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Marseille, France.

Zhang Yang fell on the lawn again, this time he fell more miserably than any other time. The big man with Louis on the back of the jersey was obviously doing it on purpose this time.

That's right, Louis just wanted to give this guy who didn't know how to be tall and thick, and told him that not everyone has the ability to come in with a wealthy team like the Marseille!

With his left hand on the ground, Zhang Yang half-kneeled on the ground, looked at Louis coldly, grabbed a handful of grass, and stood up.

A burst of ridicule came from the sidelines. Obviously, it was a very enjoyable thing to have fun while being boring in training.

"Maybe we should thank this kid for the joy he brought to us." Someone said with a whistle.

The scene was immediately laughing and very happy.

Half an hour ago.

God only knew where this kid from Dongfang Kong came from. The kid came to the training ground of the Marseille youth team with a backpack on his back and said he was here to try out.

"Japanese? Korean? Chinese?" The head coach of the youth team, Pierre, was obviously stunned when he saw Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's face was full of tension. He was afraid that he would be rejected directly like the many times before. He had been in France for nearly two months. He had been running for almost ten teams. However, when the other party almost shook his head when he heard that he was from China, he would shake his head directly. Occasionally, there were a few who were still a little interested. However, when they asked Zhang Yang, "How many games have he played in the top Chinese league? How many goals have he scored? Has he ever been selected for the national team?" These questions, I heard that Zhang Yang was just a player of a youth team and had never even played professional games. He immediately looked disdainful on his face, and he drove him away impatiently.

That's right, it just bombarded him, like a beggar. Maybe, in their eyes, this young man from the football desert is a beggar! Faced with Zhang Yang who came to the door, they thought they were God!

The school where Zhang Yang studied abroad was not in Marseille, but in a university near Lyon. When he arrived at the school, he completed the admission procedures. After only a few days of classes, Zhang Yang, who had been impatient, started to recommend himself around the center with Lyon. What was the result? He almost encountered a wall everywhere.

This time, coming to the Marseille team was Zhang Yang's last life-saving straw.

He will never forget that when he recommended the first team Lyon, the coach looked at him with contempt and what he said!

The fat coach with gold-rimmed glasses always shook his head and looked disdainful, no matter what Zhang Yang said. That expression showed that in his eyes, Zhang Yang was a clown. That arrogant expression showed how proud this person was, because he only needed one sentence to dominate Zhang Yang's destiny at this moment! At least, this was what the coach of the Lyon team thought at that time.

"Ha, you think you can help Lyon? Haha, this is the biggest joke I have ever heard in my life, boy..."

"Have you ever played professional football in China? Look, you don't even have any touching me and think that Lyon will open the door to you? Sorry, today is not April Fool's Day."

"Haha, sorry boy, I don't mean anything else, just, this is really. Are you sure you know what kind of team we are? As the defending Ligue 1 champion Lyon... you think you are Ronaldo... Sorry, I don't mean anything else, just... haha, it's so funny.

"Thank you, the boy from the mysterious East, you made me very happy. Haha."

Zhang Yang really wanted to beat the coach of the Lyon team at that time. He clenched his fists, but he held back. He was locked up in the police station. He was likely to be expelled from the school and then deported. The French government and people are not as friendly to the Chinese people as he heard in the country. Many French policemen responded to great prejudice and discrimination against the Chinese.

Well, the old imperialist country is willing to destroy me! At least, Zhang Yang felt that they were not as friendly to the Chinese as they were.

After being rejected by several Ligue 1 teams again and again, Zhang Yang became more pragmatic. He began to turn his target to some low-level league teams, but he still encountered walls everywhere. When he arrived at the mainstream European football community, he realized how leading the football is. This kind of leadership is not the cold data in the national team ranking, but is within reach. Even low-level league teams have their own stadiums, training bases, complete league physiques, and enthusiastic fans... and the strength of those players is indeed pretty good.

However, Zhang Yang did not give up. In fact, this time he was completely desperate. He knew that this was his last chance to continue his football dream. If he didn't succeed this time, he would never want to play football in his life and say goodbye to that green field forever!

After being rejected by a French League Two team a few days ago, Zhang Yang felt depressed, his mind became hot, and he made a bold decision. He wanted to go to Marseille to recommend himself. Marseille was his initial goal, but after he hit a wall, he began to lower his target requirements and did not go to this wealthy team, because he could guess that it would definitely be rejected. However, this time, Zhang Yang was willing to do so. At worst, he could be rejected and humiliated again! Go and try it!

Then, he came to the training base of the Marseille youth team and found Pierre, the head coach of the Marseille youth team.

In fact, Zhang Yang's ups and downs after coming to France for nearly two months have gained something for him. At least, in the past two months, in order to communicate with the French, he almost desperately tried to learn some French. He was like a dry sponge, desperately absorbing all the water, whether it was dirty or clean. So although his current French speaking is not good, at least he can speak slowly and communicate more slowly.

