Chapter 139 Are you ready?

Marseille is one point ahead of Lyon, and there is only one last round left in the league. Marseille's opponent is the promoted Ma Sedang. This opponent's strength is not strong. With the strength shown by Marseille this season, Marseille's victory over Sedang should not be a problem.

Therefore, whether it is the media in Marseille or other media in France, they are optimistic about Marseille winning and finally winning the league championship. Even Lyon's media admit that now the initiative is in the hands of Marseille. The only thing Lyon can do is to win the league final match with Nantes, and then look forward to it. Marseille made mistakes.

The media and fans are very optimistic, but what about the Marseille team.

In recent days, Marseille's training has been interrupted by Fernandez's whistles and curses, because players have made too many mistakes and mistakes in training these days, and even some low-level mistakes will appear in training.

This can't help but attract the attention of the Marseille coaching team. Obviously, in the face of the first league championship trophy after 14 years, Marseille players can't calm down.

This is really not a good sign.

Fernandez tried to communicate with the players to calm everyone's nervous mood, but it didn't seem to work very well. After all, psychological problems cannot be solved in one or two sentences.

However, what reassured Fernandez a little was that Zhang Yang's performance was the most extraordinary in the team. No, to be precise, his performance was normal. The young man continued his hot state in the game during training.

In Fernandez's eyes, his proud disciples are as calm and trustworthy as veterans who have been fighting for many years.

After the last day of training left in the league, Fernandez waved his hand and disbanded the team after the 18-man list of the game. I didn't say much else.

Tomorrow is the match with Sedang. That night, Zhang Yang held a small party at his residence. The number of people invited was good, and they were all teammates who had a good relationship with him and about the same age. Ribery and Nasri are naturally included, as well as Jahioi and Luis, and Mabuba. Of course, their girlfriends or wives.

After dinner, Zhang Yang sat in the living room with everyone while the ladies and girls were busy cleaning up the dishes.

"It's still early. Let's go out and have fun!" Nasri shouted.

Zhang Yang shook his head, and he looked at everyone with a rare serious face. Even the most lively Nasri was a little stunned when he saw Zhang Yang's expression.

Except for Nasri, everyone else is thoughtful. After all, some hype is not a day or two. They also want to ask Zhang Yang, but they have never found an opportunity to speak. After all, this matter is fundamentally a private matter.

Ribery touched the scar on his face, stared at Zhang Yang, and suddenly said, "Are you going to leave?"

Zhang Yang didn't feel surprised by Ribery's question. He looked at other people again, and others were also looking at him, which made Zhang Yang's heart flutter. He suddenly didn't know what to say. Those words that had been thought about for a long time came to his mouth, but he couldn't say it. He just nodded dullly. If there is no surprise, it should be like this."

"Where are you going?" Some stunned Nasri asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but it's either England or Italy." Zhang Yang paused for a moment, "Why aren't you too surprised?" He asked about his inner confusion.

"Hehe, it's nothing. With your performance this season, Marseille can't keep you. Louis casually said that his reason was very simple, but it was also the most direct.

"I'm afraid you won't be willing to stay in Marseille." Yahioi said sarcastically.

If it had been in normal times, Zhang Yang would definitely bicker with Yashioi, but at this time, there was no such mood.

"Because tomorrow's game is your last game in Marseille, because you are a deserter and feel guilty, so do you want to invite us to dinner?" Ribery said coldly.

Zhang Yang moaned, "Frank, you really need to be beaten. I'm not a deserter." His voice was much lower. Although he also knows that he is not a deserter, the transfer is normal in the player's career, but after all, this is Zhang Yang's first transfer, and he has feelings for these guys for this team. In addition, Orientals generally pay more attention to emotions. More nostalgic.

"Oh?" Ribery looked at Zhang Yang seriously, and then the guy suddenly smiled. He picked up a square scarf and wiped his mouth. He said carelessly, "Today's food is good. Take it as a reward. I'll help you win the league championship. I won't have any regrets."

Zhang Yang hissed, what is this?!

Ma Wuba also smiled: "That's right, don't worry. I know you're worried that you won't win the championship, so invite us to dinner. Don't worry, it's up to us.

"Ah?" Zhang Yang looked at Ma Wuba's smiling face.

