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Chapter 247 Traitors and thieves, their hearts should be punished!

Chapter 247 Traitors and thieves, their hearts should be punished!

There was a short period of chaos in the field, so that the referee stopped the game for a while, and all the players on the field were off the field. They stayed next to the bench, and a large number of security personnel rushed to the stands of "Auteuil" with batons and explosion-proof shields. In the first place, a large number of fans who wanted to make trouble were taken away in the first place.

The Parc des Princes was in chaos at the first moment, with all kinds of sounds mixed together, as well as "bang bang bang" and "crack bang bang"-the sound made by security personnel hitting batons and shields.

Gao Yuyang wanted to stick out his head to see what happened, but just as he stretched out his head, he was slapped back by the assistant coach Gasset.

"Gao, you'd better sit in your seat. Unless you still feel that the matter is not big enough." Gasset was very serious, but also showed a sense of helplessness.

Looks like a pretty honest kid, how can he be so troublesome?

The surrounding teammates looked at Gao Yuyang with sincere admiration.After offending the most difficult group of people in Paris, how will he continue to mess around in the future?

Gao Yuyang still bent down and walked out.

"Gao, now is not the time for you to be a hero." Cavani pulled Gao Yuyang.

Gao Yuyang smiled, he could tell that the Uruguayan striker was really a nice guy, but he was just picking something up.

"Edinson, do you think I'm going to go out and spread the truth to the world? Hahaha! I won't do stupid things."

Gao Yuyang held the picked thing in his hand, and all his teammates shrank their eyes. It was the iron nail thrown down by the fans just now.

"Gao, what do you want this thing for?"

Many teammates stared at Gao Yuyang: He doesn't want revenge, does he?

"Leave a remembrance."

Gao Yuyang held this rusty iron nail, as if advocating "baby" tone: "I have earned it, haha! I just came to Paris! I was booed by my own fans after only one game, and I almost got my head smashed! You can’t find someone like me in the whole world of football, right? Haha, look, how lucky I am!”

The tone is full of self-deprecation, thinking about it, he is indeed "lucky".

Blanc came up and patted Gao Yuyang's shoulder to comfort him, "Gao, I don't want you to be disappointed here. Paris is not like this, and those rubbish are not worthy to represent Paris. Any team will have a group of moths."

"So, sir, I am really lucky! Haha, but please rest assured that this is my own business and will not affect the team."

"Do you think there is no? It has already been affected."

Blanc frowned on purpose, and told Gao Yuyang: "Everyone's worries are justified. You have offended the most difficult group of people in Paris. Don't accept interviews recently, talk less, and don't think about doing anything. Although This is a bunch of shitty bastards, but what these bastards can do is far beyond your imagination."

Gao Yuyang nodded, he listened to it, but he still put away the nails, he thought it would be useful sometime.

A dignified seven-foot man, when he encounters a problem, he becomes an ostrich?

That's not his style, and, with his height, it's hard to keep his head and butt in mind if he wants to hide it!

The game was interrupted for half an hour before the scene slowly calmed down.The explosion-proof car drove outside the stadium, and the referee team received instructions from the French Football Association, so the game could continue.

Gao Yuyang will not play again, but he is destined to earn all the attention today.

"Gao got everything at the Parc des Princes today, scored goals, won and got boos and 'gifts' from the Paris fans - yes, this is the Parc des Princes, but today this scene is destined to be big. Shame on Paris!"

Even the commentator of Radio Lyon said very seriously: "The fans in Paris are notorious, but the Football Association and the professional league should intervene. The image of French football must not be destroyed by the hands of these damn bugs!"

……

After such an episode, both sides were unwilling to fight, and finally Paris Saint-Germain defeated Lyon 3:0 to advance to the quarterfinals.

The game had just ended, and a group of reporters rushed towards the mixed interview area. Of course, they wanted to block Gao Yuyang. All the news flashpoints in today's game were with him.

"Follow me, speed up!"

"I didn't expect this Gao to grab the headlines!"

"Grand Paris finally has another focal point!"

At this time, Blanc had already arranged for Gao Yuyang to return to the locker room before the end of the game, and sternly rejected his idea of ​​attending the press conference.

"In order to save us all from trouble, Gao, I think you'd better keep your mouth shut at a time like this."

The head coach handed down the decree, Gao Yuyang naturally didn't say much, but the assistant coach Gasset was a warm-hearted talker, stayed behind and said with a smile: "Gao, don't think too much, Laurent is worried about you. I think you must not Know the gang that is attacking you today, or you wouldn't have done it."

