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Zhang Yang followed Pierre's butt and walked towards the coach's office. On the way, he met Louis and Yacioi who had already changed their jerseys and walked towards the training ground. The two guys laughed when they saw Zhang Yang's dejected look.

Zhang Yang made a lip pose, be careful that I report and expose you both.

These two guys quickly made a plea for mercy. Zhang Yang then chuckled proudly.

"What are you laughing at?" Pierre asked suddenly.

"Uh, the weather is very good today, I'm very happy." Zhang Yang said quickly.

Pierre looked up at the sky, it was gloomy, as if it was going to rain. He glared at Zhang Yang fiercely, but he felt a little disappointed in his heart, thinking that this naughty boy would not be able to see him soon.

When he arrived at the youth team head coach's office, Zhang Yang wanted to explain the story of the can of beer, but when he saw Pierre looking at him, he sighed first, and then laughed.

"Okay, boy, I'm not interested in your can of beer."

If he was not interested in that can of beer, what would he be interested in? Zhang Yang's chrysanthemum tightened, and his great evil taste made him cold. However, Pierre's next words made him happy physically and mentally, as if he was floating in the sky.

Instead of continuing to get involved in drinking, Pierre patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and said, "From today on, you won't have to train on the youth team."

"Where do you go? Coach, do you think it's? First team?" Zhang Yang was stunned, and then he asked a little stutter. Of course, he would not be foolish to think that he was fired by the Marseille youth team. He had been working very hard and did not make any discipline mistakes. Moreover, he just performed well in his debut in the Youth League yesterday, so he naturally would not be cleaned... But Zhang Yang was still a little unbelievable that he would be transferred to the first team so soon. After all, this was too fast, it was too magical.

"Yes, don't be stunned, Fernandez lets you go." Pierre patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, and he told Zhang Yang clearly that you heard it right, the first team asked you to go!

Zhang Yang was so excited that he almost jumped up and hugged Pierre and kissed him. He was so excited that he was a great surprise for him, no less than winning the lottery. No, he was even more surprised than winning the lottery. This kind of surprise obtained by working hard for him is the happiest feeling.

Looking at Zhang Yang's excited look, she couldn't wait, Pierre said angrily, "Can the youth team stay there for a moment?"

"Where is there? There is nothing. This place is pretty good, I like it." Zhang Yang said with a chuckle.

"Get out, hurry up and report to the first team." Pierre kicked Zhang Yang, "Get out quickly. Go to the locker room to pack your things." Pierre thought for a while, then waved his hand, "Go to the first team to report directly, there are everything there."

"Yeah, OK, OK, I get it, coach... me." Zhang Yang suddenly came up and hugged Pierre. He said in the old man's ear, "Thank you, coach."

"Go." Pierre said patting Chang Yang's shoulder.

Zhang Yang bowed slightly to Pierre again before turning around and walking away.

When Pierre looked at the young man's back, he felt that some treasure had been taken away. These days he completely believed Fernandez's words. This young man will one day surprise everyone. More importantly, Zhang Yang's love and attitude towards football made Pierre most pleased.

Zhang Yang still went back to the locker room. Although there was nothing to bring, he wanted to say goodbye to his teammates, including Louis and Yaxioi. This is not a show-off. Although he has only been together for a week, as a young man who also pursues his football dream, he always has some common language. Of course, Louis and Yaxioi are his friends, so there is no need to say this.

After coming out of the locker room, Zhang Yang carried his sneakers and prepared to go to the first team's training ground. In fact, the first team's training ground was not far from the youth team's training ground. It took only ten minutes to walk there.

Thinking of his teammates envious of him and even a little jealous of his eyes, Zhang Yang said that he was not secretly happy. He was happy and proud now. He might have been a little bit successful when he said he was young, but he was still a little frivolous.

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When Zhang Yang heard someone calling him, he turned his head to look and saw that it was Mark Levi, the goalkeeper coach and assistant coach of the youth team. This is also the special feature of the Marseille youth team. The goalkeeper coach is also the job of assistant coach. Of course, the assistant coach is not just Mark Levi.

Zhang Yang still has some understanding of Marklevi. Marklevi entered the Marseille youth training camp in 1974 and was a star produced by the Marseille youth training camp. He dedicated his best years to the darkest period in club history - the early and mid-1980s.

"Good morning, Mr. Levi." Zhang Yang said.

"Congratulations, Zhang." Mark Levi patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder. He admired Zhang Yang, admired the young man's hard work and unyielding spirit. He felt that Zhang Yang had the sharpness of their generation of Marseille players!

"Thank you, Mr. Levi." Zhang Yang smiled, and the corner of his mouth was still unconcealed with joy.

"We have to cheer up when we get to the first team," Mark Levi encouraged.

