Chapter 141 Theme: Farewell

"Marsei leads by one goal! Now, they are closer to the championship.

The Marseille players on the court gathered together to celebrate the goal. This time, Zhang Yang did not rush to celebrate. After scoring the goal, he stood there like that, opening his arms to welcome his teammates.

Before the game, in the locker room, Zhang Yang solemnly informed his teammates that he would leave Marseille at the end of the season. This is the decision made after discussion between Zhang Yang and Fernandez. He didn't want to leave without saying anything.

At first, Fernandez did not agree with Zhang Yang's request. He knew too much about the importance of Zhang Yang in this team. At the critical moment of winning the championship, you can't predict the impact once the players know that Zhang Yang will leave the team. Once the turmoil is triggered and the game is lost, the 14-year efforts of the Marseille team this season will be in failure.

However, Zhang Yang's words moved Fernandez.

"Dad, I don't want everyone to know that I'm leaving from the newspaper or TV. I don't want to do that. If I had only heard from the newspaper that my teammates had left, I would be very uncomfortable. I would feel that my popularity here was very bad, and I would feel very uncomfortable. Zhang Yang looked at Fernandez and said.

Fernandez was silent and thought, what a cute boy. He hesitated a little, and he felt that he should agree to Zhang Yang's request, let him and all his teammates have a formal farewell, and he was a little worried.

Zhang Yang knew what Fernandez was worried about. He solemnly said to the head coach, "Dad, I won't let the champion fall behind."

I don't know if this flamboyant sentence reassured Fernandes, or whether he was moved by this lovely young man, and he agreed.

So, now, the whole Marseille team knows that Zhang Yang is leaving at the end of the season. Although I don't know where Zhang Yang is going, Zhang Yang is frank that his transfer negotiations have entered the final stage, and there are two places to go. Once it is confirmed, he will inform everyone as soon as possible.

Everyone is naturally reluctant to leave. At the moment when they are about to usher in the championship, they will lose a trustworthy teammate.

However, the teammates also sent blessings to Zhang Yang. No one doesn't want to play in those top giants. Although Zhang Yang's final place is undecided, it must be one of those super giants.

So, at this moment, seeing that Zhang Yang's goal helped the team take the lead, everyone gathered up to celebrate the goal and the closer and closer to the championship, which is also to express their gratitude to the young man.

"Zhang, this ball is great."

"Zhang, don't go. It's good to stay in Marseille. We will win the championship today and continue next season."

"Thank you, Zhang."

Zhang Yang looked at his teammates and was also very excited. There was not only the joy of scoring goals, but also a trace of sadness. Although this high-willed young man is a little perverse, he is indeed a temperamental person.

"The thirty-fourth ball! A new record has been born!"

"Congratulations to Zhang Yang! Congratulations to him. This is really a young man who can work miracles!"

"This is Zhang Yang's thirty-fourth goal in the league this season! He broke his Ligue 1 record of scoring 33 goals in a single season a year ago! What a great young man." The commentator sincerely praised, "He set a record again and created a miracle, thirty-four goals, which is a record beyond the reach of latecomers!" The players in Marseille were very excited, and they all came up to congratulate Zhang Yang.

The commentator did not know that the players of Marseille were saying goodbye to Zhang Yang again. If there is no surprise, this will be the last time they and the young man play in a Marseille jersey. There is no doubt that the days of working together with this young man will become a unique memory and a good memory in everyone's career.

At this time, Verrodm Stadium has long been an erupting volcano. When Zhang Yang shot, everyone stood up. When the ball hit the net high, everyone's arms were raised high, and they were shouting, 'BUUUUUT'!

Thirty-four! Thirty-four! Zhang Yang did it! He broke his own scoring record! What a great achievement!"

"This young man once again wrote his name in the history of Ligue 1!"

"Listen to the cheers of this stadium. Everyone is shouting his name."

The cheers at Verrodm Stadium have lasted for about seven or eight minutes since Zhang Yang's goal. Every time Zhang Yang takes the ball, it must be a tsunami-like cheer. Not only cheers, but also applause. The whole stadium ushered in the second ** of this game, and the first ** is naturally the time for the players of Marseille to play.

"Marseil fans began to cheer. They are so excited that they are worthy of being the craziest stadium in France. However, this is a little cruel for the promotion."

Even the commentator feels that the madness of Marseille fans, the madness of this stadium, is a little too much for the downstream team of Sedang. Before being scored by Marseille, Sedang could still play more like it. Now, it is completely a little messy.

Lyon, Jerland Stadium.

When the game went on to the 34th minute, Lyon was still 1-0, with the home team Lyon leading and the visiting team Nantes lagging behind. And the news came from Verrodm that Marseille took the lead. It was Zhang Yang who scored the goal.

Holier frowned when he heard the news that Zhang Yang scored for Marseille and helped Marseille take the lead. Although he had long been mentally prepared for the young man to help Marseille score the lead, Holier was still regretful and entangled.

"Thirty-four, right?" Holler suddenly asked his assistant.

The assistant coach of Lyon was stunned by Holier's question, and then he reacted in surprise. The head coach was asking Zhang Yang's number of goals. He couldn't help but be surprised. Marseille scored, but his coach still had time to pay attention to the number of goals scored by the opponent's main scorer.

