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Palin was able to stand up to boost morale after the first goal, but this time, he himself fell into deep confusion.

"Strange..." he murmured.

He felt more and more familiar with that tall figure, but he couldn't remember why it was so familiar.

While Palin was stupefied, Genoa reserve team coach Corradi had already made adjustments.

Now that the Sampdoria reserve team has just equalized the score, their morale must be soaring. This is their home court, and they will definitely not accept the result of a draw under such circumstances, so in the next game, they will definitely attack with all their strength .

And this is an opportunity for the Genoa reserve team.

As long as you shrink your defense and play a defensive counterattack, you will definitely be able to wait for the opportunity to counterattack. When the time comes to kill them at Sampdoria's home court, it must be very exciting!

So he called the captain of the game, Andre Doninelli, to the sidelines to teach him the opportunity.

Next, Doninelli will convey the latest instructions of the head coach to other teammates.

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The Sampdoria fans in the stands were teasing Clariant Moretti: "Clariant, what did you say was the weakness of that tall guy?"

Clariant spread his hands: "I don't remember!"

There was a burst of pleasant laughter from the stands: "Hahahahaha!!"

From falling behind by two goals to recovering two goals, their mood is very good now.

"The boys in the reserve team are really full of energy. They are completely different from the stars of the first team. We should really let the first team players stay in the reserve team for a while!" Someone said angrily.

"Hey, don't think about unpleasant things at this time."

"There will be a first-team match tomorrow afternoon. I still have hope. I don't believe that we, who were fourth last season, will really be able to be in the second division next season. Hey!"

The conversation soon turned to the first team.

In a football club, the first team is the most important thing, it is the focus of everyone's attention.

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"Genoa has shrunk its defense. Does this mean it wants to keep the tie?" On the sidelines, Casirio, the assistant coach of the Sampdoria reserve team, was puzzled.

"No, they want to defend and counterattack." Bruni said.

Cacilio raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "There are still twenty minutes..."

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After Gao Zheng had a goal and an assist, he was even more heavily defended.

When he passed the football, he heard an exclamation, and then relying on his body's sensitivity to fouls-this may be the only benefit that the serious injury brought to his body that year-he jumped up.

Still, he was a little slower. Something got caught on his spikes and almost made him lose his balance. Fortunately, he just staggered after landing and did not fall to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Sanpeiro, the teammate closest to him, rushed over and yelled behind him: "Jelenic, what the hell are you trying to do!"

Gao Zheng turned around and saw Jelenic fell to the ground, maintaining a tackle posture.

He spread his hands and said to the angry Sanpetro: "I went for the ball..."

The boos of the Sampdoria fans also sounded in the stands. The fans were very dissatisfied with Jelenic's action just now, a tackle from the side and rear.

Considering that this is a lighthouse derby, even if it is the lighthouse derby of the reserve team, the intensity is not weaker than that of the general professional league. Before this, the two sides have received a total of five yellow cards. The referee of this game, Mir Co Manjalardi took a yellow card from his pocket and signaled Jelenic to get up.

Jelenic got up from the ground and defended himself innocently: "I really went for the ball,

I didn't touch him, you see he's still standing still..." He pointed at Gao Zheng.

More Sampdoria players surrounded him: "What does your action mean, you know it in your heart!"

The Genoa players also rushed up to save their teammates, separating him from the Sampdoria players.

There was a little conflict between the two sides.

Masi didn't trouble Jelenic, but cared about Gao Zheng: "Are you okay?"

Ever since he knew that Gao Zheng's left foot had been sentenced to death, he had paid special attention to Gao Zheng's left foot, even more than Gao Zheng himself...

Gao Zheng shook his head: "It's okay. He just rubbed against my shoe studs, it doesn't count as touching me..."

Marcy frowned: "How can you speak for that bastard?"

"Seek truth from facts." Gao Zheng smiled.

Ma Xi thought that Gao Zheng had taken the initiative to admit to the coach and the sports manager the hidden dangers of his left foot before signing with the team, and suddenly felt that the devil was a bit careless: "It depends on the person to be honest. You are honest with a bastard like Jelenic. It will only hurt you in the end!"

Gao Zheng pointed to the yellow card in the referee's hand: "He is about to get a card, I hope this will calm him down."

Marcy pouted: "I hope..."

From what he knew of Jelenic, he felt that this was completely impossible. But since Gao Zheng trusts others so sincerely, he seems ashamed to pour cold water on the kind and simple Gao Zheng...

