msmithbooks Chapter 237 "Boulogne" and "Auteuil"
Chapter 237 "Boulogne" and "Auteuil"
Chapter 237 "Boulogne" and "Auteuil"
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On the front of the goal in the penalty area, a volley shot more than 30 meters away from the goal, hanging on the net with one kick, directly interrupted all the sounds of the Velodrome Stadium for a second.
The Marseille fans were still mocking Paris for a second, dreaming of their possible home reversal, but this second, they can only widen their eyes and look at Gao Yuyang who is flying in their home court with his hands raised , watching a group of their most hated "upstart bastards" enjoy scoring goals on their turf.
"High!!! High high high! Hahahaha!"
A group of Paris Saint-Germain players on the field followed Gao Yuyang and directly pressed him layer by layer.
"Ah-ah-"
Gao Yuyang yelled loudly at the bottom, he felt that he was about to be suffocated by the teammates above him.
In fact, if the rules didn't allow it, even the teammates on the bench wanted to rush up. His kick was too amazing.
"High! High, high..." Verratti's eyes widened, and he found that he really couldn't say anything, and he couldn't kick this kick.
"God! This kid is so lucky!"
Thiago Mota, who was replaced, murmured to himself, but he still attributed Gao Yuyang's kick to luck-for him, it was normal to think so.
……
"HIGH! HIGH! GOOOOOOAL!!!"
At the same time, in Nkunku's house, two exclamations erupted, of which Nkunku's voice was the loudest, so that in the end Laura couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out her hand to her son: "Chris, be quiet!"
Nkunku still went his own way, pointing at the TV confidently: "Hey, mom, I learned from my dad, you should stop him first!"
Laura looked helpless, her husband's decibel on TV was indeed much higher than that of her son.
"GOOOOOOOAL!!!!!! TOOOOOOOOR!!!!" Fagoli yelled at the goal in both English and French, and his voice didn't weaken at all after the job was over, and even raised it further: "See this Got a goal? This one - it's a goal from Kao, the winner of this year's FIFA Puskas Award! Hahahaha!"
Fagoli was very happy, especially when he glanced at the mournful expressions of his fellow Marseilles around him, he was even more indescribably happy: "Does Marseille think they can beat Paris Saint-Germain? Haha—does it look like it?" Funniest joke I've heard this year!"
Gao Yuyang ran to the bottom of the away fan area, excitedly waved his fists, pulled his jersey, wantonly conveying his power to his fans.
You had doubts just now, but now you can’t say anything, right?
But to his surprise, not everyone in the Paris fan stands responded to him, at least half of them sat still.
Bad eyesight or brain watts?
Gao Yuyang couldn't help asking this question.
What he doesn't know is that the fans in Paris are different from anywhere else, which is what director Leonardo reminded him before, but Gao Yuyang didn't care at all.
The whole world knows that the city of Paris is a specimen of France in all aspects, but the real Parisians are very different. In their minds, they divide the city into "Little Paris" and "Grand Paris"-Little Paris is The traditional [-]th arrondissement of Paris is an elite class that coexists with the city’s historical heritage, while Greater Paris is the city’s development and expansion, and those foreigners and immigrants who flock to the suburbs of Paris.
Therefore, the title of "Grand Paris" is not accurate in the general sense. The club under the leadership of Nasser is definitely a representative of gold dollars and wealthy families, but it cannot represent the real majority of Parisian suburban people.
But in Paris, there are two factions of fans whose power is older than the club's history.
In the [-]th arrondissement of Paris, in a "Boulogne Boy" bar decorated with golden characters, all the fans were cheering for Gao Yuyang's goal.
"Long live!"
"Damn Marseille!"
"It's that young man from Japan. Mr. Nasser's vision is still as admirable as ever!"
"Hey man, another glass! Pure Bordeaux!"
This is one of the factions of Paris fans who call themselves "Boulogne" - all young people living in the Bois de Boulogne villa area in the [-]th arrondissement, symbolizing a group of people at the top of the city.This bar is the headquarters of such a group of fans. In the center of Paris, there are many such bars. This group of "high-end fans" is definitely a force that cannot be ignored.
Gao Yuyang will of course be welcomed among them, because his joining symbolizes the strength of Jin Yuan, and this goal is a demonstration of Jin Yuan's strength.
But in those bars on the outskirts of Paris, there is another group of people.
