The game continues.
Lyon After kicking off, the whole line is pressed.
Claude Puel waved frantically on the sidelines, signaling for all the players to pass the half court. But his players' eyes had already wandered away - they were distracted by Zhang Kuang's buzzer beater.
Ninety-three minutes.
Lyon's last attack.
Pjanić took the ball in the midfield and tried to pass it to Li Sandro·López at the top of the penalty area.
Zhang Kuang retreated to the front of the penalty area to participate in defense.
Although his defensive ability is not strong, his physical confrontation ability is invincible.
López tried to use his body to push away Zhang Kuang to catch the ball, but the moment their shoulders collided, López felt like he had hit a wall and staggered back uncontrollably.
Zhang Kuang intercepted the ball.
López fell to the ground and signaled a foul to the referee.
The referee ignored it.
Zhang Kuang passed the ball to Birsa on the wing.
Birsa moved forward with the ball, but Lyon's players could no longer catch up with him.
Stoppage time has arrived.
Referee Olivier Thiard put the whistle in his mouth and glanced at his watch.
Then--"Beep, beep, beep----!"
The whistle at the end of the game resounded Gerland Stadium.
3:2.
Auxerre defeated Lyon in an away game.
Auxerre is the champion of the Ligue 1 league in the 2009-2010 season.
The moment the whistle sounded, Gerland Stadium fell into a kind of madness, relying solely on the huge wave of madness caused by thousands of Auxerre fans, plus thousands of fans from China.
"Zhang Kuang! Zhang Kuang! Zhang Kuang!"
The red area was like a burning flame, which was particularly dazzling among the white Gerland Stadium. The five-star red flag buzzed in the night wind, and the cheers, shouts and screams of Auxerre fans and China fans mixed together, forming a huge sound wave that swept through the entire stadium.
Zhang Kuang stood near the middle circle, hands on hips, looking up at the night sky.
Lyon There were no stars in the night sky, only the lights of the stadium and the light pollution of the city in the distance. But he felt that the sky at this moment was brighter than ever.
champion.
Ligue 1 Champion.
Six months ago, he was an 18-year-old boy who was banned, expelled, and abandoned by the whole world. He flew to France alone with 200,000 yuan in compensation and a suitcase, and could not even speak a complete sentence of French.
Now, he is the Ligue 1 champion.
Ligue 1 golden boots.
Ligue 1 The first Asia player in history to score more than 33 goals in a single season.
Ligue 1 The youngest Golden Boot winner in history.
All this took only half a season.
It's so magical!
"Zhang!"
Grichting rushed over from behind and hugged him. The huge weight of his body made him stagger. Then Mignot, Oliech, Players from Birsa, Sidibé, N'Dinga--Auxerre came from all directions, surrounded him in the middle, and then started shouting one, two, three, and collectively threw him into the air.
"We are the champions!" Grichting roared in his ear, his voice so hoarse that he could barely hear it, "We are the fucking champions!"
"We are the champions!"
"We are the champions!"
"Ah, don't throw me away, throw the coach, the head coach!" Zhang Kuang shouted.
"Oh, yes, coach, let's go..."
After everyone reacted, they all turned around and walked away. If Grichting hadn't given Zhang Kuang a last push, he would have been hit hard on the ground.
"Fuck, you don't know how to put me down safely before you leave?"
"Haha, let's go, throw the coach away..."
Next, the audience and the media saw Auxerre players throwing their coach on the field to celebrate. Fernandez was enjoying such a celebration for the first time, and was both scared and excited.
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The next step is to exchange jerseys with the home team and then thank the fans. Zhang Kuang would especially like to thank the China fans who traveled thousands of miles to support him.
"Zhang Kuang, Zhang Kuang, I love you!"
"Zhang Kuang, Zhang Kuang, I love you!"
"Zhang Kuang, Zhang Kuang, I love you!"
"..."
"Zhang Kuang! Sign one!"
Someone threw a jersey from the stands, which was the number 33 of Auxerre. Zhang Kuang caught the jersey and Mark pen, then he signed his name on the jersey, and then he threw it back.
"Who else wants to sign, hurry up! But don't crowd, don't step on them, come one by one, they will all get their turn." Zhang Kuang shouted from the crowd with a smile.
There was another round of cheers in the stands, and then everyone lined up in an orderly manner.
Next, more things were handed down from the stands - jerseys, scarves, hats, posters, and even a five-star red flag.
Zhang Kuang signed each item one by one and handed it back one by one, with the five-star red flag draped over his body.
After signing for about twenty minutes, the staff came over and said in his ear, "Zhang, it's time to go back, the team is gathering."
Zhang Kuang nodded, threw the last signed jersey into the stands, and then bowed to the fans.
"Thank you." He said in Chinese, "Thank you for coming to see me play football."
The cheers in the stands became even louder.
"Zhang Kuang! You are our pride!"
"Zhang Kuang! Keep up the good work!"
"Zhang Kuang! Sleep less with women, don't make yourself weak!"
"Haha..."
Zhang Kuang also smiled, waved to them, turned and walked towards the players' tunnel.
In the players tunnel, a staff member stopped him.
"Zhang, you won the MVP of this game and need to go to the background board for an interview. There are probably dozens of media waiting for you."
