long live the king

After 15 minutes, the second half of the game began, and the two sides changed sides to fight again.

At the beginning of the second half of the game, Paris Saint-Germain intended to launch a fierce attack, taking the lead in the situation of both sides.

However, they did not expect that the Marseille team, which had already led [-]-[-], had the same idea. The Marseilles seemed to have forgotten the score of [-]-[-] and had no intention of slowing down at all. When the sound blew, it launched an offensive posture.

Rothen, the core midfielder of Paris Saint-Germain, controlled the ball at his feet, and he signaled Dorasu to come up to meet him.

His intention was seen by Mawuba, and Mawuba came up to approach Dorasu.

At this time, Roten passed the ball, and the target was not Dorasu, but Adad who suddenly inserted on the other side.

Just when Adad was about to stop the ball, he was dribbled to the ground and the ball was snatched away.

"Foul!" shouted the Paris commentator.

"Beautiful steal! Counterattack!" The Marseille commentator jumped up and shouted.

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The referee didn't say anything, he ignored the protest of Paris Saint-Germain at all, which meant obviously, there was no foul, and the game continued.

This is Luiz suddenly rushing out of the penalty area and successfully grabbed the ball. He intercepted the ball from Adad's feet and passed the ball to Nasri. The latter then launched an offensive in the middle. He passed the football to Ribery. Berry dribbled the ball to the frontcourt at a high speed according to the convenience, and after making a fake move to cut in, he flicked the ball, and Sorin, who was plugged in, took the ball for two steps, and then lobbed it into the penalty area!

Morientes jumped high and ferried the ball to the wing, and Nasri, who was plugging in, passed the ball directly to the goal. Zhang Yang understood the back row and plugged in at high speed, and held Paris Saint-Germain who was defending him in the penalty area. After the central defender Yepes, he volleyed directly!

Football pierced Paris Saint-Germain's goal for the fourth time in this game!

4: 0!

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Zhang Yang staged a hat-trick in the game!

"God, hat-trick! Hat-trick! Hat-trick! Hat-trick! Hat-trick!" The commentator was so excited that he shouted five times in a row, 'Hat-trick! '

"This is Zhang Yang's third goal today! 4:0! This young man scored a hat-trick!"

"This is his 18th goal in Ligue [-] this season! Hat-trick! Hat-trick! Now who dares to say that he is not in good form!"

"No. 18 goals! This is Zhang Yang's No. 18 goals in Ligue [-] this season! He is the top scorer! No one can pose a threat to him!"

"Praise!!!"

The commentators in the commentary booth were crazy and hysterical.

"hat trick!!!"

Vesto yelled: "Hat-trick! He really performed a hat-trick! When Zhang Yang scored two goals in the first half, I will know that this kid will perform a hat-trick! He will definitely work hard in the second half. Go perform a hat-trick! Sure enough! I don’t know what words to use to describe this young man, some people say he is from Mars, I think that’s the only reasonable explanation.”

When Zhang Yang faced Paris Saint-Germain's coach bench again and stretched out three fingers towards it, the Marseille fans in the stands also went crazy.They waved their arms, stomped their feet, and let out a deafening cry: "Zhang Yang! Hat! Zhang Yang! Hat! Zhang Yang! Hat!!"

The narrators were all crazy. They stood up and yelled frantically, sending various words of praise to the young man, putting all the words of praise on the young man.

The whole stadium was boiling, and everyone was shouting the name of 'Zhang Yang'!

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In the 76th minute, Marseille coach Fernandez replaced Zhang Yang with Jacioy, allowing him to accept the cheers of the fans and give this young man the highest courtesy!

After seeing the publicity sign, all Marseille fans stood up from their seats, the whole stadium was boiling, and thunderous applause swept across the stands.

Tens of thousands of home fans stood up, and they all gave a standing ovation. This time, without the guidance of the live broadcast, all the fans shouted "Zhang Yang" in unison three times in a row.

Zhang Yang walked to the sidelines, raised his hands and clapped in response to the applause of the Marseille fans. At this moment, he is the stadium and the biggest star here.

The Paris Saint-Germain fans in the stands didn't even have the courage to boo them. They were already scared. They were scared of being beaten by Zhang Yang. At this time, seeing Zhang Yang being replaced, many Paris Saint-Germain fans were relieved. Take a breath.That guy put a lot of pressure on them on the pitch.

Are notorious Parisian fans afraid of publicity?If someone said this in the past, no one would believe it, but now, the Paris fans are really scared by the fans. In their eyes, this person is so bad and so hateful.However, there is nothing wrong with him.

This monstrosity... With him one day, will our Paris Saint-Germain still have a bright future?

At this moment, Paris Saint-Germain fans can be said to be the fans in Ligue [-] who most want Zhang Yang to transfer to other giants in other leagues. The reason is conceivable.