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No matter how Jelenic explained, he still got a yellow card.

Jelenic had to keep waving his arms to the referee, expressing his dissatisfaction with rich and exaggerated body language.

He was really dissatisfied, he didn't cause Gao Zheng any harm, but instead got himself a yellow card, which he felt was a loss.

And because of this yellow card, he had to be more careful in the next game. Now that he has been on the referee's attention list, at this time, he can only keep a low profile.

He looked at Gao Zheng.

It's really cheap this kid...

But you're lucky only once, big idiot.

Next time, don't try to escape!

Before the game's over, get ready to cry and roll off the pitch, asshole!

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After the game restarted for a while, Gao Zheng pulled out of the penalty area and withdrew to the midfield. He swung his head to look left and right, and he was still in Sturaro's defense zone. The midfielder kept staring at him, but he didn't stick it, otherwise there would be a gap behind him.

Seeing this scene, Gao Zheng turned his attention to other places. He was looking for someone.

When he saw Jelenic, he smiled and ran over slowly.

Gao Zheng, who ran over, didn't ask his teammates for the ball immediately, but kept swaying in front of Jelenic's eyes while observing the situation on the field.

After a few minutes, he raised his hand to his teammates as the football was passed this way.

After the football was passed, Gao Zheng didn't pass the football immediately, nor did he intend to take the ball forward. He stopped the football and looked up to observe the situation on the field. He seemed hesitant, not knowing where to pass the football.

Jelenic took this opportunity to lean in, looking cautious.

This time he didn't come up, but he just shoveled, because he still remembered that he had a yellow card...

But watching Gao Zheng look up and observe, completely ignoring the football under his feet, he still felt a little itchy-isn't this a good opportunity to steal the ball?

Those Sampdoria players seem to trust this big stupid guy. When he got the ball, there was no one close to him to respond. If I can snatch the ball from his feet, wouldn't I have a great chance of taking the lead by launching a counterattack directly?

Once this idea formed in Jelenic's mind, it was hard to suppress it.

Thinking of this, Jelenic glanced at Gao Zheng, and found that the other party turned his head to look at the sidewalk.

Chance!

Jelenic stabbed the football with his foot.

But just as his foot was stretched out, Gao Zheng, who seemed indifferent to the football under his feet, suddenly passed the football horizontally with the inside of his right foot, and he jumped up the moment the pass was over.

At this time, Jelenic's foot also poked over and touched the toe of Gao Zheng's right foot.

At the same time, a scream sounded in Jelenic's ear.

When he came back to his senses, he found that stupid big man lying in front of him, covering his right foot with his hands, his brows were twisted into a Roman numeral III, and his expression was very painful...

He froze, what's going on?

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Sanpetro raised his arms again and roared loudly.

Ma Xi rushed to Gao Zheng who fell on the ground.

The rest of the Sampdoria players pounced on Jelenic again.

At the same time, harsh boos from the Sampdoria fans sounded in the stands.

There are short whistles among the boos.

The referee Manjalardi blew his whistle and ran to the scene of the accident to separate the players from both sides.

Sanpeiro yelled at him: "That bastard has done it several times! He did it on purpose! Mr. Referee, obviously he didn't take your warning seriously!"

Ma Xi, who jumped in front of Gao Zheng, grabbed his arm: "How are you, your left foot is fine!" His voice was trembling.

Gao Zheng also grabbed Marcy's arm with his backhand: "Take it easy, Alberto, you're pinching me..."

"Where does it hurt? Is it the left foot?" Marcy became even more flustered, and the hand holding Gao Zheng's arm was even harder.

"Of course it's the arm you pinched..." Gao Zheng gasped, frowning and saying in pain.

Anyone who saw this scene would feel that Gao Zheng suffered a very serious foul.

Off the field, the Sampdoria reserve team coach Bruni also stood up from his seat and raised two fingers to the field: "Twice! Twice in a row!"

He is reminding the referee.

Marcy was stunned: "Arm? Where's your left foot?"

"What left foot?" Gao Zheng looked confused.

"Jelenic... That bastard, didn't he shovel you?" Marcy was even more puzzled.

"Yes, he touched the sole of my shoe, but it wasn't the left foot, it was the sole of the right foot... Alberto, help me see if the referee intends to play a card?" Gao Zheng lay on the ground, Did not look up.

