However, Bordeaux did not do what Smitchell thought, and several people ran to the sidelines to drink water. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When kick-off was played again, it was already the 87th minute.

Even if the Lens players had pressed past half the pitch, it would have been useless.

In the 89th minute, the assistant referee raised the sign for three minutes of stoppage time.

Vincent made the final substitution decision at this point, replacing Pire with Distin, which seemed to strengthen the defense, but at this point, it was just a way to stall for time.

Under the influence of Fan Shang, Pire is now well versed in this, and seeing that it was a change for him, he now deliberately stepped on the shoelaces, tied the shoelaces, and then began to slowly run to the sidelines in small steps. By the time the substitution was over, a minute had passed.

In the next attack, it was Distin, who grabbed the first point with a header and ruined Lens's attack.

In the last minute, Lens was awarded a corner, this time even their goalkeeper came to the Bordeaux penalty area.

Seeing this situation, Fan Shang looked at the scoreboard suspiciously, yes, the score is indeed 3:1, not 2:1, even if Lens scores a goal now, it is just to save some face, there is no need for the goalkeepers to come up.

Lens' Oruma took a corner, and this time Lens's goalkeeper Wammz actually grabbed the first point and really sent the ball into the Bordeaux goal. However, there was something clearly wrong with the Wammz touch, and the gloved hand in the middle of the pile of muscle sticks stood out.

This time, if you look at Wammz's action from the perspective of a volleyball coach, it is definitely a world-class smash. But now it was in a football match, and after Wasmz scored, the whole stadium was quiet, and even the referee did not blow the whistle in the first place.

After about a second or two of pause, the referee's whistle became the play button, "Haha....." The sound resounded throughout the stadium.

Fan Shang was also stunned on the sidelines just now, and then he couldn't help laughing like the fans in the audience. "I mean, why did this Vamz run into our restricted area." Fan Shang turned back to Luo Er and said.

"Why?" Luo Er took care of Fan Shang's emotions and asked.

"This guy thinks today's game is really boring, come up funny!" After Fan Shang finished speaking, he laughed out loud.

At this time, there was also a group of people on the field who couldn't laugh, and that was the players and coaches of Lens, especially Lemaire, whose face was now so heavy that he could really drip water.

Even Vammz was sent off, he didn't even look at it, and now he didn't even have a place for substitution, so he could only let Vivianfo put on a goalkeeper's jersey and then stand in front of the goal with gloves on.

Fan Shang now finally understands why Vivianfu died suddenly, he is so busy, and today alone Vivianfu has changed three positions, midfielder, central defender and goalkeeper.

Of course, this goalkeeper, Vivianfo only did 30 seconds, and the referee couldn't wait to blow the whistle for the whole game. The referee was a bit devastated, he had nothing to do in the first half, and he was almost dead in the second half.

Fan Shang still followed his own habits, and first went to have a friendly exchange with the opposing head coach.

"Roger, it doesn't matter, there's next year." Vincent comforted Lemaire to.

"Fan Shang, I'm still not as good as you" Le Maire sighed, "I arranged the game according to your ideas, but I didn't expect ......"

"Roger, that's your biggest problem." Vincent had nothing to say to Le Maire, and one sentence pointed directly at Le Maire's question, "I will speak directly between us"

Le Maire nodded, then lowered his head to listen to Vincent's teachings, which he felt was normal, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about Vincent pointing out his mistakes.

"Roger, the two of us have completely opposite styles, don't you know?"

Le Maire nodded.

"You have your own style, why should you learn from me?" Fan Shang continued, "I asked you to join my coaching staff because I felt that our offense still needs to be polished, and you happen to be professional. But I didn't change the overall style of the team, just some changes and improvements. ”

Le Maire continued to nod.

"You should stick to your attacking style and then borrow from the Bordeaux defensive system and tactics defensively, just optimize and improve your defense, rather than copying the Bordeaux style exactly." "You've been doing really well in the last few rounds of the league, attacking and defensively with a bit of Bordeaux, which is something you should stick to. ”

Lemaire continued to nod thoughtfully, "Yes, you have a point, I actually ......" Le Maire couldn't say something.

"Shall I tell me, then?" Vincent glanced at Le Maire.

Le Maire nodded

"You're mentally wrong, you want to win me too much." Fan Shang pointed to no one and said, "You have actually been unwilling to be crushed by me, after all, you are my predecessor in terms of qualifications." ”

"Well, that's what you can say to me." Le Maire sighed, "But I now realize that I really am inferior to you." ”

"Why compare? We're friends! Vincent looked at Lemaire with a sincere expression.

Le Maire stared into Vincent's eyes for a long time, and then nothing came out of Vincent's eyes, except sincerity.

"Huh, Fan Shang, I really can't compare to you." Le Maire exhaled, "If I lose my job, I will still work with you, don't refuse when the time comes!" ”

Vincent didn't expect Lemaire to say such things, "My door here is always open for you, okay Roger, I seem to hear footsteps, I think I'm going to heaven again." ”

"Roger, I'm sorry, you have to give us back our head!" Leading the way was of course their captain Lizarazu.

Fan Shang was thrown into the air for the third time this year, the first time Fan Shang was still a little weak-hearted, but this third time, Fan Shang has already begun to enjoy, he knows that this group of boys below dare not miss and let him fall to the ground.

After a brief celebration in the stadium, the whole team lined up again in front of the rostrum of the Stade de France, ready to step on the stage for the second time.

This time it was President Chirac who presented the award, and when Fan Shang was present, Chirac of course had something to say. "Young man, we meet again."

"Hello, Mr. Chirac, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the third time we've met." Fan Shang replied.

"You remember it quite well," Chirac laughed.

"Of course, this honor must be remembered." Fan Shang replied