Of course, France's national swearing Zhang Yang has also learned a lot.

In the eyes of these young players, the youth team head coach Pierre is really a good-tempered person and actually promised to give this kid a chance. God, this is a kid with no professional game experience!

In the eyes of the players of the Marseille youth team, this is a waste of time. Well, this is also a disrespect for them. Can the Marseille team be even a cat or a dog? If the Marseille team is so easy to come in, then what are these people?

Many people are gloating and waiting to see jokes.

What was the result? Obviously, this boy from China was not successful.

Pierre gave Zhang Yang fifteen minutes. After seeing Zhang Yang's performance, his eyes lit up first. Well, this kid is at a good speed, but then he shook his head. Zhang Yang had nothing to shine in addition to his fast speed. Perhaps Zhang Yang's shooting skills are the best among the youth teams of the half-team team of the Chinese Super League, but it is really bad in Pierre's eyes. Such shooting skills are all captured in the French low-level league.

Pierre told Zhang Yang bluntly that his strength did not meet the requirements of the Marseille team.

Zhang Yang nodded expressionlessly. He had long been accustomed to such a result.

However, he still squeezed out a little smile and expressed his gratitude to Pierre. After all, Pierre was the first coach to really give him a chance. Moreover, Pierre did not have any humiliating expressions or remarks. He was simply talking about the matter, giving him a chance to try out, and then making a conclusion - OK, or not!

Although this old man has a cold expression and looks very difficult to get along with, Zhang Yang really has respect and gratitude to Pierre. This is a real football coach!

Zhang Yang sat silently on the ground, took off his sneakers, put them in his bag, changed into a pair of sneakers, got up and carried his backpack, bowed slightly to Pierre, and turned around and left.

"This kid is so interesting."

"Haha, I can't be a fool."

"Okay, Andrew, seeing this poor guy, you have to cherish your current situation now."

The players of the Marseille youth team are expressing their own opinions. This is a good excuse to be lazy.

Pierre snorted and looked at his players, "What are you doing? No training is needed, right?"

Everyone immediately scattered their birds and beasts.

Pierre turned his head to look at him. He looked at Zhang Yang's back as he walked out of the gate of the base in Villodem and disappeared at a corner.

He shook his head, it was a pity that this young man was very fast and explosive. If he was a few years younger, he would still have a future in training. It’s a pity that he is 19 years old.

This incident seemed to be just a small episode for Pierre.

Zhang Yang listened to the comments of the Marseille youth team players, but he did not stop. He just clenched his fists tighter.

This situation is not unfamiliar. He has experienced it countless times in the past two months.

Since he came to France and started his own "self-promotion" journey, there have been too many such scenes, from the initial anger and shame, to forced calmness, to watching coldly, it seems that what these people say is not themselves, ridiculed and ridiculed.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is not only the country's strength, but also the football field! This is simply a universal truth!

However, Zhang Yang did not give up!

Zhang Yang's heart is only persistent, and he is trying to persevere for his future and dreams. However, it is conceivable that his future may be a bubble, and he may be gently poked in the next second and will be smashed to pieces!

But no matter what, he never thought of giving up.

Back at his temporary residence, Zhang Yang threw himself on the sofa, took out the bread from his backpack, took a big bite, but almost choked, and quickly took a sip of water.

If those guys Li Qiang knew that they were so embarrassed, they would definitely be gloating.

Although he was gloating in his mouth, Zhang Yang smiled on his face. Those guys must be eating and drinking in a big show now.

Just as Zhang Yang was lying in his residence to eat bread, Marseille head coach Jean Fernandez was out of anger.

When the team's fat team doctor Padorin told Fernandez that the team's shooting player Luindula's injury was not the original two months of rest, but the news that the entire season was reimbursed, Fernandez had the urge to strangle the fat man.

Of course he knew that this could not be blamed on the team doctor Padon, but Fernandez was depressed. No matter how capable he was, he could not do anything to face this half-disabled Marseille team. Now the team urgently needed victory and a row of winnings. Only when winning has become inertia, everything will be back on track.

Victory requires a goal, he needs a shooter, a shooter who can score goals!

Another striker, Nian, is not a high-profit shooter, and Ribery is not a pure shooter. Nasri is still too young, and the most suitable position for this kid is in the midfield.

Marseille's forward line is almost unavailable, so these days, Fernandez, who is not allowed to change the formation from 442 to 451, leaving only Nian on the forward line.

However, the formation can be changed, but to complete redemption in the remaining season, the team must have a new attack point! Need a guy who can score goals.

Since the transfer gate has been closed long ago, the winter transfer market will take two months to start, and now it is impossible to sign new players. Fernandez decided to go to the youth team to promote a young forward to the first team in the next two days.
Chapter completed!