We made you the King of Prisoners, and now you've become the King of Football?

Just as Yardin had said in the locker room.

Marseille launched an immediate attack as soon as they kicked off, pressing forward with all their players.

The Marseille die-hards in the stands, seeing their team's fierce attack, immediately started waving flags and cheering.

When it comes to fan culture, Marseille's die-hard fans rank among the best in Europe.

As the team from France's second-largest city and the only Ligue 1 team to have won the Champions League, Marseille is the only home team in the eyes of the locals.

The roar of the 43,000 spectators nearly blew the roof off Velodrom.

The manager of Marseille at the time was Michel González.

During his playing career, he was Real Madrid's legendary number 8. After retiring and becoming a coach, he also played for La Liga teams.

He successfully took over as coach of Marseille this August.

At this moment, Michel, sporting dark circles under his eyes, was passionately directing his team from the sidelines.

The day before the match, he had sent scouts to gather information about Monaco's training.

As a result, because Monaco held a closed training session, the scouts got nothing and had to slink back home.

This forced him to stay up all night, watching Monaco's latest tactical videos.

He was particularly interested in that young Chinese player who had recently been hyped up by the media.

Michelle wondered to herself: Could it be that Monaco is really full of geniuses?

He watched the Monaco vs. Anderlecht match at double speed.

Jiang Ming's performance after he came on the field surprised him. He thought Monaco had really found some treasure.

He then asked his assistant coach to find all of Jiang Ming's U19 match videos, and what he found was quite shocking.

In his two-year U19 career, he only made four appearances, two of which were as a substitute. His performance in the most recent U19 match was the only one worth watching.

Is this...is this the same person?

Michel was almost laughing in anger. So all that he stayed up half the night was to study such a mediocre player?

He doesn't believe any player can transform overnight.

Skills like ball games don't improve overnight without consistent training.

Do you think you're Ronaldinho?

So Michel made a direct judgment: this Chinese guy is just a gimmick that Monaco is using to sell jerseys.

……

Less than three minutes into the game, Marseille's attacking midfielder Cabella unleashed a powerful shot from the edge of the penalty area.

Fortunately, Subasic made a brilliant save, and Monaco narrowly escaped disaster.

Michel, standing on the sidelines, nodded to himself. His team was in good form, and their opening three moves had indeed had some effect.

Logically speaking, Cabella shouldn't have had this shooting opportunity.

But I don't know what that old bastard Jardim was thinking. He not only started a Chinese kid, but he also made him play in the attacking midfield position and not track back to defend.

This left Monaco's defense wide open at the edge of the penalty area, giving Cabella that opening to shoot.

Michelle glanced at Yardin not far away, but seeing no sign of panic on his face, she immediately felt a little bored.

Before Michel could think further, the game reached the 7th minute.

Near the center circle, Moutinho was surrounded by three Marseille players.

Just as possession was about to be lost, Moutinho calmly passed the ball forward.

In such a small, enclosed space, he still managed to find a way to get the ball out and catch it.

Michelle shook her head inwardly: The ball was passed out, but there was no one there to receive it, so it was all for nothing...

The moment he finished thinking those words, he saw the pass land right at Jiang Ming's feet.

"Huh?" Michelle was taken aback. "When did this guy get there?"

He turned to look at the assistant coach beside him.

The assistant coach scratched his head, a little confused: "It seems like he moved as soon as Moutinho was double-teamed, but he didn't run; he just strolled over there leisurely..."

Did you walk there?

Michelle frowned.

Could it be that a blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse?

……

On the field, Jiang Ming passed the ball to Bakayoko on the right wing, and the pale gold running line reappeared in his field of vision.

Most of his attention was focused on Bakayoko, who was advancing with the ball.

While glancing at the golden thread out of the corner of his eye, he slowly moved his body in the direction indicated.

Bakayoko charged down the right flank, evading two defenders before making a cutback pass.

Jiang Ming happened to stroll to the top of the arc at that moment and received the ball comfortably at his feet.

However, the shooting angle from that position was blocked by Marseille's defenders.

