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Chapter 195: Puer who hurts, red ticket)

For the shooters, they may have performed poorly on the court before, but once the goal comes, the whole world seems to become extremely wide all of a sudden. All kinds of feelings come!

The state is coming.

The originally narrow path of sheep intestine suddenly turned into a wide four-mile road![]

Zhang Yang is like this now. After scoring that goal, he felt so good. His whole mood suddenly improved, and the original pressure was even more transformed into motivation.

The difficult Mawuba before seemed to have become easier to deal with. In fact, the enemy is still the same enemy, but Zhang Yang is more relaxed, more confident and more relaxed at this time.

Ma Wuba also had a feeling that after Zhang Yang scored a goal, this guy seemed to be more difficult to deal with. Although he could still stick it on to defend and prevent that guy from getting the ball easily, he seemed to be getting more and more effort!

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This was a Marseille attack. Nas faced the Argentine midfielder Alonso who came to intercept his Bordeaux. He pretended to pass the ball to Oruma, but suddenly a pass was over the ball.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Yang suddenly accelerated and ran forward.

Bordeaux linebacker Yuredi was about to pounce on Nasri, but saw Nasri passing the ball to Zhang Yang. He had to go back to defend, but Zhang Yang cleverly pushed away and accelerated. Yuredi was a big man. Because his body was too heavy, he couldn't turn around and was crossed by Zhang Yang in a blink of an eye.

After breaking through You Liedi's level, Zhang Yang successfully got the ball, and he looked up at the front.

The more difficult thing is that Ma Wuba is still in front.

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Zhang Yang did not stop, nor could he stop, because behind him, Yudil turned around and was chasing him desperately. The gap of half the body was only one step away for the defender.

However, Yudile's speed was much faster than he thought. The tall defender's long legs took a few steps forward. After only a moment of hesitation, Yudile pressed tightly, intending to surround the front to defend and promote.

However, Yudile underestimated Zhang Yang's physical ability to confront Zhang Yang. Although Zhang Yang is not the type of big and thick, he is full of muscles and very strong. This is the most impressive female fans who have seen Zhang Yang run naked to celebrate after scoring the goal.

Zhang Yang resisted the same strong Yudilly, but he found that the problem was coming. Mawuba was very good at choosing the opportunity to grab it. Seeing Yudilly and Zhang Yang entangled, Mawuba immediately came up, intending to attack Yudilly on both sides and cut off the ball under Zhang Yang's feet.

He couldn't hesitate anymore. Whether to drive the ball forward or pass the ball, he had to move. He half-sided his body, gently stepped on the football with the outside of his instep, and his body gently drew the arc along the track of the ball, flashing out the pass gap.

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"Be careful that he passes the ball!" Another Bordeaux defender Planus immediately shouted.

Ma Wuba immediately slipped the shovel, but he was still one step slower. Zhang Yang gently pulled his right foot and the ball passed to the side.

Taiwo came up, he received the ball, went straight forward, and advanced at high speed along the side road.

Facing the Bordeaux player who came up to defend himself, Taivo took a shot with his foot. The ball was blocked by the Bordeaux player and fell to Ribery's feet. The Scar Man stopped the ball in his chest and pulled the ball horizontally, but did not continue to dribble the ball, but directly opened with a big foot into the penalty area!

He had seen that Ryan Kohler had been interspersed in the penalty area.

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"Look at that guy!" Bordeaux goalkeeper Rame loudly directed the defense line. Jan Kohler's 202cm height seemed to be a great threat to him.

The ball from Ribery rushed into the penalty area with the whistling sound of the wind.

Kohler still got the point under the attack of Bordeaux players, and he headed the ball.

"Great save." Bordeaux's commentator shouted, their goalkeeper Rame was brave and brave.

Kohler's header blocked, and the ball was kicked outside the penalty area by full-back Yemali.

However, Yemali made a mistake in clearing the ball. He failed to kick the ball out of the dangerous area, but instead went to the unmanned area at the top of the penalty area.

No, it’s not a no-man’s land. Someone is coming up!

After passing the ball to Zhang Yang just now, Nasri rushed forward to the landing point of the ball. He did not stop the ball, but swung his right foot and shot a beautiful ejection in the air!

With a strong rotation, the football penetrated into the penalty area with many players and drilled straight into the upper right corner of the goal!

Bordeaux goalkeeper Rame had just completed a save. He just got up and saw the ball coming again. He tried to save the ball, but it was difficult to make a save. He could only subconsciously save the ball, but he failed to reach the ball, and the ball flew directly into the upper right corner of the goal.

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i——buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!!!”

