I am Chuqiu Wang

Chapter 60 Cheers at the Stade de France
"Alay!"

"Alay!"

"Alay!"

From the beginning of the warm-up, Wang Huo whetted the appetite of the Metz fans. In the second half, when he finally played, the heart-piercing shouts resounded through the Stade de France, and there seemed to be only one voice under the night sky.

"It really came out after a thousand calls, and I also want to see what kind of performance this kid will have today."

Deschamps said with a smile.

"Then you may be disappointed. I have a hunch that Allais will perform well. Maybe your old club will miss the French Cup."

"I hope Bordeaux can win, but if Metz wants to play better, it doesn't matter if they win. Football is always a sport that depends on performance."

Didier Deschamps has played for too many teams. In France alone, there are Nantes, Marseille, and Bordeaux. There are also three strong teams abroad: Chelsea, Juventus, and Valencia. He will be sad if the old ones are out. May not have a good time.

"Wow, I miss you so much bro!"

Pjanic hugged Wang Ji with exaggerated fake crying, and it was rare that he didn't suffer from pink eye.

I didn't notice it when I played with Wang Hee. When I changed to Julian Cady in the middle, he ran out of space several times and couldn't catch a through ball. He immediately realized how awesome Wang Hee is!
Compared with Wang Xie, Cardi's front waist that sticks to the ball is not even qualified to lift shoes.

"Yeah, it's good to have you back, Alai."

"We're not used to playing without you."

"Fortunately, only one goal was conceded in the first half. It's not a problem at all, is it?"

The enthusiasm of his teammates shocked Wang Hao, but he quickly replied with confidence: "Of course it's not a problem. It's time to show some color to those who sell red wine!"

Unexpectedly, playing a substitute against a strong team will reap a wave of hearts.

In the final analysis, it was his passing that made his teammates fall in love with him. It would be nice to have someone else play in the second division. As soon as he meets a strong team, his true colors will be revealed immediately.

The stands of the Stade de France.

Ever since Wang Wei was warming up on the sidelines, several people fell into ecstasy.

"Look, my son has finally appeared."

"Mace will definitely win this time, right?"

Chu Hongyu said interrogative sentences, but her tone was extremely firm.

Wang Jianjun nodded dumbfoundingly: "Well, Mace will definitely win."

Pierre noticed Wang Jianjun and his wife very early on. He had a relationship with Wang Jianjun before, and they were both in an area of ​​the East Stand. It was impossible for him not to notice the two Chinese.

But today he came to the stadium with the team bus, and there was no interpreter by Wang Ji, and he was not going to say hello. Wang Jianjun’s restraint when he saw him made him uncomfortable. Respect is ingrained.

Also in the east stand, in a corner, a girl chattered and shook her companion's arm.

"Emily, look at Alai's appearance."

"Aren't you happy, hee hee?"

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence!"

Emily, who was shaken like a willow branch, kept her eyes on the Metz player.

Seeing Wang Hao surrounded by her teammates, she silently said "Alai, come on!"

……

Before the game, Podor coach Ricardo Gomez repeatedly emphasized the threat of Wang Ji.

Bordeaux players have recently watched dozens of videos of Metz's games, especially the one in which Metz played Lyon. No one would underestimate this thin boy who just passed his 16th birthday.

But when Wang He touched the ball for the first time, they found that what was shown in the video was not intuitive enough!
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Wang Xie received a long pass from Francois in the backcourt. He didn't stop the ball and directly used his foot. The ball easily crossed the entire defense line of Bordeaux and landed in front of Jonathan Valasiak. Ulrich La Mei reacted a step faster, and immediately rushed over to press the ball under her body.

There was a sigh of regret at the Stade de France.

"what a pity,"

"Allais's pass was so beautiful, it directly penetrated the entire defense of Bordeaux,"

"It's a pity that Valasiak hasn't recovered yet. He doesn't seem to realize that the firepower provider behind him has been replaced. He started too slowly and missed this good opportunity."

Valasiak gave Wang Ji a thumbs up, saying that he would definitely receive the next pass.

When Wang Xie took the ball again, Rory Mamba immediately showed what is called top physical fitness. As soon as the two of them crossed their bodies, Wang Xie, who had already passed the opponent, was knocked to the ground.

"Foul, this is a foul!"

"Look at that old black, he is so big, Wang Huo must be injured this time!"

If it wasn't for Lao Wang's pulling, Chu Hongyu might have jumped off the stands directly, and she would be ashamed to be thrown abroad.What he was worried about just now finally happened. Today the referee's scale is very unfriendly to Wang Xie.

Fortunately, the teammates on the defensive line were focused enough to prevent Podol from making a quick counterattack.

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Papu Dior received a yellow card for a tactical foul, and Wang Xie, who ran back to the backcourt, smiled apologetically.

The Metz fullback waved his hand indifferently: "Kid, play well, don't let me get a yellow card for nothing!"

Maybe the Metz players themselves didn't realize that as long as Wang Ji is on the court, they have the confidence to win all opponents.

Giuseppe Fernando's right-sided corner kick went directly to Chamark in the penalty area. Liberia got stuck in the first step, and Del Homeo overwhelmed Dacheville to push the ball out of the penalty area.

"Alay!"

Julian Francois turned around with the ball and shouted instantly, followed by a big foot.

Wang Ji was both excited and depressed. His teammates relied on him to show that his status was recognized, but couldn't they pass the ball better?
He and John Micoud turned around almost at the same time. Wang He was faster, but Micoud kept pulling Wang He's jersey and he couldn't get up to speed. Pjanic on the right ran to the landing point and unloaded the ball. An inverted triangle pass was passed back to Wang Xie, and Wang Xie made a direct pass back to Pjanic's feet again.

"Man, the ball is in your penalty area, can we let go of your hands?"

Wang Ji turned his head and said to Mikud.

Bordeaux's lower back also blushed, and he retracted the back of his hand behind his back like an electric shock.

It wasn't that Wang Hao put too much pressure on him with the through ball just now. Although the referee didn't blow the whistle, it's not a glorious thing to pull a child's jersey at a young age.

Pjanic, who was on a rampage all the way, was shoveled by Frank Judith at the top of the arc in the penalty area.

The wailing like killing a pig made Wang Hao feel "thumped" in his heart, and he sprinted all the way over.

The sound was too scary, and Wang Ji felt that Pjanic must have been seriously injured.

But when he got to the foul spot, he saw Pjanic blinking at him.

Damn, even he was cheated by a second-hand guy.

I don't know who I learned from. I haven't improved my playing skills, but my acting skills have improved a lot.

Although it was a temporary guest appearance, Wang Hao still has a very professional ethics, showing off his arms and sleeves and preparing to trouble Judith.

"Don't be impulsive, you just played and don't want to go down so soon, do you?"

"Frank didn't mean it either!"

"This time it's just running for the ball."

Another central defender of Bordeaux, Ricardo Henrik, stood in front of Wang Xuan and kept persuading him. He didn't understand why Pjanic was clutching his calf and howling when he just shoveled his heel.

At this time, he couldn't help but think too much, he had to stand up and protect his partner.

The players on both sides kept persuading, and the referee showed a yellow card, so Wang Huo cursed and "disappeared" and walked towards the top of the arc in the penalty area.

In this position, he will do his part!

……

　I just watched the game for a while and forgot the time.

　　Sun Xingmin is so fucking awesome. Every time I see him perform like this, I can't help but think how good it would be if he were Chinese...

　　There will be a Manchester derby later, this weekend is really exciting.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)