At the end of the first half, Marseille fell behind Aussel 1:2 at home, and their only goal was scored by penalty kicks.

Zhang Yang walked towards the player corridor with a heavy expression, and the camera was aiming at his face, as if he wanted to capture some information from the young man's facial expression.

"Marseille fell behind Ausselle 1:2. During the break, Fernandez needed to make adjustments, but he didn't know if he would continue to give Zhang Yang a chance. In the first half, Zhang Yang had not many opportunities, and he also politely declined the opportunity given to him by his teammates to take the penalty. Obviously, he hoped to score a dignified goal to prove himself. In the second half, I hope to see Zhang Yang on the court. In fact, we want to tell Zhang Yang that you are not lonely. There are countless domestic fans behind you who are supporting you." He Wei said emotionally. As a commentator, a Chinese commentator, he was still very excited to see the struggle of Chinese players in the five major leagues he explained. He cheered for him when he performed well, and everyone was anxious about him when he performed poorly.

"Isn't this little bastard just not scored a goal? As for that heavy? It's like a dead dad." Looking at the ugly expression on the TV screen, Zhang Guodong cursed angrily, "If you want to fight for a sigh, the second half will be held."

"Damn old man, what did you say? Is there anyone who speaks like you?" Zhang's mother glared at her husband angrily.

Zhang Dahai, his fiancée Tang Li, and Li Qiang and others were all laughing. Thank you so much.

"That's true for Zhang Yang. Why didn't he give the penalty in the first half? Otherwise, he would have scored a goal." Sier said regretfully.

"You know, this is the backbone of the singularity. The duel between experts is the momentum." Li Qiang retorted.

"Come on, you have read too many martial arts novels."

"Ha ha."

"I hope Zhang Yang can perform well in the second half."

"Oh, yes."

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Back to the Villoadham Stadium.

Home team locker room.

Through a wall, Marseille players could clearly hear the laughter of the Aussels. They knew why the Aussels were laughing. They scored again in the last moment of the first half, and the Aussels took the lead, so they were naturally very happy.

But this laughter, to Marseille players, was so harsh - it made them unhappy and very unhappy.

"Mom's! Mom's!!" Zhang Yang, who was almost inaction in the first half, kicked the wall angrily. When he left the field just now, he was holding back the depression and anger. He didn't want the camera to capture his frustrated expression. When he returned to the locker room, his anger exploded uncontrollably. The reason why he was angry was that his performance was too bad.

"Don't vent your extra energy on the wall." A cold voice came from behind.

Zhang Yang turned around and saw Fernandez's angry face. Zhang Yang shrank his neck. This was the first time he saw Fernandez getting angry at him.

"The coach must be very dissatisfied with his performance." Zhang Yang thought to himself. He was worried that he would be replaced. He suddenly felt even more depressed.

The goal behind Auxerre in the first half made many Marseille players very upset, and they vented their dissatisfaction in the locker room.

"The Aussels are so shameless, they are simply shrunk turtles."

"Yes, why don't they send out a 5-5-0 formation?"

"The team that is still ranked second, really has no pursuit."

A group of people said angrily that they were very dissatisfied with Ausselle's shrinking defensive tactics after leading the game, and believed that Ausselle was not worthy of the second place in the standings.

When Fernandez followed Zhang Yang in, everyone was still talking indignantly. He did not notice the head coach coming in at all.

As the players talked, they really attributed the opponent's "despicable" tactic of defending the whole line, but they chose to forget about their own defense issues and the team's offense issues.

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"Shhh-The coach is here." Someone saw Fernandez and reminded everyone.

Only then did everyone see Fernandez with an angry face, it was obvious that the head coach was in a bad mood, and they all shut up tactfully.

"I reminded you before the game? Remember what I said!" After looking around the locker room, Fernandez asked with a stern face. "I've said a long time ago what kind of team Ausserre is. Can anyone tell me what I said at that time?"

Naturally no one was talking at this time.

Fernandez suddenly raised the volume, "I have said a long time ago that Ausselle is a team that pays great attention to defense. Just look at their goals conceded so far this season, so you should have been prepared for a tough battle. Although the goal conceding at the opening game was surprising, this should not be a reason for you to forgive yourself."