Macy's mind was confused, but he obediently looked up at the referee.

With one hand, Manjalardi disperses the players from both sides in front of him, and with the other hand, he reaches for the back pocket of his shorts...

"I'm going to draw my cards..."

"Okay, pull me up, slow down."

"Still waiting for the team doctor?"

"Farewell, when the team doctor comes up, I have to follow him to the end..." Gao Zheng was about to get up by himself.

Seeing this, Marcy quickly supported him and pulled him up.

As soon as he got up, Gao Zheng saw two cards in the referee's hand, one yellow and one red.

Jelenic will get a second yellow card for what he just did, and then two yellow cards combined into a red card - he is sent off!

Jelenic desperately explained to the referee: "I really didn't touch him! I really really didn't touch him!"

Then he saw Gao Zheng standing up, pointed at him and said to the referee: "He's a flop! You see he's fine! I just want to grab the ball..."

Gao Zheng ignored him, lowered his head and moved his right foot slowly, as if he was observing the condition of his kicked right foot.

The referee Koman Jalaldi said to Jelenic without looking back: "This is the second time in a row, you don't need to explain, go down and calm down!"

Then he issued a yellow card first, then a red card, and sent Jelenic off the field!

"Are you okay?" Marcy asked Gao Zheng with concern, not caring much about Jelenic's fate.

But Gao Zheng returned him a smiling face: "Of course it's okay, I said it, he just rubbed on the sole of my shoe."

Looking at Gao Zheng's smile, listening to what he said, and thinking about his series of reactions just now, something suddenly stirred up in Alberto Maci's mind. He covered his mouth and lowered his voice and said, "You ...Flopping?!"

Gao Zheng frowned: "Hey, he did kick me."

"But it's just until..."

"Yes, I look weak." Gao Zheng smiled.

Marcy opened his mouth involuntarily, and he suddenly realized a problem:

I'm so stupid, yes I'm so stupid.

I actually forgot that Gao was the Great Demon King, and how could the Great Demon King be a good stubble?

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PS, the two games last night, the most worth mentioning is of course the game between Argentina and Iceland.

I thought Ronaldo's hat-trick would stimulate Messi to perform better. Isn't that what the two of them have done in the club these years?

But I forgot, the Argentine national team is not Barcelona...

I won't talk about the result of the game, I can only say that Messi's psychological endurance is really a cliché.

It's also a penalty kick. If Ronaldo can score, he kicked a goalkeeper's favorite angle. This is by no means a problem of ability, it is a psychological problem.

I thought about it and thought it should be like this:

Cristiano Ronaldo has been scolded a lot since his debut. He was scolded for flopping at Manchester United and for his fancy moves. In the 2006 World Cup, he was scolded by the media all over England for blinking his eyes. Later, when he moved to Real Madrid, he was constantly scolded under the direct competition with Messi, especially when the number of golden goals was far behind Messi, he was ridiculed for "forcibly double pride". Getting three votes was also ridiculed as "Luo San votes"... As a penalty shooter, he was called "Qiu Yu" for scoring too many penalty kicks, insinuating that Ronaldo was given too many penalties by Messi, the king of the ball Goals——As a result, when it comes to penalty kicks in the World Cup, Ronaldo scored and Messi didn't. Can anyone say that penalty kicks are nothing special? Bearing pressure is also an ability that must be mastered as a top star.

Perhaps it was the uninterrupted scolding and ridicule that made C Luo Shengsheng develop a heart like steel.

And Messi has been praised by thousands of people since his debut, held in the palm of Barcelona, ​​let Ronaldinho protect him and teach him, and finally make room for him... This road may be too smooth, but let him in Not so tough and stubborn in the face of extreme pressure.

Compared with Ronaldo, he is loved by thousands of people, the world treats him too well, so fate is too cruel to him...

In fact, there is still a lot to say, such as Iceland.

But I thought about it, let's put it in the official account, too much here will affect everyone's reading. So in the future, just put it on the official account and forget it. After all, after it is put on the shelf, it is still mentioned in the chapter, but it will be charged. Just say a few words in the chapter...

So don’t forget to add my WeChat public account: linhaitingtao11, named “Linhai Tingtao Pavilion”. If possible, I would like to write an article about my impressions of watching the World Cup every day—of course, the premise is that it does not affect my normal novel writing. After all, after the World Cup begins, my manuscripts are already in jeopardy...

The forecast for today's game will be updated at 5 pm, thank you.