Zhang Kuang nodded and followed the staff into the news interview area.
The background board was the team emblem of Auxerre and the logo of the Ligue 1 league, with "MANOFTHEMATCH" written on it. Dozens of cameras were pointing at him, and the flashlights were crackling, making his eyes hurt.
The first person to ask a question was the reporter from France "L'Équipe".
"Zhang, first of all, congratulations on winning the MVP of this game, and congratulations on helping Auxerre win the Ligue 1 championship. You scored three goals today, the third of which was the winner in stoppage time. Can you talk about that goal?"
Zhang Kuang thought for a while, "The ball came from the cooperation of my teammates. Jelen's back pass was very good. I just had to run into position and shoot. The ball went in, that's it."
"You said it was easy, but that goal was not easy at all." The reporter laughed, "You ran nearly 40 meters from the backcourt, and your speed exceeded 40 kilometers per hour. Is this part of your usual training?"
Zhang Kuang shook his head. "This is not the content of training. This is what the game needs. We needed a goal at that time, so I ran. It's that simple."
The second questioner was a reporter from the United Kingdom "The Times".
"Zhang, Sir Ferguson watched the game live today. Do you have anything to say about this?"
Zhang Kuang was stunned for a moment.
Ferguson is here?
He didn't know, after all, he was playing on the court, so he wouldn't care who was present today.
"I didn't know Sir Ferguson was here." Zhang Kuang said, "If he comes, I would be honored. He is one of the greatest coaches in the world."
"Do you think Manchester United will be your next stop?"
Zhang Kuang glanced at the reporter.
"I am now a player of Auxerre. My contract has two years left and we have just won the championship. I do not want to discuss the transfer issue at this time. Please understand."
The third questioner was a reporter from Italy "Milan Sports Newspaper".
"Zhang, Secco, the sports director of Juventus, is also here today. What do you think of Juventus?"
Zhang Kuang Take a deep breath.
These reporters are really pervasive.
"Juventus is a great club," he said, "But I am now a player at Auxerre. I said, I don't want to discuss transfers at this time."
The fourth questioner was a reporter from China media - CCTV.
Zhang Kuang recognized him. The reporter's surname was Wang, and he had met him before at the pre-match press conference.
"Zhang Kuang, first of all, congratulations on winning the Ligue 1 championship. This is the first time that our China players have won the league championship in the five major leagues. Is there anything you want to say to the domestic fans?"
Zhang Kuang was silent for two seconds.
"Thank you for your support." He said, "Without your attention, I might not be able to survive today. This championship is also given to you."
Reporter Wang nodded and continued to ask, "In this half season of Auxerre, you have scored 33 league goals, averaging more than two per game. Do you think you can do better?"
Zhang Kuang smiled, "Of course. I am still young and there is still a lot to improve. My dribbling, passing, defense - these all need to be improved. I will continue to work hard in the next time."
"Your training has been criticized for not being active enough." Reporter Wang's tone became cautious, "Do you have anything to say about this?"
Zhang Kuang looked at the camera without avoiding it.
"I know some people say that." He said, "But my training method is different from others. I prefer to find the feeling in the game. I am not a training player, I am a competition player. As long as I can score goals in the game and help the team win, I don't think the training method is important."
"What about your private life?" Another China reporter answered with a sharper tone, "Your behavior outside the court - parties, women - will these affect your career?"
The news interview area was quiet for a second.
Zhang Kuang looked at the reporter, not angry.
"My private life is my private matter." He said, "I don't think there is anything to discuss. I am single, I have not hurt anyone, and I have not broken the law. My performance on the court has proven everything. If one day I do not perform well on the court, it is not too late for you to criticize me."
The reporter wanted to ask more questions, but Zhang Kuang raised his hand and interrupted him.
"I know you care about me, thank you. But you won't be satisfied even if I answer some questions. So it's better not to answer them."
He paused.
"The only thing I can tell you is that I will not delay training and competition because of my personal life. My professionalism does not need anyone to evaluate it."
Reporter Wang intervened at the right time and changed the topic.
"Zhang Kuang, last question. Would you consider returning to the national team? Domestic fans have been waiting for you."
Zhang Kuang's expression changed.
Not anger, not indifference, but a complex and indescribable expression.
"I have answered this question many times." He said, "My answer has not changed. Under the current system, I will not return to the national team.
Not because I don't love my country, but because I don't believe in the system. If the system changes one day, I will consider it."
"But what if it never changes?"
Zhang Kuang glanced at the reporter.
"Then never come back."
"Then will you join other countries' national teams?"
Zhang Kuang: "No, because I don't want to change my nationality. My greatest pride in this life is to be born in China and become a China person. I will not give up my identity as a China person for a little personal honor."
"Le Monde" reporter. "Zhang, without your crazy goals in this half season, Auxerre would not have won the championship. You may have to leave next season. Do you have any good suggestions for Auxerre?"
Zhang Kuang: "First of all, Auxerre won the championship not because of one person, but as a result of the entire team. No matter how good I, Zhang Kuang, am, I can't carry a team to win the championship. So, I don't think Auxerre won the championship entirely because of me.
Secondly, I am just a player, what advice can I give to the club? Let professional people do professional things. I don't have the professional ability to give professional advice. Thank you, the interview ends here!"