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Zhang Yang was gone, and the applause from the stands stopped, but was replaced by shouts of "Zhang Yang Zhang Yang".When Zhang Yang was on the bench, seeing the enthusiasm of the fans, he had to stand up and applaud the fans many times in a row, thanking the fans.

Marseille fans are using this way to thank Zhang Yang.

The enmity between Marseille and Paris has been around for a hundred years. The reason why the confrontation between the two teams is called the "French National Derby" shows the long history and deep grievances.

Zhang Yang led the Marseille team, and when facing Paris Saint-Germain, they had an overall upper hand, and were even able to massacre Paris by a large score, which made Marseille fans very proud.They were simply too fond of the young man.

As long as there is publicity, they don't have to worry about not winning the game or worrying about scoring. For Marseille fans, what they have to do at this moment is to cheer for the goal and the victory.

At this moment, although the Marseille team still lags behind Lyon in the Ligue 2006 standings in the 2007/[-] season, many fans firmly believe that they will be able to catch up and eventually surpass Lyon to win the Ligue [-] championship this season.

The camera gave a close-up of the stands. On the main stand of the Villerodham Stadium, a huge Marseille No. [-] jersey swayed violently in the wind.

The surname on it is the pride of this stadium - zhang!

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"Feifei, it's time to rest, but you still don't rest!" Mother Liu Li urged by knocking on the door.

"Mom, it's all right! It's time to go to sleep! You have to be reminded to sleep. It's so wordy!" There was a sound of something falling on the ground in the room, and then Liu Yifei's A whisper.

Liu Li shook her head lightly. Don't look at Liu Yifei always giving a pure, classical, ladylike appearance in public, but at home, in her own boudoir, she is still a little lazy girl, Doing things is also a bit messy, and often a person will be in a daze for no reason...

"4:0! The Marseille team leads Paris Saint-Germain with four goals at home. This 'Clasico Derby' has turned into a complete massacre! And the Chinese player Zhang Yang is the maker of this massacre!! [-] He has scored [-] goals in the league this season! Now it seems that he is entirely possible to tie or even break the single-season Ligue [-] total created by himself in the Ligue [-] last season. Goal scoring record! The entire Ligue [-] league is trembling under his feet! This young man from China, an ordinary young man, has conquered this place, and he is the prince of this stadium! Listen to the cheers from the entire stadium—— ".When Zhang Yang was replaced, He Wei, the commentator of the live broadcast of the match, shouted excitedly: "Have such Zhang Yang! Marseille is regaining lost ground in Ligue [-]! Both Zhang Yang and his team are in excellent form." , who can defeat them?!"

Listening to the excited shouts of the commentator on the TV, as well as the cheers and applause from the stadium on the TV, Liu Yifei was a little surprised, a little puzzled, and a little moved.

She doesn't know much about football. Just before going to bed, she was bored and changed the channel. She happened to watch the sports channel. Liu Yifei has no love for sports. When she saw that the live broadcast was a football match, she felt that it was boring. Her little head really couldn't figure it out. What's the point of so many people grabbing a ball on the court.However, just when she was about to switch channels, she saw a 'familiar' figure, to be precise, an unfamiliar figure, but it left a deep impression on her, or more precisely, she was a little itchy with hatred figure.

Zhang Yang, the guy who once made her feel ashamed!

I don't know why, but she didn't change the channel anyway. After watching it for a while, Zhang Yang was replaced. Listening to the cheers and applause from the TV, and the excitement of the commentator, Shouting, Liu Yifei was a little at a loss, is football really so magical?Also, that guy is so popular?

He saw Zhang Yang standing up several times in a row, applauding to the stands to thank him.The camera picture is very good. Walking around the stands, countless people stood up, excited, smiling, and applauding.

"The entire Wilrodham Stadium can accommodate more than 6 fans. At this moment, all the fans stood up and gave Zhang Yang the biggest applause. This is the courtesy this young man deserves!" He Wei's voice rang out again .

Liu Yifei was a little lost.Although she doesn't know football and has never watched the game live, she seems to be able to feel the frenzy and excitement on the TV screen at this time.

"That guy, it looks like he really is a big star..." Liu Yifei rubbed her little head in confusion.

'咚咚咚' - There was a knock on the door, "Feifei, still not sleeping."

"Okay, okay, I'm going to sleep." Liu Yifei agreed, turned off the TV angrily, and got under the covers.

The next morning, while eating breakfast, Liu Li looked at her daughter reproachfully, "Why didn't you sleep so late last night?"

"Oh." Liu Yifei took a sip of milk, stuck out her little tongue, and licked the foam left on her lips, "Watched a football match."

"Football? A game?" Liu Li was dumbfounded. Why didn't she know when her baby girl liked football. . . . . .

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ps: The first update.