"What a good young man." Holler sighed.

The assistant coach of the Lyon team was worried. He understood Houllier's mood. Why can't such a scorer who can score goals be a player of the Lyon team?

At the end of the first half of the game, the scores on both sides remained unchanged. Marseille still led by 1-0, and Lyon was still temporarily leading Nantes by 1-0.

The players of the Lyon team all know the news that Zhang Yang scored for Marseille to help Marseille lead. This news first made the Lyon players a little frustrated, and then after Houllier's speech, it made the Lyon players burn a glimmer of hope. Marseille is just a one-to-zero lead. There is a saying on the football field, One-to-one is the most dangerous score in the world. Because this will give the opponent hope to equalize the score. Similarly, this score also gives Lyon's players hope that the team can work miracles and score a goal from Marseille to equalize the score.

In the dressing room of Virodem Stadium, seeing Zhang Yang go to the bathroom, Nasri whispered to everyone, "Who has a marker?"

"I have it." Louis replied.

"Shh." Nasri raised a finger and motioned Louis to whisper, "Let me borrow it."

Louis handed the marker to Nasri, who watched Nasri write a line on the white T-shirt inside the jersey.

Seeing this line, Louis was stunned. He silently took the marker returned by Nasri and wrote another line on his jersey T-shirt.

Then his marker was borrowed by Yashioi again... and then...

Zhang Yang came out of the bathroom, opened his wardrobe, took out a brand-new marker, and carefully wrote something on his jersey T-shirt.

When the second half restarted, Hollior was still two-minded. He watched his team's game, but his ears were listening to the news from Verrodham Stadium from time to time.

Soon, he heard a bad news.

Marseille scored and they expanded the score.

"Zhang Yangjin?" Holler asked subconsciously.

"No, it's Nasri." The assistant coach of Lyon replied with headphones in one ear and headphones in the other.

Marseille, Verrodom Stadium.

The team got a corner kick. They want to seize this corner kick and break through Marseille's goal. The two tallest players in the team, their two central defenders rushed to Marseille's penalty area to grab the header.

But the quality of the corner kick is average. Obtained by Marseille goalkeeper Carasso in the air, Carasso threw the ball and launched a quick counterattack.

Mabuba, who received the ball, passed the football to Ribery, who was following the side by an oblique long pass when the defenders of the team had not returned to the defense.

Ribery did not stop the ball, but put the ball forward with his chest. He also accelerated himself. After using his speed advantage, he rushed into a distance at high speed and passed it to the center.

The football draws an arc in the air. Zhang Yang squeezed out the followers around him and jumped high and rushed to the top!

This time, the lustful goalkeeper made a wonderful save again, and he struggled to save the ball.

The player who was driven back from the football rushed to relieve the siege, but did not play far. He just flew to the top of the arc, and Morentes ferryed the football to the no man's land in the middle.

No, someone rushed up!

"Samir. Nasri!!"

Nasri saw that the goalkeeper of the team just got up awkwardly after completing the save just now. The center of gravity was still unstable, so I didn't hesitate to shoot directly! Shoot at the far end!

The football went straight to the upper left corner of the goal. This time, the team's goalkeeper performed well in this game and could no longer do anything. The football hung straight to the dead corner in the upper left corner, hitting the net high.

Then the figure of Nasri running wildly appeared in people's sight. As he ran, he took off his jersey and threw it into the air. Then he jumped in front of the camera, pulled the hem of the white shirt inside with his hands, tilted his head back, arched his body, and stood like this, so that the camera focused on his body, not his head.

There are a few words written in French.

"Although I really want to give you a punch, you always steal my limelight. Well, I admit that you are indeed a little better than me."

Both the commentator and the people in front of the TV were stunned. Of course, they saw what was written on Nasri's jersey T-shirt, but what does this mean?

What happened?

Then, when the question mark on everyone's forehead was still there, more people began to rush to the sidelines. They sat the same action quickly or slowly, throwing off their jerseys and revealing the words written on the white T-shirt inside--

"The lens is close, hurry up, hurry up." The live broadcaster shouted loudly.

The lenses swept over the chests of these people one by one, on the white T-shirts, those black fonts. There are French, Algerian, Czech, Portuguese... Maybe the handwriting written by these people is really ugly, and there are even typos, but are these still important at this time?

Rebelly: I love you, my brother.

Yasioi: Good luck, buddy.

Louise: Come on, brother.

Mabuba: The championship is in common to us.

Morentus: You are the best partner I have ever met.

......

The director of the scene was stunned, and the fans at the scene were also stunned. Everyone panicked. Even the stupidest person saw these words, he understood the meaning of the above words and understood what had happened!

The cheers of the fans stopped abruptly, looking at the players on the stadium and the young man.

The lens is also aimed at Zhang Yang.

His eyes were red. He didn't know what his teammates did at all. It was because of this that he was so moved. He only felt a warm current in his chest. He wanted to open his mouth and make a sound, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Under the attention of the public, the young man looked at his teammate at a loss, and then he slowly took off his jersey and exposed his jersey T-shirt. He originally planned to show it to the fans after he scored or when he won the championship.

It says: To Marseille, to the people I love most, I will always love you. Forever.