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"Beep—!"

Vinovo's first-team training ground sounded a crisp whistle.

With the sound of the whistle, the technical coach Massimo Carrera kicked the football sideways, and Giovinco, wearing a training vest, rushed up and volleyed the ball without stopping, kicking the football towards the goal.

The football drew an obvious arc in the air and went straight to the upper right corner of the goal. It was obviously a very nice shot.

But when the football was about to fly into the goal, it was shot by one hand!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Qiao Wenke yelled, holding his head in his hands, regretting that he didn't score a goal with such an awesome shot.

The person who saved his shot rolled on the ground and got up, then grinned at Giovinco: "Sebastian, you can't do this, keep working hard!"

Giovinco was very depressed. He turned his head and looked at the head coach assistant coach Angelo Alessio on the sidelines: "Coach..."

Alessio was also speechless, he turned to look at the coach Conte beside him.

Conte reluctantly waved to the big man in front of the goal: "Buffon, come down, Storari, you go to guard the goal."

Hearing this arrangement, Buffon was dumbfounded. He spread his hands: "Why, coach?"

"This is shooting training, not goalkeeping training! So far the striker hasn't scored a single kick! No matter how much you pounce, I'm afraid the strikers will lose confidence!" Conte said angrily.

There was a burst of laughter on the training ground.

Amidst the roar of laughter, Buffon ran down obediently,

And his substitute Marco Storari stood in front of the goal wearing gloves.

The teammates talked a lot: "Gigi (gigi, the nickname of Buffon's name Gianlouis gian1uigi) is in such a good state, it's the first time I've seen him keep us clean in training..."

"Maybe it has something to do with the Chinese?"

"You mean tall? It looks like Gigi wants to teach that arrogant kid a lesson!"

"Meeting Jiji who is in such a good condition, that kid is really unlucky, hehe!"

"I suddenly felt a little pity for that kid..."

"What's so pitiful? Didn't he ask for it? It's inexplicable to lock the top scorer twenty-five rounds in advance. Is it true that we have no one in Serie A? It's just against AC Milan and Genoa. It’s just a few extra goals, it’s not that I’m saying that the current AC Milan has a false name, what kind of giants it is... let alone Genoa, the so-called ‘Lighthouse Derby’ is nothing more than pecking at each other..."

"That's right! When the time comes, let him see what a real rich family in Serie A looks like!"

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After the training, Buffon was surrounded by reporters outside the training base: "Gigi! The next game is against Sampdoria. Let's talk about highs. He is now the top scorer! And you only Conceded eleven goals, the goalkeeper who has conceded the fewest goals so far..."

Buffon shook his head and smiled honestly: "I conceded less goals because of the whole team, not me alone. Defense depends on the whole. If the whole is not good, it is useless to rely on the goalkeeper alone."

"What do you think of the confrontation between you and Gao..."

"I am looking forward to this game, but this is not a duel between me and Gao. Any game is not a duel between two people. I think this simplification is not enough to respect other participating players."

When Buffon answered reporters' questions, he always had a gentle and honest smile on his face. Coupled with his stubble, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged uncle. But absolutely no one will forget how mighty his figure standing in front of the goal is because of his harmless image of humans and animals. Forwards with poor psychological quality will feel soft when they see him shoot.

It is such a simple and honest uncle who is a goal-line legend in the world football.

After Buffon patiently answered everyone's questions, he waved goodbye to the reporters.

Looking at his back, the reporters had a consensus—it was Gao Zheng's misfortune to have such an opponent. He would definitely not be able to score in two consecutive rounds. And when he misfires, it is estimated that Sampdoria will find it difficult to retreat from the Juventus Arena.

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As soon as Gao Zheng finished training, he was blocked by reporters.

"Gao, the next game is against Juventus. Is this a problem for you?"

Gao Zheng was very surprised: "Troubled? No. Why?"

"You haven't scored a goal in one round, and the next..."

Gao Zheng interrupted him with a smile: "Scare me for a day, look at your tone, I thought I didn't score in ten rounds of the league, so there was only one round? Isn't it normal not to score in one round?"

"Is it normal to not score in two league rounds?" A reporter challenged him.

"certainly."

"What about three rounds?"

"It's also normal." How could Gao Zheng not know what the reporters meant, but he was as calm as water and said in a very sincere tone.

"Are you sure?" Even the reporter was confused by such a calm Gao Zheng, so he asked.

"Of course, what else?" Gao Zheng spread his hands, "Isn't it normal to not score in three league rounds? Let alone three rounds, what's the big deal if you don't score in four or five league rounds? If it's just If you haven't scored in three rounds of the league, it's not normal, then sorry, there are too many abnormal strikers in this league-I don't agree with this argument, but this conclusion is drawn according to your rules, so if Anyone who feels offended, and if there's a debt to be paid, please go to this reporter."

Gao Zheng said while pointing at the reporter who made trouble: "Excuse me, where are you from?"

The other party didn't expect Gao Zheng's operation to be so coquettish, and completely misinterpreted his meaning. He kept a dark face and said nothing. Obviously, he still remembered the tragic experience of the reporter of "Trade Courier" Kiorno-Gao Zheng said what he said. , He never answered any interviews with Kiorno, even if the latter asked him to answer by name.

