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Chapter 232 Prelude to the National Derby

Chapter 232 Prelude to the National Derby

Having experienced the history of Paris and the world of Ligue [-], to be honest, Gao Yuyang didn't feel like he was on a "pilgrimage" at all.

"Gao, maybe this time you will understand what the confrontation between us and Marseille is like. And I have to remind you-friendly reminder! Playing in Paris, you have to pay attention to the fans-not only the opponent's fans, but also the opponent's fans. There are local fans in Paris."

Gao Yuyang's eyes widened, and he felt like he was about to ruin his outlook: "Will the fans in Paris hurt their own players?"

Leonardo smiled meaningfully: "I understand your shock and confusion, maybe not in other places, but this is Paris, it's different."

Ok……

Gao Yuyang temporarily suppressed his curiosity, time will always give him the answer, anyway, the next game is to face the Marseille fans away.

On the train to Marseille, Gao Yuyang kept checking the news headlines on his mobile phone. Even though the Internet on the Paris train was almost a slow speed, he had to see how popular the match between Paris and Marseille would be.

The derby in his impression is the Double Red Club, the Spanish national derby, the Ruhr area derby, and the Argentine national derby and the old Soviet Super League derby that have been in legends but have never been seen...

It was the first time for Gao Yuyang to know the French National Derby.

But when they first met, Gao Yuyang felt terrified.

Red and yellow cards, which are essential elements in a derby, are nothing to worry about here. What Gao Yuyang saw was a war of words, and he was kicked if he didn't agree with each other. Fans from both sides tried to challenge the security in the stands, causing a big explosion. conflict of scale.

"Fuck! Is this kicking football?"

Gao Yuyang couldn't help but exclaimed, which woke up Vanderville who was in the same carriage.

"Gao, what are you doing?"

Seeing that it was Vanderbilt, Gao Yuyang stopped looking at his phone: "Gregory, are you all sleeping? Ha! What time is it now? Are you going to pamper those beauties in Marseille after winning the Derby? Hurry up , tell me what the match against Marseille was like?"

Van der Veer did not answer directly, but smiled and said to Gao Yuyang: "Gao, you have never experienced the derby, and sleeping is the best choice now, what a precious time!"

"Then what are you going to do at night? Is the night show in Marseille very exciting?" Gao Yuyang couldn't help asking.

"If you're not afraid of being beaten to death, you can try the night shows in Marseille." Van der Veer smiled and said, "Hurry up and sleep! Wait until night, if you can sleep peacefully, it will be a miracle!"

……

Gao Yuyang didn't know the meaning of these words until that night when he arrived in Marseille.

Their treatment is comparable to that of heads of state. From the station to the hotel, there are at least four police cars accompanying them all the way. In front of the hotel, there are two rows of heavily armed policemen. Gao Yuyang also noticed that the policemen were carrying Guy, it's not a police electric baton, it's an all-automatic weapon.

He suddenly became a little worried.

"Thiago, don't these Maasai people come to blow up the hotel?" At this time, he could only seek comfort from the captain.

Thiago Silva smiled: "Don't think too much, Gao, such a thing never happens. Relax, every time we come here, we are welcome like this."

"Gao, why are you worried about this? You've won against Barcelona. Except for that freak, Cristiano Ronaldo, I haven't seen Messi admire anyone so much."

Pastore and Messi are teammates of the Argentine national team, so asking this must mean knowing something.

"Uh……"

Gao Yuyang couldn't speak out his inner thoughts - he didn't have a girlfriend yet, so it would be a real tragedy if he came here to save his life!

In the evening, Blanco just arranged for everyone to warm up for half an hour in the hotel gym, and then strictly ordered everyone not to ask for leave to go out, especially for Gao Yuyang.Among the players in the roster this time, it is his first time to participate in the Derby, and even Kimpembe has seen it once last season.

He shared a room with Van der Veer, and was going to the toilet, when suddenly there was a terrible sound of drums, trumpets, and whistles outside the window.

I am Nima!What is this girl doing?

Gao Yuyang ran out of the toilet, put on his pants and was ready to fight.Can this be tolerated?

People have three urgencies, I was almost scared back just now...

Cavani looked very calm, and directly threw a pair of earplugs.

"Gregory, what a way!"

Gao Yuyang immediately realized what the two earplugs were for.

"I knew you must be unprepared. This is a must-have tool every time you come to Marseilles! It just so happens that I have an extra pair. But even so, you don't want to sleep well."