In their bar, there was no sign of Paris Saint-Germain at all. A group of people were staring at the TV, but after Gao Yuyang scored, no one celebrated. Instead, some people yelled and cursed, and some people looked gloomy.
"The guy Nasser bought."
"I didn't expect him to score a goal as soon as he came, but he has a bit of strength."
Some fans put their wine glasses heavily on the table and sneered: "The newcomer...brothers, shouldn't we let him experience the fan culture in Paris!"
A group of people echoed with glasses of wine.
"Of course, this is the rule!"
"Newcomers need rituals!"
At this time, a young man with long hair and a shawl came in with a guitar in his arms. When people in the bar saw him, many people's faces were not very good, but the boss still joked: "Ah, it's La Bruin. Kunku, hahaha! Labrue, we are planning the next event, do you want to participate?"
Labru Nkunku held his guitar and plucked it lightly twice: "Uncle Onu, you know me, I am only responsible for singing here and not doing other things. Moreover, football is sacred, so the most Enough is enough."
When a group of people in the bar heard the young man's words, they shattered the wine glass with a "snap" and held half of the broken glass. Several fans taunted him.
"Look, Labrudo Jr. has qualities, but why was he still expelled from Paris Saint-Germain, hahaha!"
"Hey, little Labrue, keep your mouth shut! Why can't we have an opinion? What did that fellow do you? He's a poor man as far as I know!"
La Bruu pouted his head, looked at the middle-aged man whose face and neck were flushed red, and frowned: "You drank too much again, Uncle Bueno! Will there be poor people who can play in Paris Saint-Germain? But I can't agree with you to do this, it will smash the signboard of Greater Paris."
"Hahaha! Little Labrue, how do I know he is a poor man?! Let me tell you, just because he didn't pay me for the first day in my car! In other words, Nasser bought it for 1000 million A man who escapes orders! Just watch, one day he will regret it!"
This middle-aged man with red neck and face is Diga Reval Bueno--the taxi driver who tormented Gao Yuyang on the first day. He still has a grudge against Gao Yuyang, but not just Because of the ten euro fare.
"Hey, Labrue, we know your brother plays for that Qatari team, your father is a TV announcer, you're definitely one of the 'Boulogne' gang, but How is it? Is it related to you now? The vagabond singer La Bleu?"
"Don't forget where you are now!"
But Labru looked at these people without any fear: "This is not okay, Uncle Onu, if you continue to do this, you will destroy football. Football is sacred!"
The bar owner, Uncle Onu, walked out and stared at him unwillingly with wide eyes: "Labru, I very much agree with you, football is sacred, and we are defending it now! That Qatari has been a club since The boss, what did he do? Changed the team emblem that best represents Paris. We used to be able to enter the center of the stadium for 120 euros to cheer, but now? The minimum threshold is [-] euros! La Bru, tell Me, how many times did you enter the Parc des Princes last season?"
Labrou was questioned and did not speak.
The bar owner was very proud: "Look, so is this our Parisian team? This is the gold dollar team! So this is the meaning of the existence of 'Auteuil' - to declare war on all gold dollars, return football to To the Parisians!"
"Declare war on Jin Yuan!"
"Declare war on Jin Yuan!"
"Fuck the Qataris, football belongs to Paris!"
……
This is another important fan organization: Auteuil, representing black immigrants in the suburbs of Paris, named after the "Porte Auteuil", the demarcation point on the outskirts of Paris, and also the racial demarcation point of the city.
And the name of this bar is "Cross Auteuil"-it was originally a normal fan organization, hoping to cheer in the name of football through a peaceful way.
But it is different now, especially after Nasser took over, invested in rebuilding the Parc des Princes, raised tickets, and the high prices almost turned away most ordinary fans in the city.
This is how the "Auteuils" began to transform, and the real "culture" of the Parisian fanbase came from them.
They are the real radical fan organization in Paris, in other words, they are French football (hooligans)!
What are football (hooligans)?
This is a group of losers with unsatisfactory lives. Domestic angry youths rely on keyboards to vent their anger, while they rely on football.
Whether the team wins or loses has nothing to do with them, neither the enemy nor the enemy, they just need to make troubles, and they don't hesitate to destroy the order to promote their own sense of existence.
Perhaps not as good as the most notorious West Ham "inner city guys" in England, but definitely a big force in Paris.
As for Gao Yuyang, he was personally scooped up by Nasser, a rich man with gold dollars who was so poor that he had only money left. The whole of Paris knows...
(End of this chapter)