Chapter 33 First Team debut 3 This is just the beginning!

On November 7, 2005, the 14th round of the 2005/2006 Ligue 1 season, the match between Le Mans vs. Marseille. The game ended in the 57th minute. At this moment, Zhang Yang, wearing the No. 27 jersey, was standing on the sidelines, waiting for the dead ball time.

He will replace the almost invisible starting striker Nicholas Hiccit, who is starting in this game, and the starting Senegalese scorer Nion as double arrows. Fernandez plans to fight for his life.

Zhang Yang felt his heart beating faster and his body was trembling slightly. He clenched his fists, stretched out again, clenched again, and his palms were filled with sweat.

A young man, who was only nineteen years old, experienced ups and downs in his life this year. He was about to be able to play professional games, but his future was ruined because of a fight with his teammate who had black feet. He was framed and cleaned up and left the team. He was unwilling to let his football dream be shattered. The young man overcame all kinds of difficulties and came alone to France, which is famous for cultivating young stars, to find his football dream. After suffering countless rejections and even humiliations, he finally got a chance!

The fire of dreams in his heart burned again.

After making his debut in the Youth League, he has now ushered in his first game to represent the team's first team. Although the team is now behind zero to three on the court, it seems that it has entered garbage time.

However, Zhang Yang knew that this was his own game, his own moment! It was his battle moment!

So nervous. Zhang Yang gritted his teeth. What kind of performance will he perform? Can he score a goal?

He remembered what head coach Fernandez said to him just now just after he took off his vest and warmed up.

"Zhang, you come on the field."

Zhang Yang nodded.

"I know you must be very unhappy with the words of those media... I know you must be very interested in scolding those bastards. Now I will give you a chance to scold them in front of all France!" Fernandez said fiercely.

Zhang Yang raised his head suddenly, and the head coach actually swears. This surprised him. It seemed that the coach also hated the media. Hearing Fernandez swearing, Zhang Yang was amused. The young man almost gritted his teeth and said, "I won't waste this opportunity."

At that time, Zhang Yang was not too nervous, and he thought he wouldn't be too nervous. However, at this moment, he really felt the great tension when he was standing on the sidelines and waiting to play!

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"Young man."

Zhang Yang turned his head to see him and saw head coach Fernandez looking at him with a smile on his face.

"You know what to do. This is your game." Fernandez pointed to the court.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously. He turned his head and looked at the stadium.

This is my game!

Relax, show off! Believe in yourself!

Don't be afraid! There is nothing to be afraid of!

"Marseille made adjustments. They used the amateur player he just signed, forward Zhang Yang, to replace the starting striker Nicholas Hikater." Thierry explained this substitution very programmatically. He did not mock the young man like some media, but there was also a skeptical tone in his tone. "Coach Fernandez hopes to strengthen the offense. He does not want to return to Marseille empty-handed. He needs at least a draw, but the score of zero to three really disappoints him."

Thierry scratched his head and said, "Does Fernandez intend to give up the game to train new players? Or is he going to put all his treasures on this amateur player, this nineteen-year-old? Doesn't Fernandez think this is too cruel for a child?" he shook his head and said.

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Finally a dead ball appeared on the court. Le Mans' young Sierra defender Barcelona fouled Marseille midfielder Ribery. Marseille won a frontcourt out-of-bounds ball, and the fourth official raised the sign to prompt a substitution.

Nicholas Hicart looked at the sidelines, with a look of frustration on his face. He knew he was going to be replaced. Today the head coach gave him the opportunity to start, but he didn't catch it. Nicholas Hicart ran down and returned to the bench after slamming Zhang Yang.

On the live broadcast, a male voice was reporting on the visiting team's substitution. A boo suddenly rang out in the home team's stands.

Obviously, it is 'benefited' by the French media's hype about Zhang Yang's identity as an "amateur player" from China before the game, Zhang Yang had already had a considerable "famousity" before he appeared in any Ligue 1 game.