"The goal is scored! The goal is scored! Nasri!"

"Oh oh oh, beautiful! World Wave!"

"2:1! Nasri's goal! He helped Marseille overtake the score!"

"Excellent goals! The three goals in today's game were all exciting world waves! This is really an extremely crazy game!"

After Nasri shot, he started running, turning his head to see if the ball had entered. When he saw the ball jumping directly into the upper right corner of the goal, he jumped up and cheered. Then, as soon as he landed, he was hugged tightly by Zhang Yang.

"Hahahahaha, beautifully done! Samir!"

Then, more people gathered around to celebrate the goal!

“Oh oh oh oh oh ha ha.”

“Hahaha, it’s amazing!”

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When Fernandez saw Nasri's long shot score, he waved his fists and punched hard, as if he was still not relieved. He turned around and punched the coach's seat awning! It made a bang.

These guys did a pretty job!

Two to one! If you win this game, Marseille will be the second in the league and will be qualified to directly advance to the top 32 of the Champions League!

Just as the Marseille players were celebrating wildly, the coaching seat on the other side, Bordeaux head coach Ricardo looked extremely embarrassed. The team played well and took a goal to lead. Everything was fine. However, in the blink of an eye, in less than three minutes, the Marseille scored two goals in a row! The score was reversed!

This change was too fast, and Ricardo felt unacceptable.

The head coach is like this, not to mention the Bordeaux players on the court. Most of their faces are filled with a look of distracted expression, and they are even a little confused. Is this behind the score?

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Rennes, Laurent Avenue Stadium.

The score of Lille's away game against Rennes has not changed yet. Lille's away game leads Rennes 2-1.

At this time, Lille head coach Puel frowned when he saw his assistant's brows, and his heart skipped a beat. After the game began, Lille's assistant coach wore headphones and was listening to the live broadcast of the away broadcast of Marseille and Bordeaux.

There is only one explanation for the expression that Lille's assistant coach has, that is, Marseille scored a goal.

Sure enough, the assistant coach of Lille walked up to Puel and whispered, "Marseille scored, and there was one-to-one."

"Who got in?" Puel asked, thinking in his heart that it could not be that boy.

The assistant's answer proved his guess, "Zhang Yang."

Puel shook his head with a wry smile.

At this time, there was also a booing sound in the stands of the visiting fans at the Laurent Avenue Stadium. The booing sound was not a booing player of Lille, nor a booing player of Rennes. This was the way Lille fans venting their unhappiness after learning that Marseille scored.

This obviously affected the mood of Lille players. They looked into the stands, and some players turned their heads to look at the coach's seat on the sidelines to find the answer?

If Marseille wins Bordeaux, then even if Lille wins Rennes with 100 goals in this game, it will be useless.

"What to watch, play well, there is no goal there! Bordeaux is still ahead." Puel said loudly to his disciples, but he didn't believe what he said, and the disciples would believe it, because as long as he is not a fool, he can guess what happened.

He swears in his mouth, and Puel sat on the coach's seat, that depressed.

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Lille's captain Taforo had to cheer up his teammates so that everyone would not think too much. Even the Marseille team scored only one-to-one goals. Bordeaux only needed to score another goal to lead Marseille again.

His words stabilized the morale of the army.

But the feeling of this fate being controlled by others is really uncomfortable.

Lille originally had the initiative on the field, and it seemed that he might continue to score goals at any time to expand his lead. However, due to the goals scored by Marseille, some players began to abandon the field, which also gave Rennes a chance to breathe. The scene was once very dull.

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At this moment, the face of the assistant coach of the Lille team who was listening to the radio changed repeatedly, which immediately attracted the attention of the very "vigilant" Lille team head coach Puel. The head coach's heart thrust and thought no, it was impossible. Only Marseille can equalize the score in less than three minutes. Did he score another goal?

The assistant coach's words shattered his fantasy, "Marseille, Marseille scored another goal, they are leading Bordeaux 2:1."

Puel's mouth was wide open. This time he didn't ask who scored the goal, because no matter who scored the goal, is there any difference for Lille?

Instead, the assistant coach smiled bitterly and said to himself, "Nasri's goal. Zhang Yang's attack instigated."

"f.u.c.k!" Puel swears and sat in the coaching seat dejectedly. Even Bordeaux is blamed by him. He is still numb. The second place in the league. He leads with one goal at home and can be so quickly overtake the score by the Marseille chases two goals in a row. What's the point of doing!

But he didn't think about how entangled and painful it would be to put his destiny on others!

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ps: The first update. A new day has arrived. Pig head needs red tickets. It needs the support of brothers.
Chapter completed!
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