Chapter 27 Frank Ribery

Zhang Yang was standing in the locker room corridor of the Marseille first team with his sneakers in his arms. He suddenly felt a little nervous. As long as he opened the door, he would be the Marseille first team. Are he the first team player of this French Ligue 1 giant team?

Zhang Yang suddenly felt a little scared. He didn't know what he would face when he opened the door? How would these first-team big names treat him? Are they easy to get along with? Will they be arrogant? Can he gain a foothold in the first-team team full of talents?

The greater the expectations and the more you think, his heart began to feel a little upset.

Zhang Yang didn't know that he had to go to the head coach Fernandez first, and then Fernandez personally or arranged a coach to take him to the locker room, and then introduced Zhang Yang to other first-team players. In fact, this is the routine for every player to come to the new team. Zhang Yang didn't know that, whether it was the youth team head coach Pierre or the youth team assistant coach Mark Levi thought he would go to the Fernandez himself, and felt that there was no need to explain these things.

That's it. Zhang Yang didn't know. Others thought Zhang Yang knew, which caused this situation.

Zhang Yang finally understood a little. He realized that it was not the same thing that he came to the locker room alone to report. He should have arranged for him to bring him here. Zhang Yang suddenly felt that Fernandez might just ask him to count, and he seemed to be dispensable.

Ribery chewed gum in her mouth, humming the song of her hometown, her eyes narrowed, her face with a smile and a little surprised. He had noticed the boy for several minutes. The boy stood outside the locker room like that, stretched out his hand as if he was about to push open the door of the locker room, but seemed to hesitate for a moment, retracted his hand, then raised his hand again, but withdrew it back.

He watched all this with interest. He had never seen this big boy before. Ribery swore that if he had seen this person, he would never forget it. Dongfang Kong was still quite impressive.

Who is this? What are you doing here? How could he come outside the locker room? Is he a new player? It is unlikely, why is there no Mr. Fernandez accompanied?

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind. He was afraid of a bird. Could it be that those big-name players are three heads and six arms? He is too timid!

He raised his hand and was about to push open the door of the locker room. But suddenly he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Hi, boy." Ribery suddenly shouted.

Zhang Yang was concentrating on his mind and was about to push the door open and go in. He suddenly heard the shouts behind him. He was startled, and then he turned his head to look and was stunned. If it weren't for the day, he might have been shocked again. Why? Because the person in front of him looked so terrifying, there was a scar on his right cheek extending from his forehead to the person's lips, which made the person in front of him look a little scary.

Ribery looked at Zhang Yang's shocked expression and didn't care. In so many years, many people have seen the scars on their faces for the first time. They all have this expression, and he has become accustomed to it.

"Who are you?" Ribery asked again with her head tilted.

Zhang Yang looked at the guy in front of him with his head tilted, a little squirting, and a scarred scar on his face. He was thinking, is this the first team player of Marseille? It’s not a fool’s nest.

Seeing Zhang Yang not speaking, Ribery frowned and raised his voice, "Hey, boy, who are you? Why are you here?"

Zhang Yang admires Ribery more. Ribery's success was once his motivation and role model, but he has never seen Ribery's photos.

He didn't know that the one in front of him was Ribery.

Ribery's words were filled with a strong hometown accent, and his speaking speed was extremely fast. The flamboyant subject-predicate object French was not good at dealing with Ribery's slang French, and he couldn't understand it.

However, Zhang Yang guessed that the other party should be asking who he was.

"Zhang Yang, Chinese." Zhang Yang pointed at himself and said.

Ribery shook his head, not knowing whether he understood Zhang Yang's words. He mumbled again. Zhang Yang was completely overwhelmed. He looked at the scar face that seemed very anxious in front of him, and could only smile and shook his shoulders and shake his head to indicate that he didn't understand.

At this time, assistant coach Hiltony happened to come to the players' locker room. He saw Ribery talking with anxiety and talking something. Then he saw a confused look on his face. Hiltony was stunned. Shouldn't this kid be in Fernandez's office? When did he come to the locker room?

"Zhang, have you ever met Fernandez?" Hiltney asked Zhang Yang as he walked over.

Zhang Yang saw Hilton and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew Hilton. After the youth league with Paris Saint-Germain, he was surrounded by reporters during an interview. When he saw Hilton with Fernandez, he later asked Yacioy who was the man, and the latter told him about Hilton's identity.

"Not yet!" Zhang Yang shook his head, no one informed him to see Fernandez.

Hiltney was speechless. He looked at the boy in front of him. He couldn't have come to the locker room like this, but he guessed that this should be the case when he looked at Zhang Yang's expression.

At this time, Ribery saw Hiltney and started talking nonstop again, pointing at Zhang Yang while talking, and was spitting everywhere.

