Chapter 112 I am very satisfied to play football for you(2/2)
Although he didn't say the following words, everyone knew what he wanted to say.
At this time, Zhang Yang rushed into the stands again.
The fans in front of the TV and the fans on the scene couldn't wait. They were eager to see Zhang Yang slap the Chinese Football Association. This game now seems to be a joke. The Chinese National Olympic Team was tortured, and Zhang Yang was attacked, a Chinese player who was excluded from the National Olympic Team, and a young man deeply loved by Chinese fans.
Zhang Yang rushed to the stands again.
He raised his arm again!
There was a loud noise at the scene, and they were all waiting!
"Zhang Yang-he is this-" Liu Jianhong didn't know what to say, and he sighed heavily.
At this moment, Zhang Yang's right hand was raised and stopped in the air.
He raised his other hand again.
Then, in front of tens of thousands of fans in the game, in front of tens of millions of fans across China, he raised his other hand and touched his hands.
This is a stop action.
At the scene, there was a daze in front of the TV.
Some fans who were still shouting loudly and waiting for Zhang Yang to slap the Chinese Football Association slowly calmed down, slowly calmed down.
The whole slow and quiet process took about a minute. Among them, the Chinese Olympic team players did not come up to stop Zhang Yang from doing what they were going to do, and the Manchester City players just came over to pat Zhang Yang on the shoulder to celebrate the goal, and did not celebrate too much, because they knew that Zhang Yang seemed to have his own way of celebrating.
When the entire court gradually calmed down.
Zhang Yang jumped over the billboard and stretched out his hand to a reporter who was still dazed.
The reporter looked at Zhang Yang with some confusion and took the microphone from his hand. The reporter originally planned to wait here and wait for the first half of the game to interview Zhang Yang up close as soon as possible. This is CCTV reporter.
Zhang Yang took the microphone.
He looked into the stands again.
First, I bowed deeply.
Then he spoke, "This is my first time back to my motherland to compete, the first time!"
Speaking here, he paused for a moment, his voice choked.
"I know, maybe my approach makes some people unhappy, and some people will say that I am not good here and there! But, I want to say that although something is wrong today, it is my happiest thing to be able to play football for everyone, be able to play football under your gaze, and bring happiness to everyone - I love you! My compatriots, Chinese fans!"
After saying this, Zhang Yang handed the microphone to the reporter, and the reporter's eyes were also touching.
Then, Zhang Yang turned around and walked towards the stadium. At the same time, he made a gesture to ask for a substitution to go to the side of the stadium!
Manchester City head coach Mark Hughes was stunned at first, then a little anxious. He didn't know what happened just now. He couldn't understand what Zhang Yang said, and he thought Zhang Yang was injured.
Manchester City's midfielder Ireland was ready to play after a brief warm-up. Mark Hughes was completely relieved of this score, replaced Zhang Yang and replaced a midfielder, so that Wright Phillips' position was advanced.
Zhang Yang slowly walked to the sidelines, and he hugged Ireland.
Then he looked to the stands, gave a thumbs up in the direction of the stands, and then walked towards the bench with a little lonely expression, hugged the head coach, brimmed with his teammates, and then sat there, quietly sitting down.
Just looking at these things, no one would have thought that Zhang Yang had done such a big thing today. His performance and emotional changes today almost made people think they were two people.
At this time, all the fans on the entire court stood up and applause was thunderous.
Like thunder!
Like the sound of war drums!
Like singing!
Some fans are also bowing, thanking Zhang Yang for the joy they brought to them. This is the purest joy of football! This gives them some hope for football!
The female fans screamed, and they were shouting, "Zhang Yang, I love you, everything I have is yours!" The madness of Chinese female fans is not inferior to the hot girls in the Iberian Peninsula or the enthusiastic beauties in the Apennine Peninsula.
Some old white-haired fans were applauding tremblingly and wiping their tears from time to time.
Are you proud and relieved for China's creation of such a star, or feel sad for Zhang Yang?
No one knows.
However, as Zhang Yang said, Zhang Yang is proud and satisfied to be able to play under the gaze of these fans, and these fans are also happy that they can see Zhang Yang's wonderful goals with their own eyes.
No one knows what caused Zhang Yang's emotions to fluctuate so much in this game. He did not continue to slap the Chinese Football Association in the face. However, no one would think that what happened after Zhang Yang's third goal was bad.
The joy of football should be like this, that's all.
Isn't it?!
Zhang Yang's hat trick took only twenty-one minutes to slap the Chinese Football Association. Zhang Yang's heartfelt words to the fans, his bow, and the tears of the fans in the stands.
For the Chinese Football Association, for Zhang Yang and Chinese fans, this is a special game and an unforgettable day.
PS: First update. Dear everyone, please ask for some red tickets.
Chapter completed!