Jiang Ming didn't force a shot, but instead delivered a delicate lob pass to the far post on the left wing.

Coentrao made a rapid run forward and took a shot without stopping the ball.

The ball flew straight towards Marseille's goal.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, goalkeeper Mandanda tipped the ball over the crossbar with his fingertips.

Monaco only managed one corner kick.

"What a pity!" Jardim pumped his fist on the sidelines. "That ball almost went in."

Michelle, on the other hand, had her brows furrowed tightly.

He couldn't quite understand how Monaco had executed this attack; every step seemed perfectly logical.

That final shot posed a significant threat to Marseille.

"What the hell?" Michelle scratched her head.

Could it be that I stayed up all night watching videos and my brain just isn't working properly today?

He stared intently at the players on the field, determined to see what was going on.

The match has reached the 12th minute.

Marseille launched a breakthrough down the right flank, and right-back De Yedeye, before the defenders could close him down, made a haphazard diagonal pass, lobbing the ball into Monaco's penalty area.

Brazilian center-back Wallace, only 20 years old, lacked experience on the field and hastily stretched out his foot to clear the ball.

The ball didn't go far and landed right at Alessandrini's feet on the edge of the penalty area.

Alexandrini met the ball without making any adjustments and unleashed a powerful shot.

Before Subasic could react, the ball had already gone into the net!

The Velodrome Stadium erupted in cheers.

"Yes!!" Michelle pumped her fist in celebration, inwardly praising her own tactical plan.

Monaco's attack is all bluff; only when their own team scores a goal do they truly succeed.

"This is not good! Marseille's pressure is too good. Wallace is under too much pressure, and his clearance has turned into an own goal assist." Commentator Liu Teng paused.

"In the 12th minute, the score is 1-0, Marseille takes the lead!"

The Marseille players on the field are celebrating passionately.

The Monaco players, however, did not lose heart as a result.

Don't be discouraged, keep trying.

Even Wallace, who conceded a goal due to a clearance error, only received a pat on the head from captain Moutinho; no one blamed him.

Jiang Ming was still standing near the center line, hovering around the offside line.

Strictly follow the instructions given to him by Yardin: do not defend and create threats as much as possible.

Referee Tilpan confirmed the goal was valid, pointed to the center circle, and blew the whistle to resume play.

After the kickoff, Monaco continued with their previous style of play and did not lose their composure despite conceding a goal.

This made Michel look at him with new respect.

Before we knew it, the game had reached the 18th minute.

Coentrao was fouled on the left wing, giving Monaco a free kick in the attacking third.

After he got up, he immediately launched a quick attack, and the ball rolled to Jiang Ming's feet at the top of the arc.

Jiang Ming instantly swung his leg, preparing to shoot.

Marseille's left-back, Benjamin Mendy, immediately rushed up to try and block his shooting route.

Mendy stood with his hands behind his back, ready to be hit by the ball.

As a result, after Jiang Ming swung his leg, he gently poked the ball to the right wing with the outside of his foot.

"Why isn't he knocking on the door at this point?"

After a moment of confusion, Mendy was startled and realized he had lost his place.

"This guy actually faked a shot and then passed it?!"

Monaco's right-back, Almamy Touré, made a rapid run forward from the far post.

After receiving the ball, he took a powerful dribble, shaking off the Marseille defenders and facing the goalkeeper directly.

With a gentle push, the ball easily nestled into the net!

"1-1!!" Liu Teng's voice rose instantly.

"Monaco takes a quick free kick in the attacking third! Jiang Ming selflessly sets up the ball! Toure makes a late run and scores! Just 6 minutes later, Monaco has equalized!"

"Jiang Ming has created another goal! This is his first assist in Ligue 1!"

On the field, Toure slid to his knees at the corner flag, celebrating the goal wildly.

Jiang Ming stood aside, spreading his hands and leisurely circling the baseline, as if what he had just done was nothing more than a trivial matter.

"Is this kid really that pretentious?"

Marseille fans in the stands gave Jiang Mingqi the middle finger in unison, a gesture of encouragement.