"Have you never experienced such a game that was behind in the beginning in your career? Have you never encountered a team that was fully defending? Do you want to tell me that such games need to be given up in advance?"

Fernandez's voice became louder and louder, and he slapped the table with a bang. This made many people's hearts jump. The old coach rarely showed such anger. Some people immediately thought that it must be the words they said just now that Fernandez heard it, so the old coach was so angry.

"Do you think you have found a reason to fall behind in the score? You have found a reason to lose the game. The reason is that you are not strong enough, your opponent is too despicable, your opponent is a turtle with a head-reducing turtle!"

Now, everyone knows the reason for the head coach's anger, because the players' unmoving complaints! That's all!

As Fernandez asked loudly, the Marseille players slowly lowered their heads.

"In the first half, I know you all want to help Zhang score, but don't be so stubborn, you can try other offensive routines."

Zhang Yang did not look up, he clenched his fists. Fernandez's words only reminded him that his teammates were very interested in the first half of the game and would pass the ball to him whenever he had the chance. This was even a reason for the Marseille team's poor offense to a certain extent, because Zhang Yang's performance was really bad.

Zhang Yang suddenly felt even more uncomfortable. When the team needed to score, he not only failed to score, but also seemed to be dragging down the team.

"Are you men?" Fernandez asked, "Men must keep their promises! They must do what they promised! I agree with you if you want to help Zhang score, but you have to use your brain on the court. Is Aussel's defense really so impeccable?! You fools!"

Everyone looked up and looked at Fernandez.

Zhang Yang also looked up at the head coach. He thought he was going to be substituted, but after hearing what Fernandez meant, he would still be on the court.

He clenched his fists secretly, saying that he must score goals and worked harder to find a goal opportunity. However, as the head coach said, you have to use your brain to play football, and you have to think about it carefully.

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Fernandez drew on the tactical board: "I believe you all see that Serroo is Ausser's offensive core. Pay attention to his position. Wherever he goes means which side Ausser's offensive focus is. So our defense focus should be on this person. If you limit him, Ausser's counterattack and attack will be silent, and the danger of the defense line will be brutally stifled in the bud, and our offense will be more handy."

Fernandez glanced at Zhang Yang: "Zhang, you are ahead in the second half, and you don't need to return to defense. Your task is to seize every opportunity to attack and strive for goals."

Fernandez thought about it and still put pressure on this kid. Although he knew that this kid would definitely put pressure on himself, Fernandez felt that it was not enough. He also knew Zhang Yang. Never worry that this young man was under too much pressure. All you have to do is to put pressure on him.

Zhang Yang should be grateful to his first head coach in his career. As Fernandez, who is good at cultivating young people, he has indeed helped Zhang Yang's growth a lot. This gentleman knows how to inspire all the potential of a young person, grasp the character of his players, and be good at using it, is a good coach.

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"I want to tell you, I will give you twenty minutes in the second half. If your performance still doesn't satisfy me, I will replace you without hesitation." Fernandez said in his eyes.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, he just nodded vigorously.

He is a forward. The forward's performance is only one measure, that is, scoring a goal! That is to say, he must score a goal in these twenty minutes!

Is this a very difficult task? To outsiders, it is indeed the case, and the performance of the banshee is there.

At this time, I'm afraid no one will believe that he can score a hat trick! Zhang Yang sat there thinking. Speaking of which, if he scored a hat trick, he would have to score at least fifteen minutes in the second half. This is even more demanding than the coach setting himself twenty minutes.

Zhang Yang lifted up his jersey, glanced at his T-shirt, and looked at the words on it, but his teeth creaked.

This is the real worst battle! Don’t give up until the end!

Then, Fernandez began to make tactical adjustments to the second half.

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On the other side, in the locker room of the visiting team where Ausselle is located. After praising the team's performance in the first half, Ausselle head coach Santini also made arrangements for the second half: "In the second half, our tactics are still defensive counterattacks. If you have the opportunity, you should fight back. If you don't have the opportunity, don't take risks. Our task is to win. 2:1 and 3:1 are the same for us. Our task is to score three points."
Chapter completed!