Le Mans fans know this amateur player. At this moment, the score of three to zero leading Marseille made them excited, and everyone's adrenal hormones rose rapidly. In the eyes of Le Mans fans, the substitution of Marseille is tantamount to announcing the game to give up in advance. The giant Marseille gave up!

Le Mans fans were very proud! At this moment, Zhang Yang, who came on the bench, became the target of their excitement and humiliation. No one would show mercy because he was just a nineteen-year-old man because he was a young man who pursued his football dream.

"Haha, do you see, the Marseille replaced that amateur player. Have they given up on the game?"

"Get back to wherever you come from, Chinese boy!"

"They are strong, you'll be scared to tears!"

"Hey, amateur players. This is not the place you should come!!"

The camera was aimed at Zhang Yang, and the director could obviously guess what the Le Mans player in the stands was greeting the young man who was about to play, and also knew the media's criticism and ridicule of the poor young man before the game. The director wanted to see what expression the young man's face was at this moment. What expression would he have? The director wanted to know.

Zhang Yang's face was a calm expression. Of course, he heard the words of Le Mans fans. Not only did he hear them, he could also understand part of his French language.

The expression on the singular face seemed to be heard, as if the insults did not come out of those people's mouths!

He raised his right foot, stepped into the court, moved his left foot and ran into the court.

While running into the court, he raised his hand and asked for the ball again. This was a free kick from Marseille. Ribery was preparing to take the free kick.

"It seems that this guy is calm, he is calm, which is very good." Thierry also had to exclaim.

No one noticed that Zhang Yang raised his right hand to ask for the ball, and his naturally hanging left hand was clenched tightly! The knuckles of his fist were exerting force!

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Not to mention that French National 1 gold medal commentator Thierry believes that Fernandez's substitution is completely giving up the game and trying to train young people. Even Le Mans head coach Frederic Hans thinks so.

Since the game has been held, Marseille's offensive line has never posed any threat to Le Mans' defense line. Fredridge Hans is very proud. He feels that Marseille's offense is not afraid. Whether it is Marseille's main scorer Nian or another starting striker Nicholas Hicart, they are sleepwalking, let alone this amateur player who has just started the field.

No matter how you look at it, you can't tell what is worth noting about this kid.

"Amateur players are amateur players. Does Fernandez think that players like Frank Ribery are everywhere in amateur teams? Besides, this kind of genius cannot be cultivated at the level of Chinese football." Le Mans head coach Fredridge Hans shrugged. He didn't care about Zhang Yang's appearance.

Soon, Ribery took a free kick. He saw Zhang Yang raising his hand to ask for the ball. He hung the ball into the penalty area. Zhang Yang tried to provoke the top. However, under the pressure of the Le Mans defender, he failed to reach the ball. The ball went out of the baseline and wasted an offensive opportunity.

"This kid is really amateur." Le Mans head coach Fredridge Hans smiled. From the competition for the top, we can see that this young man is not strong enough. It was time to compete for the top, but he gave up his back first and did not get stuck in Barcelona who was defending him.

Amateur players, tsk.

Le Mans head coach Fredridge Hans looked at the Marseille coach's seat not far away. Fernandez was so pitiful that he actually believed that an amateur player had the ability to save the world, haha.

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Out of contempt for Zhang Yang, the head coach of Le Mans did not make tactical adjustments, but waved his hand and continued to attack in large numbers. Although it was already 3 to 0, Fredridge Hans was not satisfied. He wanted to humiliate Marseille well. He wanted to kill Marseille. This pleasure of killing the rich is not something that he often can experience. He wanted to make this game his classic game and the eternal nightmare of the Marseille.

Zhang Yang quickly felt the contempt of Le Mans for himself.

It's not because he feels so sharp, but because there is often no defensive player within five meters around him. Not only does Le Mans' full-back frequently come forward to assist, but even their central defenders often do not do their duty forward, as if they treat Zhang Yang as air.