He was afraid that his newspaper would also be blacklisted.

As a result, at this moment, someone next to him suddenly shouted loudly: "It's from the "Turin Sports Gazette!"

Gao Zheng gave him a thumbs up and said in Italian, "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" The man had a satisfied smile on his face after helping others.

The Turin reporter turned around and glared at him, only to find that it was a Chinese reporter. After seeing his gaze, the Chinese reporter greeted him: "Hello, Chinese reporter Wang Yixing."

The Turin reporter ignored him.

He doesn't have time to talk about it now, he has to explain this matter clearly, and these colleagues don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement!

So he said to Gao Zheng: "You know what I mean. I only ask because you claim to have reserved the Golden Boot. For a player who wants to be the top scorer, is it normal not to score in three rounds? You know Now it is only two goals ahead of Shalawi and three goals ahead of Cavani."

"Excuse me, Mr. Torino Sports reporter. Even if I only score one more goal than the second place, I am still the first. And I think Mr. reporter, you have overlooked the most important point ——If I can't guarantee to score every round of the league, what about others? Can others? Is it not normal that they don't score when I don't score? Are you struggling with What's the point if I don't score in one game, or even two?"

The Turin reporter was a little embarrassed.

Because this matter was indeed his fault, he originally said this with the mentality of finding fault, intending to provoke Gao Zheng and make him say irrational words in order to create a big news.

As a result, Gao Zheng beat him repeatedly, which made him a little bit embarrassed now.

He had no choice but to snort, forcibly regaining his dignity and said: "Speaking so much, you are just looking for reasons for your failure in advance! Of course it is normal not to score goals. If it is so normal, why do you book the Golden Boot in advance? Don't you know that this seems too arrogant..."

Gao Zheng interrupted him: "No, you made a mistake, Mr. Reporter. I said that it is normal not to score in a few games, but it does not mean that I can't get the Golden Boot. As I said, I will definitely get the Golden Boot , then I am determined, whether you believe it or not. I am not arrogant, I just have confidence in myself. I have 200 points of strength, why do I say only 100 points, just to please you Do you like it? I'm sorry you may not know me well enough, I'm not such a person. "

Then Gao Zheng stopped looking at him, but said to the reporters around him: "Everyone knows that I was trained and played in Wismara, and everyone knows that I have suffered serious injuries and the Milan laboratory. Misdiagnosed, I even wanted to give up football at one point. That was the low point of my life, the absolute low point. I was devastated and disheartened. I doubted my talent, doubted the path I chose to go in the first place. In order not to rot in the mud Come on, I changed my way to face the world - I promise you never saw so many smiles on my face before."

Having said that, Gao Zheng grinned brightly and sincerely.

"Why do I love to laugh so much? Do I still cry if I don't laugh? Since then, my mood has improved a lot. No matter how difficult it is, I will pass it with a smile, right? Facing the world with a playful smile, you will find this The world doesn't seem so cruel anymore..."

The reporters were all dumbfounded, including Wang Yixing, Lu Bing, and Frécello, who were usually familiar with Gao Zheng, and they were surprised to find that they had never understood Gao Zheng... because they had never heard these words before. Never heard of it.

More people didn't understand why Gao Zheng suddenly started talking about his mental journey. Even in the original interview with Frécello, he didn't talk so deeply about past setbacks.

The voice recorder that was turned on, the camera function of the mobile phone, and the video camera were not turned off, faithfully recording the scene in front of him.

As for the Turin reporter, he completely forgot to speak.

"I thought that if I smiled and faced the world, I would be treated kindly by the world. To be honest... most of the time, it is true. For example, I came to Genoa and joined Sampdoria. I met here like My fans, coaches, teammates, and the president of the club, they all like me. I thought the whole world was like this, but recently I suddenly found out that it is not like this. When I am attacked by others, I will be attacked if I fight back. I think it’s lack of grace, and no one cares whether the person who attacks me is graceful. So in fact, I’ve been mistaken about one thing before—for people who like me, I should smile at them.”

Gao Zheng smiled.

"But I can't make everyone like me. What about those who don't like me? Do I have to smile and maintain my demeanor? I think..." He tilted his head and frowned, and after thinking for a second, he said, "I think Got it, fuck it, I, Gao Zheng, am such a dick."

He suddenly swears, which is very rare for Gao Zheng.

"I was so good in the AC Milan youth training camp, and now I am so good in the adult team. I scored 16 goals in the 18th round of the league; I scored 4 goals for AC Milan in San Siro, the first in 83 years. People; I scored 20 goals and 14 assists last season when I played less than a third of the league... I have already performed like this, why do I still have to do it to people who don’t like me? Pretending to be grandchildren? Just to protect their fragile darlings and make them feel better?"

The reporters were dumbfounded in the face of such a boastful Gao Zheng. Even though what Gao Zheng said was true, they still felt shocked when he said it so bluntly...

"So what should I do? I can do whatever I want, and for those who don't like me, I have only one sentence: The mountain is there. Whether you like it or not, the mountain is there."

After Gao Zheng finished speaking, he let out a long breath, and seemed to spit out the stale breath that had been accumulated in his heart since he was seriously injured: "Excellent!"

Then he pushed aside the crowd and left.

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