Prominence in Football Community

While Filippo Galli was still in his office, reserve coach Giovanni Stropa knocked on the door and walked in.

"What's the matter, Giovanni? It's been a while since you came to my place." Galli asked Stropa with a smile, and then he noticed that the expression on Stropa's face was not quite right. "What's wrong?"

Stroppa places a piece of paper on Gary's desk.

"This is..." Gary glanced at it and found that it was a printed web page.

"Philip, I remember you told me that the club gave up Gao because his left foot was considered unsuitable for professional football by the Milan laboratory. He should switch to a coach rather than a player, right?"

"How long ago did this happen? Why did you bring it up again?" Gary was very surprised. "I remember that I had already explained it clearly to you..."

"So what's going on here?" Stroppa asked, pointing to a spot on the printed page.

Only then did Gary look a little more seriously, and then he saw the following information - "Name: Zheng Gao. Nationality: Chinese..."

"I don't understand..." Gary looked at Stroppa suspiciously.

"Need I remind you, Philip? Gao, the Gao we gave up, is now in the Sampdoria reserve team, our opponent in the first round of the reserve team playoffs!"

"It's impossible!" Gary almost blurted out.

"Then take a closer look, your name is Gao Zheng, your nationality is Chinese!" Stroppa poked the stack of papers and said.

Gary frowned: "This doesn't explain anything, Giovanni. As far as I know, Chinese names are very strange. Even if the pronunciation is the same, the characters may be completely different. Besides, even if the characters are the same, the same name and surname I'm afraid it's not too unexpected, right?"

"What about the height of 1.9 meters, the position of forward, and the date of birth on May 28, 1991? The information is completely correct." Stroppa snorted coldly, looked at Gary, and wanted to hear whether he still What reason can be found.

Galli looks down at the paper for details on the Chinese striker "Zheng Gao", who has scored seven goals in eight games for the Sampdoria reserve team this season. But in the column of player portraits, there is a blank, unlike other players who have a headshot.

"It's impossible..." He shook his head and muttered.

"Yes, I also think it's impossible. A player who was sentenced to death by the authoritative Milan laboratory, how could he still score seven goals in eight games in the reserve team." Stroppa's voice was cold. "But in reality it happened. Now I just want an explanation, why is my ace playing against us?"

"I have already explained to you that at the time, Giovanni, the Milan laboratory..."

"Go to the fucking lab!" Stropa interrupted Gary roughly. "I am his head coach! When you terminated his contract, why didn't you ask my opinion first? Instead, he came to tell me all this after he had left the club? I believed your explanation at the time, I thought he was really unsuitable to continue professional football... so I accepted your arrangement. But now, Gao is back, sentenced to death by you, Gao who was expelled from the Wismara training center has returned, we Just lost a genius!"

"Don't get excited, Giovanni!" Gary stood up, "We can't just rely on these specious information to think that it is Gao, maybe this website confused a person with the same name and surname with Gao, and used his Information... this is also possible, right?"

Stroppa did not answer right away, but looked straight at Gary, making his heart tremble, and then he pointed to his temple and smiled: "Do you believe this reason yourself, Philip? You use your shrewd Think about it with your brain."

After speaking, he turned and walked out of the office of the youth training supervisor.

Gary didn't hold back, but looked down at the printed profile page still on his desk.

A familiar name, a familiar location, a familiar height, and a familiar date of birth... Could there be such a coincidence in the world?

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Gao Zheng and Guo Wei sat opposite each other in the restaurant, chatting while enjoying Italian food.

"Is the old man okay, Uncle Guo?"

"Fortunately, people are quite energetic."

"What about the business of the training class?"

Guo Wei frowned and shook his head: "That's it, it won't get better, and it won't get worse..."

"The old man doesn't know how to advertise..."

"Small business, advertising is a pure loss, there is no need. Moreover, the current domestic football environment is not good, and many parents are unwilling to let their children learn to play football."

Gao Zheng thought of Lao Zhao, he could understand those parents.

"Forget it, when I become famous, I will advertise the old man's training class for free!"

"I gave Lao Yang your money. He didn't want it at first, but then I told him what you said. Guess his reaction?"

"Surely you want to beat me up?"

"He grabbed the broom next to him..."

Both Gao Zheng and Guo Wei laughed.

After laughing, Gao Zheng sighed: "Oh, I suddenly miss the old man. His roar is gone, and sometimes I feel that something is missing..."

Guo Wei remembered that when he went to see Lao Yang, he always felt that Lao Yang's old spirit was getting worse, and he didn't know if it was caused by the fact that there was no one around him who could drink and scold at any time.

He asked Gao Zheng: "Come on, your season is almost over, right?"

"There are still playoffs. I don't know how long the playoffs will be."

"I heard about your performance in the Lighthouse Derby. It was really great." Guo Wei gave Gao Zheng a thumbs up.

But Gao Zheng was surprised: "The domestic media even reported this?"

"Of course not. You have practically disappeared in the country now. You could occasionally be found on the field before, but now there is nothing." Guo Wei shook his head and said. "But don't forget that I also have business partners in Italy."

Gao Zheng suddenly realized: "Ah, they told you." Then he asked again: "The old man knows?"

Guo Wei nodded: "Understood, I was so happy that I hummed a song."

Gao Zheng remembered that day after he had translated the Sassuolo Club emails for the old man, the old man also went out humming a song.

"This old man is so easy to satisfy, it's just a game for the reserve team..."

Guo Wei kept smiling and did not correct Gao Zheng's statement.

Sometimes he felt that the relationship between Gao Zheng and Yang Wenlong was no longer a master-student relationship, but more like a father-son relationship. As a father, of course you will be proud of your son's progress even a little bit.

"By the way, who is your opponent in the playoffs?"

"AC Milan."

After Gao Zheng finished speaking, he saw Uncle Guo's expression change, and he looked at himself in surprise.

"I'm not joking, it's really AC Milan." So Gao Zheng quickly explained.

"Such a coincidence?"

"It's such a coincidence."

"When is the game?" Guo Wei asked.

Gao Zheng looked at the ceiling and thought for a while: "May 7th, Saturday afternoon."

"I want to see it!" Guo Wei was very excited.

"Uncle Guo, why are you so excited...We are an away game, maybe they only let their own fans watch." Gao Zheng remembered the lighthouse derby of the reserve team, and Sampdoria didn't let a single Genoa fan into the training base .

Guo Wei showed a businessman's sly smile: "I can buy an AC Milan jersey and pretend to be their fan! Do they have the heart to reject a Chinese fan who came all the way from China to Milan?"

"..." Gao Zheng was speechless.

Uncle Guo, be careful of being beaten...

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PS, yesterday's game between Croatia and Argentina was really hard to describe.

Argentina let me down so much, not to mention winning two goals, not even a draw, and directly lost 0:3, a complete defeat!

For Messi, this time I feel like I have a stick in my throat, and I can’t say it quickly, but I have too many words. I have put thousands of words in the official account linhaitingtao11 (Linhai Tingtao Pavilion), everyone can go and have a look, and see if I am right. .

There are two games to watch today, Brazil vs Costa Rica and Iceland vs Nigeria.

I didn't watch the game between Serbia and Switzerland in the early morning, and I couldn't stand staying up all night.

Costa Rica has an excellent goalkeeper, and Brazil's performance in the last game made me less confident, so I think Brazil should draw with Costa Rica in this game.

After Iceland drew with Argentina, it became China's net red team. In the game against Nigeria, I believe that Iceland should no longer have a bus, so what will happen to Iceland without a bus against Nigeria?

I am still cautiously optimistic about Iceland's one-goal victory over Nigeria.