Gao Yuyang quickly realized that he could ignore the shouting and scolding of those fans, but he really couldn't sleep. Even if he put on earplugs and covered his head with a quilt, the sound of horns and shouting never stopped.

Glancing at Van der Veer who was on the next bed, he wasn't actually asleep either, but was dozing off with his eyes closed and earplugs on.

Gao Yuyang immediately turned over and stood up.

"Gao, what are you doing?" Van der Veer tensed up.

"Gregory, I can't take it anymore! So what if this is their territory? Paris is not easy to bully!"

As Gao Yuyang spoke, he pushed open the window and watched the fans shouting at each other.

"Don't you fucking sleep, waiting to be fucked at night? Stupid bastards! Merde!"

Gao Yuyang directly uttered a national curse that all French people understand, and emphasized the pronunciation of the last word. Although he only learned it from Teacher Laura for a week, he can put it into practice!

Van der Veer's complexion changed, he didn't even wear slippers, he ran over with bare feet and pulled Gao Yuyang: "Gao, what are you doing? Close the window quickly! Quick!!!"

Gao Yuyang breathed out so vigorously that he couldn't move him at all.

"Gregory, don't pull me! Don't... hey! Fuck!"

Gao Yuyang didn't expect a UFO to suddenly fly up from below, he subconsciously dodged sideways, but he didn't expect to hit Vanderbilt's face by accident.

"Ow!"

The Dutchman immediately lay down on the bed covering half of his face. When Gao Yuyang saw the situation, he immediately burst into flames.

"My day... this is the French derby? There is going to be a fight, right? Tell me earlier!"

Gao Yuyang was ready to rush out the door with his shoes in hand, letting Van der Veer run behind to stop him.

"Gao, you have to calm down, calm down!"

"I'm never impulsive!" Gao Yuyang said while walking quickly: "Gregory, I have never experienced a real derby, but football is football, so what is it to bully people like this? Can Marseilles bully Paris at will? Ask first Ask our fans if they agree!"

Gao Yuyang has really learned a lot.

The Derby he knows, Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​Dortmund and Schalke, although the contradictions are deep, but they are tit-for-tat on the pitch, and everyone still abides by the rules of the football world.

He has seen the unruly derby today. Although the French national derby lacks a sense of presence in European football, it is definitely more than a football confrontation.

……

Blanco held the shoe and stared at Gao Yuyang with great interest.

"Gao, very good, at least you didn't really rush down to fight those barbarians, otherwise you must know the consequences."

Gao Yuyang laughed, those people may be unruly, but he will never be blindly impulsive, the best counterattack should be on the court.

"How is Gregory, sir?"

Gao Yuyang only cared about Van der Weil's situation. Fortunately, the result he heard was not bad, but the corners of his eyes were opened. Although the derby is definitely not suitable for playing, fortunately, there is no greater danger.

But this kind of thing seems to be normal between Paris and Marseille. The police just dispersed the crowd and took away the extreme fan who threw the shoe, and it was business as usual.

The next morning, Gao Yuyang observed the faces of his teammates... It seemed that everyone was fine.

"Did you sleep well last night, Gao?" Cavani pretended to come over to say hello.

Gao Yuyang originally wanted to cheer up, but at this moment he yawned.

"Haha, it seems that tonight's starting striker has no suspense. Gao, watch how the Derby should be played, and how I can solve Marseille!"

"Football is played with your feet, Edinson."

The starting lineup was announced at noon that day, and Gao Yuyang never thought that he would be able to squeeze out Cavani. If he were the coach, he would not dare to say "I will do it if I can".

Football is played with your feet, but you have to play with your brain. He still has to observe what Ligue [-] is like and what the Derby is like.

But he can enter the big list, which is already big news in many places.

Walking out of the hotel gate, Gao Yuyang saw a large number of people gathered around the gate, apart from the Marseille fans who came to make trouble, most of them were reporters.

The most prominent are bilingual people.

"Gao Sang, what expectations do you have for playing and even scoring goals today?"

"Gao Yuyang, talk about the French national derby in your impression."

Japanese reporters have been tracking Gao Yuyang's situation. Even if he rejected the national team, Gao Yuyang's household registration book is still theirs, and now he has become a representative of the younger generation of players in Europe - the second to join from the J-League Players from European giants, it is worth mentioning that the media in Osaka has been vocal, and Gao Yuyang hopes to surpass Shinji Kagawa's career trajectory.

However, Chinese reporters are about to intervene, which makes Japanese reporters very upset.

"Damn! Why are there Chinese people everywhere?!"

"Understanding them is like having a Chinese in our basketball. But the question is, even if Gao Sang is willing, no matter how hard they are, can they win him Chinese nationality?"

