Chapter 8: The Nail House of Marseille (3) ()

Yashioy's advice is simple.

Let Zhang Yang participate in the team's in-team competition and give Zhang Yang a chance. If it doesn't work, Zhang Yang will leave.

To show fairness, Yashioy said he would pass the ball to Zhang Yang in the confrontation match.

"I will pass the ball to that kid. As for whether he can receive the ball or whether he can score, I have nothing to do with him." Yashioi said with a proud look. He is very confident in his footwork.

Pierre thought about it and it was a way. Just do this, I hope this kid can surprise him. Fundamentally, Pierre still hopes that Zhang Yang can make his eyes shine. For him, discovering and discovering talented players is the greatest achievement and satisfaction.

"Young man, I decided to give you another chance! Let you prove that you have the strength to stay." Pierre looked at Zhang Yang and asked with a smile, "Don't be nervous, just perform normally."

Zhang Yang smiled, he felt like a fire burning in his chest. He knew that this was his last chance!

"Sir, if I can score a goal, can I stay?" he asked.

Pierre looked at Zhang Yang in surprise. He shook his head. He really didn't know where this kid's confidence came from. He was not optimistic about Zhang Yang. However, out of his persistent appreciation of this young man, he gave him a chance!

Seeing Pierre shake his head, Zhang Yang was anxious and thought the other party disagreed. Then his shoulder sank, and Pierre patted his shoulder, "As long as you can score a goal, you can stay! I am the head coach here! I have the final say!"

"Okay!" Zhang Yang smiled, "You will be proud of today's decision, sir."

When Pierre heard Zhang Yang say this, he laughed. No matter what, he admires the vitality and persistence of this young man! This seems to be different from the humility and shyness of the Chinese people he remembers.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, and he knew that this should be his last chance!

"Thank you." Zhang Yang found Yashioi. He had known for a while that Yashioi would pass the ball to him.

"No need to thank me." Yashioy looked at Zhang Yang with disdain, "I want you to give up early. I feel disgusted by your standing on the sidelines."

The smile on Zhang Yang's face disappeared. He was not the kind of person who had a hot face and cold butt. Since the other party had this attitude, he had no good expression!

"I don't like you either! Even though you will become my teammate in the future." Zhang Yang sneered.

So arrogant? Haha, wait! Yashioi was so angry, "Boy, I'm angry, you made Yashioi angry! You wait! But don't worry, I will pass the ball to you!"

Zhang Yang walked towards the frontcourt with an expressionless face.

The big guy Louis leaned over yesterday and grinned at Zhang Yang, "Boy, remember, they all called me Little Tulam."

Louis was a black man and looked white. As the guy opened his mouth, Zhang Yang immediately smelled the bad breath that was spraying.

"Hello, Turam, little. My friends call me Ronaldo, little."

Little Tulam's face became stiff. Zhang Yang heard him curse at France, and he held back and did not take action.

This is a specially arranged 15-minute confrontation.

According to the arrangement, Zhang Yang appeared on the main side. Yashioi was responsible for passing the ball to him. Moreover, at this time, the players on the substitute also understood the meaning of this confrontation, which was to test Zhang Yang's strength. In other words, they would be fine when defending, and even just defend Zhang Yang.

This made the players on the bench feel boring. In their opinion, this is simply a killer. However, he still took the initiative to treat it. The head coach was watching from the sidelines. If he was facing this guy with poor strength, he would wait to be scolded. Especially the first team head coach Fernandez was also on the sidelines.

Zhang Yang saw that No. 8 player Thomas Druda intercepted the ball from the opponent's feet, and he passed the ball to Yashioi.

He began to intersperse in the frontcourt, looking for opportunities. He knew that Yashioyi's next step was to pass the ball, but it was unclear what kind of pass it was, whether it was a high ball or a ground ball, or something else.

Yashioi did not pass the ball immediately. He passed the ball beautifully after passing the player who came to defend.

This is a half-high ball, flying into the penalty area accurately.

Zhang Yang started to start almost the moment Yaxioi passed the ball, which made Luis, who was defending him, quickly follow him. Through yesterday's trial training, he could see that this kid's start speed was quite fast!

The ball falls down! Falls down.

Zhang Yang's eyes widened. He was ready. Considering the interference of Louis behind him, he planned to volley.

He stretched out his right leg and was about to contact the falling ball. However, Zhang Yang felt that someone had hit him from behind and immediately lost his center of gravity. The quality of this shot was imaginable. The ball flew straight into the air. Zhang Yang himself also fell to the ground with a snap.

