yang did not owe anything to Zhang Yang. He gave the young man an opportunity, but he also seized the opportunity and rewarded him with a goal. On the training ground and on the field, Zhang Yang's performance was perfect. He did what a Marseille player should do. Responsibility is irreproachable. Even in a sense, Fernandez also wants to thank Zhang Yang. Last season, when the Marseille team's performance was not good, Fernandez also faced the crisis of being dismissed. It was Zhang Yang's birth that saved his handsome position!
Why are you so angry? Just because this old man really not only regards this young man as his own player, but also has more emotions. He also regards this young man as his own child in his heart. The child's strength, hard work and talent make him satisfied and proud of him.
The old man suddenly picked up a kick and put it on Zhang Yang's body, "Take the championship and get out of here, or stay here honestly!"
Zhang Yang got up from the ground, and his tears finally couldn't be suppressed. He bowed to Fernandez, and then smiled reluctantly, "Dad, if you want the champion, I'll give you the champion!"
"Who do you think you are?" Fernandez said angrily.
"I'm Zhang Yang. No matter where I go, no matter how much I have achieved, I always let. A disciple of Fernandez!" Zhang Yang said it seriously, word by word.
"Achievements?" Fernandez was moved, but he said, "Don't humiliate me."
"Hmm." He nodded heavily.
"Does that foot hurt just now?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"Real? Then I'll kick it again."
"I still don't want it, your old arms and legs--"
"Bad boy, you--" Fernandez pretended to kick him, and Zhang Yang quickly dodged.
"Let's go and have a drink with me."
"Coach, I'm a player, I can't drink..."
"I allow it."
"Uh, uh."
That night, Marseille head coach Fernandez and his proud disciple Zhang Yang drank late in the bar. Zhang Yang taught Fernandez to hit the boxing, and the old man kept losing.
The next morning, on the training ground of the Marseille team, Zhang Yang was fined 20,000 meters by Fernandez...
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PS: The first update.