Gao Yuyang smiled and shook his head: "Yes, coach, I really don't understand, but I just think they are a bunch of lunatics."

Gasset smiled and talked to Gao Yuyang about the fans in the city of Paris, and the history of "Boulogne" and "Auteuil".

Seeing that Gao Yuyang's eyes widened, Gasset subtly stopped abruptly: "So, Gao, you should understand. Because you are the candidate appointed by Mr. Chairman, so the 'common people' in the suburbs of Paris The fans don’t fit in. But it’s not just you, any player we spend a lot of money on will be greeted - attacking a player of your value will make this group very visible.”

Gao Yuyang felt completely unbelievable: "Such a lunatic is also qualified to enter the Parc des Princes? We have not done anything, let them tarnish the reputation of Paris?"

Gasset just smiled: "Great Paris wants to become the top giants in Europe, so we are open to all voices. If you go to London, you will know how normal this is. But for you, Gao, don't worry, the coaching staff is Believe in you, time changes everything."

Gao Yuyang smiled without pain or itch. He disliked this kind of poisonous chicken soup the most. This matter would not end, so he had to make his own voice no matter what.

Blanco attended the press conference alone. When he walked into the hall alone, the reporters below were stunned, and then quickly sneaked away by a third.

"Gao is not here!"

"Blanco must be covering for him, go to the stadium gate, block their bus, don't let him slip away!"

"But what to do here?"

"What's the matter now? Find out what's hot, man! You want to listen to old Blanco?"

But there are still some reporters who are patient, or dare not not give Paris this face. After all, their interview rights are not random.

"Mr. Blanc, what do you think of the conflict in today's game? Why didn't Gao attend today's press conference?"

Blanc coughed lightly: "I personally regret the unexpected situation in today's game. As for why Gao didn't come to the press conference? If you can find it, you can ask him yourself."

He originally wanted to comment on the game without pain and delay for some time, but the reporters obviously didn't care about him, and the protagonists weren't there, whoever listened to you, you old man, kept beeping!

He only spoke for 3 minutes, and only one-third of the reporters in the hall remained.

Even the club's press officer was a little embarrassed: "Sir, let's end it."

"Damn!"

……

Just as Gao Yuyang walked out of the team gate, he saw a large group of reporters in front of him, and immediately blocked the car door.

"Gao, they must be here to interview you." Cavani reminded in a low voice.

The team staff was urgently contacting security to disperse the reporters, but Gao Yuyang walked over with a smile.

"Hey! Gao, what are you doing?"

"Get in the car, go home and rest! By the way."

When Gao Yuyang saw so many people, he suddenly became excited again.

The reporters immediately rushed over to surround him with long guns and short cannons, but Gao Yuyang blocked all the microphones reaching out with his two big hands, his face was very serious: "I will not accept any questions today, but I will answer what you want to know, and then please Let's go home."

I have to say that Gao Yuyang was really different, even the reporters felt it. Seeing his eyes and feeling the two big palms blocking the microphone, the reporters all shut their mouths.

"I guess if everyone is so enthusiastic, they must want to know my attitude, isn't it?"

Gao Yuyang took out the iron nail he picked up, picked it up with his right hand, and put it in front of the cameras of all the reporters, with a heartbroken expression: "I picked it up in the stadium today, and it was given to me from the Grand Paris stands. A gift from me, just a few meters away from my head! I never thought I would have the opportunity to enjoy this 'glory'! From the first day I joined, I belonged here. But I don't know what kind of What do you think, ladies and gentlemen, this is the kind of weapon a fan would use against me?"

Gao Yuyang's expression suddenly became very angry, shaking the iron nail, and his tone was forceful: "It can only show that although these people walked into the Parc des Princes, they will never be qualified to belong to Paris! They are traitors of PSG ! A traitor in Paris! But when you treat a traitor and traitor, you will be punished!"

A noisy discussion broke out in front of him, and the reporters were obviously shocked, but Gao Yuyang would not give anyone a chance to ask questions, but then stretched out a finger and gestured forcefully: "Everyone who really loves Fans of the team will know that PSG is the symbol of Paris and has always fought only for the city."

After Gao Yuyang finished speaking, he was the first to squeeze into the car, and the teammates, coaching staff and staff not far behind all heard their hearts beating wildly.

Sure enough, something happened!

(End of this chapter)