Hiltney wiped off Ribery's saliva that splashed on his nose and smiled bitterly. The accent of this guy from Bren, the most broken town in France, was so strange that even Hiltney could only understand part of it.

"Okay, Frank, I understand what's going on." Hiltney waved his hand, "You're weird when you see this kid standing here, so come up and ask, is that happening?"

Ribery talked a lot again.

Hiltney waved his hand quickly, "Okay, Frank, I understand what's going on." He pointed to Zhang Yang, who was stunned on the side, and said to Ribery, "Frank, this is your new teammate, Zhang from the distant and mysterious China."

Ribery suddenly became happy when he heard Hiltney say this. He came up and hugged Zhang Yang. It seemed like a machine gun was fired, and Zhang Yang was spitting out saliva on his face.

Zhang Yang was scrambling the saliva on his face in a hurry. Is this guy crazy? Can anyone tell me what's going on?

Finally, Ribery saw Zhang Yang resisting vigorously, and then she smiled and let go of Zhang Yang. However, he patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and his mouth was still quarrel.

Zhang Yang looked at the assistant coach Hiltney pitifully, who shrugged and said, "He said he was so excited. He had never had teammates from China. He asked you, did giant pandas really grow up eating bamboo? Do they don't eat meat? Is the Great Wall really 10,000 kilometers? Are bicycles everywhere in China? Are you good at playing table tennis? Is Beijing roast duck delicious? Is Yao Ming really that tall?"

It's really hard for Hiltney. This time he could understand the probability of what Ribery said.

Zhang Yang was completely stunned. What is this? Is this his teammate? Why is it like a curious baby? What exactly is this scarface’s mind? Why are there 100,000?

Zhang Yang subconsciously wiped his face again, and he must wash his face well after a while. He looked at Hiltney, "Coach, is he?"

"Don't you know who he is?" Hiltney looked at Zhang Yang strangely. Seeing the two of them chatting just now, he thought Zhang Yang was a admirer of Ribery.

At this time, without Hiltney's introduction, Ribery took his right hand away from Zhang Yang's shoulder and reached in front of Zhang Yang. "Hello, Chinese, I'm Frank Ribery."

This time, Ribery seemed to know that he was speaking quickly and spoke very slowly. Zhang Yang finally understood this kid, and then he was shocked.

"Are you Frank Ribery?" Zhang Yang asked with wide eyes.

"That's right."

"I mean, you are Frank Ribery?" Zhang Yang asked anxiously and narrowed his eyes.

"It's like a fake one." Ribery shrugged.

Zhang Yang touched his forehead, and he felt a huge and majestic statue in front of him fell down... Then, he stood up again, a huge scarred face was staring at him, "Come on, baby. I will introduce these guys to you." As he said that, Ribery pushed open the door of the locker room, and then turned his head and smiled at Hilteny with a cracked mouth, "Coach, I'll leave the giant panda to me, don't worry."

"Wait--" Hiltney was shocked and wanted to say something, but he saw Ribery almost dragging Zhang Yang into the locker room, and then the door of the locker room closed with a snap.

Hiltney stood outside the locker room with a strange expression, but he did not push the door open, but shook his head and walked away. I wonder if this Chinese boy was lucky or unfortunate to be taken by Ribery like this? However, he was too lazy to pay attention to it. Anyway, someone brought this boy in, so he would have ignored it. He was not so optimistic about Zhang Yang. If it weren't for the fact that the first team was indeed insufficient in front line, he would have tried his best to dissuade Fernandez from recruiting this boy into the first team.

"Let me go." Zhang Yang struggled.

Ribery seemed to have heard it and still did not let go.

"Let go, you guys." Zhang Yang screamed.

Ribery suddenly let go and patted Zhang Yang's shoulder hard. Although Ribery was not tall and didn't look strong, her hand was quite strong.

"Why are you photographing me?" Zhang Yang was a little frustrated by him and asked a little angry.

Ribery, who was warm and looked at him, didn't even look at him. He turned his head, faced everyone with a fierce clapping hand.

Slap sex.

This attracted everyone's attention. In fact, the movements of the two of them just now have attracted the attention of many people, and they all watched them.

"Hehe, I said, guys, we have new teammates. He comes from far away China. Yes, it's the mysterious and ancient China, the country with giant pandas. The Great Wall of their country is very long. Have you ever eaten Chinese food? It's simply a delicious food in the world. I swear I must go to China in my life. The place is amazing. Their basketball is good and there is a big man. I don't know that their football is OK, but it doesn't matter. We have this new teammate now, haha." As he said that, he clapped his hands happily, trying to continue saying something, but he uh, then turned his head to look at Zhang Yang with a stunned face, "By the way, what's your name?"
Chapter completed!