Obviously, the Le Mans didn't take him seriously at all.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath!

Have you been ignored?

You will pay the price! There are also Le Mans fans! Zhang Yang looked up at the stands where the Le Mans fans were in, and he gritted his teeth and said. Since he came on the court, as long as he touched the ball, Le Mans fans would boo.

Le Mans fans are completely proud. They know that Zhang Yang is an amateur player and that he is a rookie. They just want to use this momentum to scare him and tease him. Hey, boy, is this your first time playing a professional game? Haha, enjoy all this, remember, this is not a place where a kid like you can come!

In the eyes of Le Mans, Zhang Yang is undoubtedly the weak, and teasing and humiliating the weak, watching the weak tremble, will make them feel very happy!

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Ribery got the ball in the backcourt. After he dribbled the ball forward for 20 or 30 meters, he suddenly stopped. Before the Le Mans defensive players could react, Ribery passed the ball to the left of the court without even looking. Through these days of training, Ribery knew that Zhang Yang would definitely be near that position now.

Seeing that the ball was passed to Zhang Yang! The booing in the stadium immediately went to a higher level.

"The fans of Le Mans did a little too much today." French National Day commentator Thierry couldn't stand it anymore, "That boy is so pitiful."

Poor? He was booed by all the fans of the visiting team in his Ligue 1 debut. This is really unlucky. Those who are timid will even tremble their legs.

However, Zhang Yang definitely didn’t feel pitiful!

That is an idea that only the weak will have! He only had one idea in his mind, he wanted to make the Le Mans and the media raised by those dogs and girls pay the price! He slapped them hard!

Do you know my dream of football? Do you know how much I have paid for this? What qualifications do you have to say anything? What qualifications do you have to directly sentence me to death! What qualifications do you have to humiliate me!

Since you have done this!

Wait for punishment!

Amid the deafening booing from Le Mans fans, Zhang Yang received a pass from Ribery.

He calmly received the ball and turned around. No one came up to defend him. Yes, who would care about this first-time amateur player? This is the most accurate and beautiful one he has ever stopped the ball these days!

He dribbled the ball into the middle, but no one came up to press him.

He dribbled the ball in the frontcourt, but no one came up to guard him.

He looked at the direction of the goal, and Le Mans goalkeeper Bailey stood in front of the goal, and his position was slightly forward.

Maybe even this goalkeeper didn't take himself seriously!

Zhang Yang smiled with a smile on his face.

Seeing Zhang Yang laughing, Le Mans full-back Thomas felt a little confused.

"Isn't this kid stupid?" Then Thomas suddenly widened his eyes. He felt something was wrong and rushed forward!

It's too late!

I saw the football knocking forward slightly, and the left foot supported the body slightly leaning back. I swung my right leg, as if I was swinging it high, and the whip was swung hard. The whip fell down and a whip flower was thrown out! It turned into huge energy!

His right foot was thrust hard on the ball!

Far - Shoot!

The football flew towards the goal like a shell out of the barrel. The goalkeeper of Le Mans jumped high, but he only rushed to the wind brought by the football after it passed, behind him. The net was slammed!

"This is - gooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!" Thierry suddenly stared wide when Zhang Yang swung his foot to the goal. He felt that he might see something wonderful. Then when the ball hit the net, he shouted suddenly. "The ball has been scored! What a beautiful goal! An incredible long shot!"

The huge booing of the Dion Poly Stadium disappeared without a trace at this moment. Everyone was scared by this shot! The sarcasm and reporters who mocked Zhang Yang were also scared.

Only more than a thousand Marseille fans in the visiting stands burst into loud cheers after a second of silence.

In addition, Dion Poly Stadium is silent.

No, and the young man's almost crazy, hysterical roar.

This is his game!

You, everyone, said you have to pay the price!

This is just the beginning!

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Chapter completed!