After the game, Kanter went directly to Mo Yang to exchange jerseys.
On the field, many Chinese players also received requests from French players to change their jerseys.
Mbappe wanted to replace Mo Yang, but when he saw Kanter taking the lead, he immediately turned his attention to the second target.
Regarding Bai Lele, Mbappe was shocked today.
He always thought that his speed was the best in football, but he didn't expect that someone who could match him suddenly appeared.
The first time he lost the ball, Bai Lele was stunned by his speed, especially his ability to accelerate in a short period of time, which made Mbappé feel that Bai Lele was slightly better than him.
"Hey! Do you want to change the jersey?" Mbappe came to Bai Lele and said with a shy smile.
But Bai Lele didn't understand French and was confused. It wasn't until Mbappé picked up the jersey and gestured that he understood.
After Mo Yang changed jerseys with Kanter, he looked surprised when he saw Bai Lele and Mbappé standing on the court chatting endlessly.
"When did you learn French?"
But when I got closer and listened, I suddenly had a dark clue in my head. The conversation between the two was simply like a chicken talking to a duck.
"You're so fast! Your body is better than mine too!"
"Yes! Haha! You are fast! Good!"
"Are you in the Premier League?"
"yes! Haha!"
"..."
"yes! yes! Haha!"
"yes!yes!yes!Haha!"
No matter what Mbappe said, Bai Lele, who couldn't understand it at all, was saying YES. The key was that he got a few sentences right.
"Yes, your sister!" Mo Yang couldn't stand it anymore. This bitch was clearly teasing the turtle, so she went up and kicked Bai Lele in the butt.
"Hahaha..." Bai Lele turned around and patted her butt and ran away.
"Yang! You performed really well today! If you hadn't changed in advance, I feel like our last goal would have been missed by you!" Mbappe and Mo Yang walked down the field chatting.
"You're great too, your speed is faster than before!" Mo Yang smiled and didn't want to mention the competition again.
Mbappe saw that Mo Yang was not interested. He felt that Mo Yang felt a little uncomfortable after losing, and left soon after.
"What a hammer! I've never cheated before!" Looking at Mbappé's back, Mo Yang grunted, with a wry smile on his face.
He deliberately reserved those two temporary talents for the World Cup, but he didn't expect that he failed to hold on even though he got caught in the defense.
Alas, after thinking about it, Mo Yang was no longer entangled. He also understood that his manpower would be exhausted.
Football is a team sport, and it cannot be won by simply being stronger.
But overall, today's game still surprised him.
At least there were a lot less low-level mistakes like that in the world preliminaries.
"Lele, do you still know French?"
"That's it! I just learned it last year! Now French is the same as English!"
"What did you and that Mbappe talk about?" Zheng Zhi asked with a curious smile.
"It's nothing! He said that I performed well and ran as fast as a plane, and that he was inferior to me in terms of speed!"
"Well, the French are down-to-earth. I was humble to him and praised him! It's up to everyone to put on the show! As a Chinese, I still maintain the virtue of modesty!" Bai Lele said with all his heart.
Mo Yang trotted over, and when he heard Bai Lele boasting, he kicked him again, and everyone was happy.
Even though they knew this guy was talking nonsense, they still felt very happy.
Next to him, Lippi watched the players chatting and laughing as they returned to the locker room. He laughed. It seemed that he no longer had to worry about the team's mood.
Today's game ended like this, which was also beyond his expectation.
He had no idea that Mo Yang could unite everyone and use his team football tactics so well!
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Beton Bluut All Inclusive Resort.
At this time, the Danish players who had just watched the game between France and China gathered together and were discussing their opponents in the second round.
That is the Chinese team!
"Christian, you have played against Yang many times in the Premier League. You should be the person who knows the Chinese Yang best among all of us. Please tell us about Yang in your impression!" Denmark national team head coach Agger Halled
He said with a solemn expression.
Before the game, Aghared predicted that the Chinese team would lose miserably in this game. His predicted score to the media was 5-0 or 7-0.
But now after watching the game, he just wants to find a toilet and plunge his head into it to wake up. Thinking about what he said to the media, he gets embarrassed.
He never expected that the Chinese team and the French team would play like this. It was so unexpected that it almost caused a huge upset.
The Chinese team, hailed by the media as the weakest in this World Cup, even led France twice.
Although there is a reason for the French team's slow start, the Chinese team's strong defensive counterattack tactics cannot be ignored.
Especially the striker who looked like a bear, whose terrifying speed made Aghared terrified just thinking about it now.
As for the monster midfielder, it was even more terrifying. The terrifying world wave with his feet was like a masterpiece of God, which made his heart ache.
On the defensive end, he made 6 successful interceptions, 4 successful steals, and 7 successful clearances. Such terrifying statistics frightened him. This monster alone defused most of the French team's offensive.
"The biggest characteristic of Yang is that it has no characteristics!"
While Hared was thinking, Erikson spoke with a bitter smile, as if he was reluctant to mention Mo Yang.
"watt?!"
"watt?!"
"Are you kidding? Christian!"
Poulsen and Delaney, who were surrounding Eriksson, had question marks on their faces.
Eriksson did not explain and continued: "The feeling Yang gives me is magical. He seems to be omnipotent and always has countless whimsical ideas in the offense. The feeling he gives me is that you will never be able to do anything."
I want to guess his offensive intentions."
When the words fell, Erikson's words ended here, and he didn't want to say more.
In the Premier League, everyone knows about the big devil Yang, who is a nightmare for midfielders in almost all Premier League clubs.
Even if De Bruyne is so strong, he was kicked by Mo Yang and became a little autistic.
And in this year's Champions League finals, that guy single-handedly defeated the dual-core duo of Real Madrid's Modric and Kroos, and he didn't fall behind at all. It was really scary.
"Man, are you scared?" Poulsen patted Erikson on the shoulder, seemingly not caring about Erikson's words.
Poulsen plays for Red Bull Leipzig. He has absolute confidence in his speed. He feels that he can smash the Chinese team's defense like Mbappe and Dembele.
"Man, Yang is not at Liverpool, and you are not at Tottenham!" Schmeichel reminded looking at the frowning Eriksen.
When Erikson heard this, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to be a little too worried.
It is true that Yang is very strong, but that was in Liverpool!
Eriksen thought of the scene today when Mo Yang spent most of his time on defense and could not devote his energy to organizing the offense. It seemed that he was really dragged down by the team!
But before this thought could make Eriksson feel happy, he suddenly thought of Pogba's miserable appearance today, and the fear suddenly emerged again.
Competing against that guy is a completely devastating blow in all directions. That devil will tear off your confidence bit by bit. It is a torture of the soul until it destroys you!
Seeing Eriksen's ugly expression, Christensen next to him also felt a ray of fear in his heart.
Christensen thought of Mo Yang's nightmarish breakthroughs in the match between Chelsea and Liverpool.
And Na Le, he was once attacked in Chelsea's defense. That kind of speed is desperate!