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Chapter 299 We are the president's team!

Chapter 299 We are the president's team!

The Stade de France has a very different status in French football, not even the Parc des Princes.Although it is really young compared with Old Trafford, Camp Nou, and Anfield, it has only been less than 1998 years since it was officially built in [-] to this French Cup final.

But this stadium is almost exclusively for competitions. The first event after its completion was the local World Cup in 1998. It has also served as the venue for the UEFA Champions League finals twice, and has also hosted the Rugby World Cup finals and the World Athletics Championships.

Gao Yuyang walked into the locker room and found the difference at first glance. The lockers on both sides were still marked with prominent names from the championship lineup more than ten years ago. Although the ink has faded, it is still enough to make people Instant recognition.Now his French has reached the point where he can speak and write, so he recognized it at first sight.

Zinedine Zidane, Vicente Lizarazu, Didier Deschamps, Lilian Thuram...

They are all big shots, famous stars of the 1998 World Cup winning team.Blanco has no requirements for players to use lockers and can choose them at will.

"Ahahaha! I found it, Gao, come and see!"

Nkunku's eyes were very sharp. He saw Zidane's locker at first glance, and took the pit first without saying a word, for fear that his teammates would snatch it from him.After tidying up my outfit, I bowed reverently to the locker: "May the greatest midfielder in the history of France bless me, Amen!"

Seeing his expression, Gao Yuyang laughed: "Christopher, even if you are lucky in the starting game today, are you sure it will really work? I think you might as well transfer to Real Madrid! This way you can let your idol play every day. All bless you."

But when it comes to this, Nkunku shook his head decisively: "This is impossible, I will never leave Paris in my life...Huh?"

Suddenly he discovered the name of the locker used by Gao Yuyang, and said in surprise: "Gao, why do you use Djorkaeff's locker?"

Gao Yuyang froze for a moment: "Is there something wrong?"

"This...uh..." Before he could speak, Matuidi next to him added: "Christopher means that the locker you use is very unlucky. Waste of striker, played in two World Cups in his career, but didn't score a single goal."

The players next to him heard what Matuidi said, and quickly pulled Gao Yuyang over.

"High, stay away from this unlucky locker!"

"Come here and use mine, Gao, I'm a defender anyway, so I don't need to score goals!" Van der Veer directly grabbed Gao Yuyang and kicked the locker hard.

"Hey, don't pull me, don't pull me!" Gao Yuyang was so helpless, he gave in to this group of people, and everyone believed in ghosts and gods. As a professional player, is this useful?

He stared at everyone and told the truth: "I want to use the head coach's locker, but why didn't I see the old man's name?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his teammates all laughing.

"I know about it, but . . . hush! Don't let the old man hear it."

Thiago Silva, the captain, looked around cautiously, then ran to the door for a second look, and then ran back and whispered: "Hahaha! Gao, don't look at the old man standing against the World Cup champion defender." However, he was suspended for the World Cup and the most crucial final in Brazil, so that final has nothing to do with him! Maybe he didn’t even enter the locker room door, how could his name be there.”

Gao Yuyang blinked: "Thiago, as a Brazilian, you know a lot!"

"That is, don't look at how many years I have been here longer than you!"

Thiago Silva was very proud. Just at this moment, the door of the locker room opened, and Blanco coughed behind him: "Ahem..."

The expression on the face of the captain of Paris immediately turned into capitalized embarrassment, and Gao Yuyang said in a low voice: "Tiago, you can ask for more blessings."

All the players stared at him with sympathetic eyes - chewing the head coach's tongue in the locker room is the same as talking about the leader in the bathroom, 100% deadly behavior!

But Blanco walked in and stood in the middle as if he hadn't heard it. Everyone noticed that today's battle was absolutely different. Next to him was the club's chairman, Mr. Nasser. There was another person who couldn't recognize him, but he must belong to the boss. Characters - suits and leather shoes, wearing black-rimmed glasses, the most important thing is that in front of him, even Nasser, a local tyrant who is in charge of European football, automatically gives up half of his body.

Gao Yuyang was even more confused, he had never seen this person before!Which boss can directly enter the team locker room?You must know that this is an absolute taboo in European football. The locker room is the private territory of the head coach. Even Chairman Nasser, this season, it is only the first time to do this.

And this time, Chairman Nasser personally mobilized everyone.Sweeping everyone's eyes, he said, "I have a piece of news for you guys, although it is definitely not good news - there is an absolutely big man coming to support Marseille tonight - it is said that maybe the next French president."

He was referring to Macron, but it is absolutely unreasonable to say this suddenly before the battle. He then changed the subject: "But they forgot that our Paris is the strongest team in France today. Boys, Let's welcome..."

The big guy stopped him with a smile, walked to the middle of the locker room and said with a smile: "I am Nicolas Sarkozy, and as a big Paris fan, I pay tribute to our heroic young man."

The locker room exploded.

"Mr President!"

"It's actually Mr. President!"

"Ah—Mr. President is here to visit us!"

Gao Yuyang was stunned. As a purely professional player, it is completely normal not to care about these aspects... He is not French.So he grabbed Matuidi next to him and asked, "Bryce, what the hell? He's the president?"

"Of course!" Matuidi was so excited that his hands and feet were a little cramped.

"current?"

"This is not the case, the previous one."

"cut!"

Gao Yuyang's interest was halved immediately, don't lie to me that I am uneducated, the president who has stepped down is considered a bird.

"Gao, it's wrong to say that. Anyway, our biggest fan is the president, and we are the president's team! The one in Marseille is only possible to become the president, and it was hyped up by the media. The general election has not even started yet."

"Then what has he done for Paris?"

Gao Yuyang continued to ask.

The president's team?

It depends on what he has done for the team, otherwise the label is not randomly pasted.

Before Matuidi could answer, he poked Gao Yuyang first.

Looking up, Gao Yuyang found that Sarkozy was the first to walk towards him.

(End of this chapter)