Prominence in Football Community

On the second day of the reserve game, Bruni gave the team a day off.

Gao Zheng fell asleep and slept until he woke up naturally before getting up from the bed.

But in fact, he didn’t sleep too late. Now that he returned to the professional team, after normal training, his biological clock has returned to its previous state. Even if he occasionally sleeps in, he won’t wake up too late. At most, he wakes up later than usual half an hour.

After waking up, Gao Zheng had a simple breakfast, and according to the memo posted on the refrigerator, he planned to go out to buy some simple daily necessities, as well as tomorrow's breakfast. A person has to rely on himself for everything. Gao Zheng's self-reliance ability has been honed when he was playing football in AC Milan. Whether it is cooking, cleaning, or cleaning the room, he will do it by himself without bothering others.

Gao Zheng, who was wearing casual clothes, went to the small supermarket to buy some daily necessities and ingredients. The basil green sauce in the refrigerator should be replenished, and the frozen steak and fish were almost finished. After buying these things, he went to a focaccia bakery he frequented to buy tomorrow's breakfast.

Focaccia () is actually vanilla olive oil bread in Italian. It is a very common bread in northern Italy and a specialty of Genoa.

This kind of bread is soft and soft when you bite it at the first bite, but you can feel the tenacity of the meal when you chew it. It can be paired with cheese or ham, and it is relatively inexpensive.

Gao Zheng usually uses it for breakfast, with a few fried eggs, juice, milk, fruit, steak... A solid and nutritious breakfast is fine.

Because of the need to build muscle and gain weight, and athletes exercise more than ordinary people, the weight of Gao Zheng's meal is also larger than that of ordinary people, and he must ensure that his meals contain protein and meat.

The focaccia bakery that Gao Zheng often goes to is very close to his rented house, just one street away.

In fact, there is a family downstairs, and there are more than one or two on this street, and there are many more in the surrounding area.

In Genoa, focaccia is almost like a bun shop in northern China, it can be seen everywhere.

Since Gao Zheng lived here, he has eaten all the nearby focaccias, and only then found one that he thinks has the best taste and taste as his "long-term supplier" for breakfast.

In fact, Gao Zheng also ate focaccia when he was playing football in AC Milan. But I have to say that Genoa is worthy of being the birthplace of this kind of food, and any small shop can make it better than Milan.

When Gao Zheng walked to the focaccia bakery called "Sailor's House" he often went to, he saw the fat boss Emmanuel Borata behind the counter in a daze.

"Good morning, boss." He walked in to say hello.

"Good morning, Chinese boy." Borata's voice was not very energetic.

"I want four kilograms of cheese focaccia." Gao Zheng raised four fingers.

But Borata didn't immediately respond to him.

"boss?"

"Ah? Sorry, four kilograms of cheese focaccia, right? Okay, wait a minute..." Borat finally came to his senses, and began to fill Gao Zheng with focaccia from the cabinet.

Gao Zheng watched the boss neatly packed the things he wanted, and asked, "Is the boss in any trouble?"

"Ah, no..."

"Then why are you feeling restless?"

"I'm thinking about going to the game this afternoon... Here, your four kilograms of cheese focaccia." Borata handed the things to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng knew that the owner of Borata was a Sampdoria fan, and he could tell from the name of the store—at first Gao Zheng thought it was a fan bar when he saw the name, which almost made him miss this bar. Best tasting focaccia shop.

But in fact, Borata has never talked with Gao Zheng about him being a fan. The communication between the two is limited to the normal coach between the boss and the customer. Gao Zheng buys focaccia from him.

He is responsible for collecting money and delivering goods. But sometimes he would stand behind the counter wearing a Sampdoria jersey, so Gao Zheng knew he was a Sampdoria fan.

Borata didn't ask Gao Zheng what he did, so until now, Borata didn't know that the Chinese boy who often came to his store to buy focaccia was actually a player of the Sampdoria reserve team.

Gao Zheng also thought sometimes, if he told the boss his identity, would there be a discount for buying focaccia in the future...

But he still didn't reveal his identity.

"Does the boss have tickets?" Gao Zheng asked.

"I'm a season ticket holder!" Borata said with pride.

"Then why don't you go and see?"

"Uh..." Borata was a little embarrassed, because Gao Zheng's rhetorical question made him feel that he was not very religious...

But Gao Zheng's eyes widened, looking at him curiously, waiting for him to give an explanation.

He sighed: "I came to watch the game, not to be angry. During this time, we played too badly..."

Gao Zheng suddenly realized.

The performance of Sampdoria's first team is indeed not very good. Even if Gao Zheng doesn't care much about the first team, he still hears about it from time to time. This shows how difficult the situation of Sampdoria's first team is now.

It is said that before the winter break, Sampdoria was still ranked ninth in Serie A, but now Sampdoria has fallen to fifteenth, and the next nine rounds of the league will have to fight for relegation.

Gao Zheng was about to go home. Before leaving, he said to the boss who was still struggling: "Let's go to the scene, boss. The more this happens, the more the team needs the support of the fans."

He thought of the "Lighthouse Derby" between the reserve teams yesterday, the feeling that the stands were full and empty was different.

After Gao Zheng left, Borata finally realized that he forgot to ask the Chinese boy what he was doing here. There is no university in Boriasco town, so this young man should not be an international student.

I heard that he speaks Italian fluently and basically has no accent. He should be someone who has stayed here for a long time.

Is it in Chinatown?

But Chinatown is in Genoa, not in Boriasco...

Borata still doesn't know the origin of the Chinese boy.

But he recalled what the Chinese boy said before he left, and made a decision in his heart.

Regardless of the result of the game in the afternoon, let's go to the scene to watch the game.

He's a season ticket holder, how can he leave his seat in Ferraris Field empty?

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At noon, Gao Zheng made steak and pasta with basil green sauce by himself at home. Because there is no training today, the portion is not too much, but for ordinary people, Gao Zheng's appetite is still not small.

After lunch, Gao Zheng planned to watch TV at home and not go anywhere—he was already planning to use the salary of the reserve team to buy a game console to pass the time when he was not training.

Just then, his cell phone rang, and it was Alberto Massi.

"Hey, Alberto. You're calling at this time. Are you going to invite me to lunch? Then you should have called earlier. Unfortunately, I've already eaten..."

"What, I'm here to play with you."

"You want to play with me?"

"To be precise, I took you to play. You have been in Genoa for two months, right? As a landlord, I haven't taken you to the streets and alleys of Genoa. I think it's my negligence."

"Hey, don't be so enthusiastic, Alberto..." In fact, Gao Zheng didn't want to go out.

"You're welcome, it's my honor to serve the Great Demon King!"

Gao Zheng rolled his eyes, and really wanted to hang up the call of the sophomore boy.

"But you already took me shopping, the nightclub that night..."

"That's a nightclub! Can it be compared with Genoa, which has a long history and tradition? And it's night, what can you see at night? It's all dark outside! Well, come down quickly!" Marci insisted .

"Come down?"

"Come to the window."

Gao Zheng moved to the bed with his mobile phone, and saw a small red car parked downstairs. Alberto Marci was leaning on the small car, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and pointing the other hand to the window by the window. He kept waving.

"Come down and take you for a ride!"

His tone was excited.

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PS, the game between Sweden and South Korea, although my prediction was wrong, but I am very happy to see the result.

After all, as a narrow-minded Chinese fan, I am happy to see the Korean team lose, and I am happy to see the Korean team eliminated.

I don't know the results of the matches between Belgium and Panama, and England and Tunisia. I guess I am right...