Prominence in Football Community

The signboard of "Yang Wenlong Football Training Course" is still hanging outside the iron gate. After years of sunshine and rain, the paint on the wooden sign cracked and turned up, and some of the strokes of the words were still unpainted. Just looking at this signboard, one has to doubt the strength of this football training course...

Yang Wenlong and his friend Guo Wei are walking around the stadium round and round on the artificial turf field with black asphalt everywhere.

"...I'll tell you, Lao Yang, it's a pity that you didn't see that game! Xiao Gao's play was absolutely amazing! The AC Milan reserve team was completely silly!"

Yang Wenlong glared at the gleeful Guo Wei who said: "Then you don't want to take a picture! You have recorded the things that refused Sassuolo, why didn't this game?"

Guo Wei was a little embarrassed: "I was thinking about disguising as AC Milan fans and completely forgetting about the video... And I was surrounded by AC Milan fans. If they saw me record Xiao Gao's game, they would not Know what to do to me... I risked my life to cheer Xiao Gao!"

"Well, you can bear it."

"I haven't seen you in two months. I always think that Xiao Gao is stronger than before, and his muscle contours are more obvious... Alas, yes, I have a photo of him. Let me show you if it's long meat." From the inside, take a photo of yourself and Gao Zheng eating in an Italian restaurant.

Yang Wenlong pulled out his reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, gazing at Gao Zheng on the screen of his mobile phone.

"It's even darker... long meat? Didn't see it." After finishing Yang Wenlong threw the phone back to Guo Wei. "You must be wrong, how can it become so easy? He, he still has a long way to go."

"Yes, you are professional, you are right." Guo Wei also did not argue with Yang Wenlong.

"Now should he be there? Is the playoffs finished?" Yang Wenlong asked.

Guo Wei thought about it and said, "It's not yet. When I left, they were sure they broke into the playoffs... But Lao Yang and Sampdoria's first team situation is not very good, they may be relegated. . Will this have a bad impact on Xiaogao’s development?"

Yang Wenlong waved his hand: "I don't know, this is not something we can worry about."

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Gao Zheng pushed open the door of Focaccia's "Sailor's House" and saw at one glance the listless boss Borata lying on the counter.

"Good boss." He greeted himself.

"Hello, high..." Polata's answer was still weak.

Since Sampdoria lost to Genoa 1:2 in the crucial "Beacon Derby", Bolata has always been like this.

Gao Zheng remembers that he and the teammates of the reserve team returned from Milan with the joy of victory, and the next day he heard that the first team had lost to the rival city of Genoa in the relegation battle.

When he went to training the next day, many teammates were in the same state as Polata.

Even the brows of the coaches are tighter than usual.

Then he came here to buy Focacha. The fat boss Borata was like a dead man at the time. His eyes were blind, and the whole person lost his color and became gray.

"We are downgrading!" he said to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng remembered that he still comforted him with two more rounds of the league at the time. Maybe a miracle would happen.

But today it seems that miracles have not happened.

"We lost to Palermo... Gao, we are really downgraded this time!" Polata looked at Gao Zheng, and when he said this, Gao Zheng could even see tears in his eyes Reflective.

After losing to Genoa, Sampdoria scored 36 points, ranked 18th, and Lecce ranked 17th, with 38 points. The difference between the two points is two points. There are two rounds left in the league. It is not entirely impossible. create a miracle.

But in the 37th round of Serie A, which ended just now, Sampdoria lost to Palermo 1:2 at home, and Lecce defeated Bari, who had been relegated, 2-0 away.

With only one round left in the league, they are still ranked eighteenth, but the Lecce difference from the seventeenth has been pulled to five points, which means that no matter what the last round of the league is, it can’t be changed. Sampdoria's fall into the second division.

This time, there was no miracle, Sampdoria was really relegated.

"High, do you know? Sometimes I can't help but think about it-if you are in the first team in the last few games, will we not be relegated..."

Gao Zheng quickly waved his hand: "Think too much, boss. I don't have that much energy alone. Don't think about it, since I have relegated, I will fight for the second league next season and kill it."

Polata seemed to have lost all her faith, but just shook her head and whispered: "To put it bluntly, this relegation, we will lose a lot of players, the team strength will be greatly reduced. Relegation will also have an impact on our finances, there is no way Introducing high-level players... you know, high, relegation is a nightmare for any team."

"I know, boss. But nightmares are always better than sweet dreams."

Gao Zheng's words surprised Polata, and he looked at Gao Zheng in surprise.

Under his gaze, Gao Zheng spread his hands: "If it's just a nightmare, just wake up, the beautiful dream should wake up and cry. This is my summary, do you think it makes sense?"

"Thank you for the joke, Gao..." Polata didn't smile at all.

Then he silently packed the bread into the bag and handed it to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng took the paper bag, said goodbye to the boss Polata, and left here.

Walking on the way home, Gao Zheng didn't know if he was affected by his boss's emotions. He even felt that many people's faces had a bit of worry like the fat boss.

For example, the owner of the fruit stand, sitting there in a daze, letting the customers choose, and did not say hello in the morning.

There is also a little kid who turned around. He was carrying a schoolbag and just looked out of school. His eyes seemed a little red, as if he had just cried.

In addition, some of the passengers on the bus just passing by buried their heads deep in their arms, and others hit his eyes, but they just followed his eyes indifferently, his face lifeless.

...

Gao Zheng suddenly discovered something in this small town that he didn't usually observe.

Those of you who can never see your identity usually seem to have the same identity-Sampdoria fans.

These people walked on the road as if they had lost their souls.

Because of its proximity to Sampdoria's training base, Boriasco is almost always a Sampdoria fan.

Now, this small town seems to have become a dead city, plunged into great sadness and despair.

Gao Zheng has never been a Sampdoria fan, but this emotion that permeates the entire town still impacts his heart.

He wanted to do something for these people, he wanted to bring sunlight back to this town.

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PS, I really didn't expect Colombia and Japan to qualify for the knockout.

I actually hope that Senegal will qualify.

The Japanese team... The last ten minutes of playing were too speechless. When my destiny was not completely in my hands, I chose a very risky way of gambling.

In case Senegal equalized the score later, wouldn’t they be stupid?

In fact, I always hope that Senegal can really even the score and kick the Japanese team out.

No one wants it!

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