For fans, there are many reasons why they like a player.

When you turn on the TV, he passes by with fancy people, or when he watches the game live, he gently autographs for you, or he looks pleasing to the eye in that version of the jersey that day, or he is tough on the court and you are excited.

But none of the reasons are as fierce as his attack on the city for your favorite team!

Once again, the fans of Saint-Etienne are ignited!

“ding… ding… ding！”

The audience shouted their new name for this kid, and they didn't know who shouted it first. But it didn't take long for it to spread throughout the die-hard Saint-Etienne fan zone.

After Ding Yue's wanton celebration, he deliberately ran to the bench and gave the coach who trusted him a big hug. God knows how much pressure he withstood to get him to start. finally lived up to his trust.

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The second goal completely destroyed Montpellier's morale.

The final minutes of the game declared garbage time.

Galtier said a word to replace the fear of Yete.

The Saint-Etienne fans gave their core enough respect and applause rang out for almost a minute. I'm afraid that Yate will also slowly walk off the field, on the one hand, he enjoys the love of the fans, and on the other hand, he delays a little time.

When he walked up to Ding Yue's side, he was afraid that Yate gave Ding Yue a hug fiercely, "Hey, buddy, we have to have a few drinks tonight." Count me in!"

Ding Yue also patted him on the back. He likes it. That's right, the feeling of being recognized.

I'm afraid that after Yete is off the field, the core players on the field will not be there. But the Saint-Etienne players found that their ball was unconsciously passed to the feet of the yellow-skinned lad.

Yes, you can trust him, he'll handle the ball well. Pass, dribble, whatever he wants. But you know he's going to take care of it.

With Montpellier's unintentional love affair and Ding Yue's retreat to get the ball, the game quickly came to the second minute of stoppage time.

There was only one minute left until the end of the game. Referees are looking at their watches more and more often.

Ding Yue passed the ball back to the central defender again, because the fans booed - you can't play a negative game just because you are two goals ahead, buddy. We didn't buy tickets to come in to see you guys down!

He himself then ran to the top of the arc of the large forbidden area. Just wait for the defender to drive a big foot into the penalty area, and the opponent will push the ball out, and then the referee will blow the whistle. Everyone shook hands and greeted each other, and each went back to his own house to find his mother.

Yes, the big brother of the guard on this side has a big foot, and the plot is a third of the way through, oh, that's right. The opposing defender Lao Tie also had a powerful header to push the ball out of the box.

The ball seems to be flying towards me. Ding Yue looked left and right for a second and a half. No one came up and forced it?

A bold idea popped into his head, and when the ball was about to fly over and land, his body gave him an immature suggestion.

Whatever, thirty meters is thirty meters, and Meng ended the game with one kick.

Ding Yue's originally slow running body accelerated sharply, facing the incoming ball, and his right foot exploded directly!

Ding Yue is very satisfied!

With a "bang", the whistling football flew straight to the upper right corner of the goal in Montpellier!

Corner!

Measure the junction with the doorpost!

Another "bang".

The Montpellier goalkeeper was unresponsive and watched as the ball flew into the net.

On the sidelines, he was just about to sit down and drink saliva after high-fiveing his teammates, and he was afraid that Yate was suddenly almost knocked down by a buddy next to him who jumped up and stood up. A French national curse just wanted to burst out.

The buddy next to him directly pinched the water bottle in his hand and reported it, and screamed for fear of Yete.

I'm afraid that Yat was startled. Then he followed the gaze of the brothers who rushed out of the bench.

What's the matter, didn't Ding Yue, this kid, celebrate just now?

Scored again?

The shouts of the crowd in Saint-Etienne had already given the answer to the fear.

A bewildered face.

"This, I'm Nima. How did you get in?"

I'm afraid that Yete will pull a buddy next to him who is even more hilarious than his own goal.

"Damn, it can't be any better. I can't tell. Go back and watch the replay yourself, it's awesome!"

I'm afraid that Yate looks contemptuous, uneducated, what else can he say if he is a.

Ding Yue is actually confused. Well, the script doesn't seem to be like this.

But the ball just went in. Anyway, let's celebrate first. So he hadn't thought much of the celebratory action, and he copied the action after the previous goal. So much so that fans who just came back from the bathroom may have watched Ding Yue on TV and thought it was a replay of the first ball.

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Galtier clenched his fists and paused for a few seconds. Then he turned around and shook his fist at the fans! That's right, it's me!

I put this kid on the field! Who's for it? Who's against!

Without restraining the excitement in his heart, Galtier was so excited that he even hugged the assistant coach. Until the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

Ding Yue held his head high, slowly walked to the middle circle, and shook hands with the referee.

Then, Giroud came over, the opposition midfielder also came, and the opposing defenders ...... One by one shook his hand.

The opponent's goalkeeper gave Ding Yue a thumbs up, and then motioned for everyone to exchange jerseys.

Ding Yue was a little excited, this is really recognized, so there will be such a treatment as changing clothes!

Wearing the opponent's jersey, Ding Yue walked over to Galtier.

Galtier had a smile on his face.

Hugging his disciple hard, it's too competitive!

"Very good!Ding, remember your own performance today!You will be proud of it!Today's second goal will appear in this year's highlights countless times! You have to believe in yourself!"

Holding Ding Yue in his arms, Galtier said a little too much.

"It doesn't matter what others think of you, the most important thing is how you see yourself. Don't say that you China has not produced stars, just listen to other people's words and I can't do it. You can do it!"

Ding Yue nodded, nodding non-stop, looking like you were handsome and you were right about anything. So Galtier was satisfied.

Walking into the players' tunnel, before entering the locker room, Ding Yue had already received everyone's congratulations and blessings. It's an indescribably wonderful feeling. Ding Yue felt that for a moment he felt like he was dreaming.

But a group of singing and dancing macho men in the locker room made him feel real again.

Yes, it's not a dream. I really scored a brace in an official match in the French Primera League!

Ding Yue leaned against his locker, sat down, and slowly took off his socks and shoes.

The body suddenly emptied.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to cry.