"I will." Zhang Yang expressed his opinion. He suddenly remembered a question that had troubled him for a long time. He knew that Mark Levi was an old man in the Marseille team. He asked, "Mr. Levi, what do minits mean?"

When Mark Levi's eyes lit up immediately when he heard Zhang Yang say the word "minots". He glanced at Zhang Yang deeply and smiled, "You are minor."

"I'm just minor?" Zhang Yang didn't understand.

Seeing that Zhang Yang didn't understand, Mark Levi patted the turf in the training ground and sat down. Seeing that Zhang Yang was still stunned and glared.

Zhang Yang smiled bitterly. Although he was anxious to report to the first team, he knew the youth team coach Mark Levi's violent temper, so he could only sit down reluctantly and listen to Mark Levi's lecture. He regretted that he had just asked that question. Isn't he asking for trouble?

"Do you know what happened to the club in the 1980 season?" Mark Levi asked, as if he was talking to himself. Zhang Yang didn't say anything. He listened absent-mindedly. His mind was on the first team at this moment. Please, let me go quickly, the first team still needs me to save it. Zhang Yang wanted to shout loudly.

In 1980, the Marseille club was relegated. A year later, the club was prosecuted for financial problems, and all players and club employees were unemployed overnight. The club's senior management, who was struggling in the French Ligue 2, made a decision to promote the youth team members to the first team.

"I was also promoted to the first team with the youth team at that time." Mark Levi said with a look of memories and pride. "We are called the minors of Marseille. In southern France, people call young people minors. We all came from the Marseille youth training camp. In order to keep Marseille and prevent the club from disappearing from then on, we worked hard."

The "disappearance" that Levi mentioned was to fall into the C League. It was precisely through the efforts of these young people that Marseille saved his place in the second division with an unbeaten record in the last six games of that season. They even defeated Montpellier, who advanced to Ligue 1 after the end of that season. Among those young people at that time, there was Anigo, who is now the director of Marseille sporting director.

"We will always remember that period of struggle together. In the end, it was also a team with our young people as the team, plus a few players who bought later, that we finally returned to Ligue 1." Speaking of this, Mark Levi's fists were clenched tightly.

Zhang Yang's face, who was originally absent-minded, also had a serious expression of listening. Although he had not experienced that dark and struggle history, Zhang Yang could feel the exciting struggle from Mark Levi's excitement. This is a kind of love for football, love for the team, responsibility for the collective, and the infectiousness brought by!

Mark Levi continued, "As a player, I stayed in Marseille from 1974 to 1986, and later returned to the club as a goalkeeper coach. Together, I spent more than 30 years at Marseille club."

In 1994, the glorious Marseille was demoted to Class B due to a counterfeit. It was also this year that Mark Levi returned to Marseille as a goalkeeper coach.

"At that time, the club called me and asked me to go back and help. At that time, the team urgently needed experienced people to manage the goalkeeper's affairs, so they thought of me. Moreover, in my heart, Marseille has always been my club, and some things are unshirkable. After all, this is not another club, this is my Marseille." He said with a smile. "I found that my identity in Marseille always seems to be a firefighter, and people always ask me to help. And I always say yes, because I can't watch Marseille suffer."

Zhang Yang saw that Mark Levi’s eyes were a little red, and he was stunned. He remembered that this was an absolute tough guy!

"Do you know in my memory, which one of the most memorable games I have experienced in Marseille over the past 30 years?"

Zhang Yang shook his head. He didn't know, but he could imagine that it would make Mark Levi, who has played for the team for more than 30 years, remember it deeply, and it must be so exciting! It makes people excited!

"That was the match between Ligue 1 and Montpellier in the 19981999 season." Mark Levi said proudly, "At that time, I was the goalkeeper coach in the first team of Marseille. We fell behind 0-4 in the first half, and then at the end of the game, we won 5-4. This is Marseille, and this is the magic of this club."

Zhang Yang's face also had an excited expression, and he actually felt a sense of pride in his heart. This is the team he played for!

Mark Levi stood up and patted his butt.

Zhang Yang also stood up and patted his butt.

"Zhang, I can see that you are a natural warrior, very competitive and demand your own progress every moment. You long to make yourself very strong, and I believe that as long as you work hard enough, you can do it." Mark Levi stared at Zhang Yang's eyes, "After you arrive at the first team, don't relax your requirements for yourself. I hope you can become a real minor! Just like we did back then!" Mark Levi said with a proud and expectant smile.

Zhang Yang looked at Mark Levi. The image of this old man who had been silently dedicated to the team for more than 30 years has become taller in his eyes. Not only Mark Levi's love for the Marseille club, but also Mark Levi's encouragement and teaching for him. Mark Levi did this because of the old man's love for Marseille. As Mark Levi said, because this is his Marseille, he cannot ignore it.
Chapter completed!