"I know how important tomorrow's game is to you. Well, look at the current situation of the team, there will definitely be people who will behave abnormally because of pressure. Of course, this includes you, but don't worry, I will use the goal to reassure you." Nasri, who has not scored more than double digits in the whole season, said bluntly.

Yashioyi suddenly sighed with relief: "Well, can you sleep well tonight?"

"You guys - these guys." Zhang Yang suddenly jumped up. He stopped talking, but punched Ribery, and then pounced on the other guys. Can't you say a few nice words? Can't you move me?

I don't know when the guests have left. Zhang Yang stood at the door and looked at the taillights disappearing in the night. A wisp of night wind gently came and stroked his young face.

This is our champion, and no one can take it away.

Zhang Yang knows that this champion is not only proof of his achievements in this city, but also his precious memories here. There are too many memories.

May 27th.

The last round of the 2006/2007 Ligue 1 match day.

When it was bright, Zhang Yang was woken up outside the window. The raindrops hit the glass window and made a continuous sound. Only then did he notice the rain.

Open the window and look at the pattering outside the window. Zhang Yang jumped down from **. He stretched out and shouted out of the window, "It's a nice day!"

Two or three hours before the start of the game, the outside of Verrodm Stadium began to be lively.

Not only the local Marseille, but also Marseille fans from other parts of France are flocking to the stadium, and vehicles from many TV media are also coming in one after another. There are also construction machinery such as cranes and large-screen TVs outside the stadium. The Verrodom Stadium can only accommodate more than 60,000 fans. However, it is estimated that nearly 200,000 fans will arrive at the stadium today. In order to meet the needs of these fans and for safety reasons, the Marseille Club decided to temporarily erect outside the stadium. Two large-screen TVs allow these fans to support the team up close and welcome the championship.

The team flag of Marseille was inserted all over the square around the stadium and fluttered in the wind in the pattering rain.

All this is for the champion, to welcome the champion! Marseille has not won the league championship for 14 years. For this day, they have waited for too long and suppressed for too long, and everyone poured all their enthusiasm.

"Who can tell me how this game is different from the game we played before?" At the bustling Verrodm Stadium, only Fernandez's voice could be heard in the dressing room.

Everyone looked solemn when they heard Fernandez's question. Of course, they know what's different about this game. It's because they know so much that they are so serious and solemn.

Marseille has not won the league championship for 14 years. Yes, that's right. It's fourteen years. It's really a long history, but today, you have the opportunity to engrave your name on that trophy forever, in the history of the team, and in the history of your brilliant career! As long as you win the championship." Fernandez said.

Hiltney looked at the head coach in surprise. They had discussed the emotions of the players before, thinking that the players were nervous, which was obviously the reason for the excessive pressure to lower the pressure for the players. Who would have thought that at this time, Fernandez suddenly changed his way.

"Zhang Yang." Fernandez suddenly shouted.

Zhang Yang stood up and looked at his mentor.

"Are we worthy of this champion?" He asked loudly.

"Of course!" Zhang Yang also replied loudly.

Fernandez was obviously satisfied with this answer, and he looked at more people, "Are you afraid of the championship?"

"No!" Zhang Yang led everyone to shout together.

"Are you ready to win the championship?"

"Of course!!"

"Then go and win! Go and win for everyone!"

Roar!

Hiltney was a little surprised. Obviously, Fernandez's way was successful, at least it seems to be successful now. The players are now mobilized enough enthusiasm, which will temporarily suppress uneasiness and tension.

"All right, all right." Fernandez clapped his hands, "I know what you're thinking. Although this is a game that depends on whether we can finally win the championship, I hope you can think of it as an ordinary league. We can play as we want. Our opponents can't pose a threat to us. Do you have any questions?"

This time, no one spoke, and everyone looked at him.

"There is no doubt that you all know what you are going to do later? Then I won't say more. When you get to the court, you will play according to the usual game.

When the players opened the door of the locker room and set out for the player's corridor. Fernandez suddenly shouted at Zhang Yang, "Are you ready?"

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, just nodded heavily, and then followed the army without looking back.

Fernandez's sentence can have two meanings. The first one is, are you ready to leave Marseille? Another meaning is, are you ready to win the championship? Of course, in a sense, these two meanings can be confused.