"Haha! Otherwise, why would China struggle so much in the World Cup qualifiers? It seems that even advancing to the next stage is a big problem, right?"

The Chinese reporters standing next to them all gritted their teeth: Although Japanese football does have this qualification, they still feel itchy. What should I do if I want to beat someone up?

These reporters all turned their attention to Gao Yuyang. Anyway, this is the protagonist. As long as we cooperate a little,

However, Gao Yuyang directly chose to wave his hand and leave without answering anyone, and walked quickly into the car.

Gao Yuyang looked at the scene outside the window along the way, as if the whole city was in motion. There were people on both sides of the street. From time to time, someone would punch them angrily. There were a lot of rotten vegetable leaves and egg whites on the car glass outside the window.

So much so that Gao Yuyang originally wanted to take the opportunity to appreciate the city of Marseille, but he couldn't see anything clearly, so he might as well sit down and close his eyes to rest his mind.The teammates around were all excited for the arrival of the derby, but Gao Yuyang was uncharacteristically not sleeping during the break, and fell asleep in the car instead.

Jean-Louis Gasset walked to the front row to observe several times, and couldn't help asking the central defender Kimpembe sitting next to him: "Has he always been in this state?"

"Yes, sir." Jin Pengbei felt incredible, and reached out to touch Gao Yuyang: "Hey, Gao, wake up!"

But after pushing Gao Yuyang twice, he didn't open his eyes.

"No need, Presnell."

Gasset frowned slightly, returned to his seat, and continued to whisper something to Blanco.

How could Gao Yuyang really fall asleep, this is the national derby, everything is to eliminate interference - since he has entered the squad for the game, he must be ready to play.

……

Velodrome Stadium.

This is the first time Gao Yuyang has come to this UEFA five-star stadium, the largest in France. Only eleven of the players are eligible to enter the locker room to accept another tactical arrangement from Blanco.

After warming up, he followed his teammates back to the bench, and then he had to wait for Blanco to call him.

……

It's [-]:[-] a.m. Beijing time.

In a central room in the northeastern countryside, three people were playing cards with lights on.

"This luck...no one else, Lao Gao, you are really lucky today! There are four twos and two kings, count how many you got. Why do all the good things go to you?"

"Haha! Of course there are good things today! Great things!"

Gao Sheng was just about to shuffle the cards, when he thought of something, he suddenly asked, "Hey, Mr. Wang, what time is it?"

The person who spoke just now looked at his watch: "Three fifty."

"What??? Why didn't you say it earlier? It's over!"

Gao Sheng flicked the cards, wrapped his coat and ran out the door. Several people behind him were calling him: "Old Gao! Old Gao! What's wrong? It's not too early, where are you going?"

"Go home!" Gao Sheng replied loudly without even turning his head.

"Don't tell me, why don't you let me fight the landlord here? Why are you running away? Why don't you say what you say!"

Gao Sheng stopped in his tracks, turned his head and said, "Watch my son's game, play slowly!"

He hurried home without even making tea, so Gao Sheng turned on the TV.

CCTV’s broadcast signal happened to reach Gao Yuyang who was on the bench, and the commentator He Wei’s voice sounded at the right time: “In addition to paying attention to Cavani, I’m afraid this is the one who can attract all fans to sit in front of him——Gao Yuyang, from Paris Saint-Germain's only signing in the winter window may make his Ligue [-] debut today, and I believe many fans still remember the defeat against Barcelona."

Gao Sheng glanced at his son in the camera, made some tea and took a sip.

In the camera, Gao Yuyang kept sticking his head out to look at the stands, and Gao Sheng couldn't help frowning: "Be serious, kid!"

Gao Yuyang was at the scene, he just wanted to see what the Marseille fans looked like.

The decibels almost deafened the ears, which was nothing, but Gao Yuyang could clearly hear many unpleasant sounds.

"Poke a Parisian's ass!"

"Poke a Parisian's ass!"

"Poke a Parisian's ass!"

Gao Yuyang had never heard such a bad thing, so he had to watch it.

On the central stand, there were huge portraits of Marseille fans. A macho man in a Marseille team logo jersey was pressing down on a weak woman with a Parisian team logo on his back.

"My mother...has an idea!"

Gao Yuyang has seen it. Although he still doesn't understand how big the hatred is, he now understands that this game will not be easy or boring, and it will always be like this in the future.

And this is the national derby.

When all the atmosphere is in place, it's the turn to speak with your feet on the court.

(End of this chapter)