"Boy, you're going to hit the plane!"

"Be careful that the Aviation Administration of China accuses you, haha."

"You've committed a foul!" Zhang Yang sat on the ground and roared at Louis. When he was about to shoot, Louis behind him pushed him.

Louis shrugged disdainfully, shook his head, but said nothing.

Zhang Yang heard the ridicule and felt the opponent's disdain and pride. He did not fall to the ground to complain. He knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless, and this did not mean that the opponent deliberately targeted him. As long as this small move was not discovered by the referee, it was also allowed by the rules. As a shooter, you must face it!

Now, instead of competing with this big man, it is better to seize the time to usher in the next attack! His time is only fifteen minutes! To be precise, there are only twelve or three minutes left!

He grabbed a handful of grass and climbed up from the ground again. He fell down, what are you afraid of! Just stand up!

"Come again!" he raised his hand and shouted at Yashioi.

Yashioy whistled indifferently. If you want the ball, I will pass the ball. He is waiting to see Zhang Yang admit defeat and leave the training ground in shame. This confrontation was proposed by him, and he himself has a game attitude! He doesn't think Zhang Yang can score.

"Continue! Pass the ball!" Zhang Yang raised his hand and shouted loudly.

The others looked at Yashioi and he had to shrugge, meaning to continue.

This time, even other defensive players did not come up to intercept Yashioi. After Yashioi received a pass from his teammate, he did not play tricks anymore. He looked at the front of him and the possible running position, and then started to pass the football forward again.

This time, Zhang Yang stopped the ball in his chest and wanted to stop the ball and shoot again, but it exposed his rough technique. After the stop was too big, the ball was relieved by Louis who rushed over.

Time passed by minute by minute. In everyone's eyes, Zhang Yang was completely a clown who was trying to be strong and persistent, struggling dyingly!

Some people suggest that youth team head coach Pierre can end this match early.

"Hardick, I think it's over. That kid is obviously not strong."

"Yes, his speed is good, but only speed is not good." Another coach echoed. In his opinion, Pierre had a brain cramp today and agreed to give that kid a chance.

"Look at it again." Pierre said expressionlessly. He promised to give Zhang Yang 15 minutes, and he would give him 15 minutes. Pierre's grandmother was a German, and he had German blood on his body, which seemed to explain that he had the unique rigor and seriousness of the Germans when doing things.

Zhang Yang on the field fell to the ground again. This time he sprinted to the landing point of the ball. After stopping the ball, he was about to drive the ball forward, but was knocked to the ground by Louis. Louis tackled the ball first and did not commit a foul.

"The technique is too bad." Fernandez on the sidelines shook his head. A truly excellent shooter can make a delayed action while stopping the ball. The more coherent the whole action is, the more beneficial it will be for the next shot or pass. Obviously, a rough guy like Zhang Yang is not good.

It is October, and winter in Europe is coming, but Marseille is close to the Mediterranean. The temperature is still relatively high and the sun is not bad. However, the wind is relatively strong.

Zhang Yang lay on the ground, breathing heavily, with a faint salty sea breeze forming a sharp contrast with the dry and cold air in his hometown.

He was a little homesick.

Perhaps my decision this time was wrong. This time I was a gambling, a gambling for my future. Now it seems that I will lose! Perhaps, as those people said when I was rejected countless times, I am really not suitable for playing football?

From childhood to adulthood, this stubborn boy had a slight doubt on his talent and ability for the first time!

However, this self-denial only flashed through his mind. He thought of his hard work over the years, his family's care and expectations, and everything his brothers did for him!

Zhang Yang! You are just a coward! Everything is not over yet! Have you given up on your own?

You coward!

He gritted his teeth and murmured to himself!

Never give up!

Never give in!

Zhang Yang jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, and he pounded his chest hard and shouted, "Come on! Zhang Yang! Come on!"

In this strange country, at this moment, he cheers himself up! He encourages himself! Zhang Yang, you are not fighting alone!

Zhang Yang looked at the people around him, waved his arms vigorously, ignoring everyone's surprise or disdainful eyes, and shouted at Yashioi, "Continue! Hurry up!"

Yaxioi stared at the guy in front of him in a daze. He couldn't imagine why this guy could still stand up and ask for the ball with such confidence. What did he think! He really had so confidence in himself!

Where did his confidence come from?
Chapter completed!