Prominence in Football Community

The signboard of "Yang Wenlong Football Training Course" is still hanging outside the iron gate. After years of sun and rain, the lacquer leather on the wooden signboard is cracked and warped, and the paint has peeled off some of the strokes of the words. Just looking at this signboard, one has to doubt the strength of this football training class...

Yang Wenlong and his friend Guo Wei are taking a walk around the field on the artificial turf field with black asphalt layer exposed everywhere.

"...Let me tell you, Lao Yang, it's a pity you didn't see that game! Xiao Gao's performance was absolutely amazing! The AC Milan reserve team was completely fooled!"

Yang Wenlong glared at the elated Guo Wei: "Then you don't want to take a picture! You recorded the rejection of Sassuolo, why didn't you have this match?"

Guo Wei was a little embarrassed: "I was just thinking about pretending to be an AC Milan fan and sneaking in, I completely forgot about the recording... and I was surrounded by AC Milan fans. If they saw me recording Xiao Gao's game, they would not You know what to do to me... I risked my life to cheer for Xiao Gao!"

"All right, all you can do."

"I haven't seen you for two months. I always feel that Xiao Gao is stronger than before, and his muscle contour is more obvious... Oh, yes, I have a photo of him. Let me show you if he has gained weight." Guo Wei took out his mobile phone while talking , and found a photo of himself and Gao Zheng when they were eating at an Italian restaurant.

Yang Wenlong took out his presbyopic glasses from his pocket and put them on, squinting his eyes at Gao Zheng on the phone screen.

"It's getting darker... More flesh? I didn't see it." After speaking, Yang Wenlong threw the phone back to Guo Wei. "You must have read it wrong. How can someone become stronger so easily? He still has a long way to go."

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

"What should he be doing over there now? Have you finished the playoffs?" Yang Wenlong asked.

Guo Wei thought for a while and said: "Not yet. They only confirmed that they entered the playoffs when I left... But Lao Yang, the situation of Sampdoria's first team is not good, and they may be relegated Will this have a bad impact on Xiao Gao'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 the "Sailor's House" Focaccia store, and immediately saw the owner Borata lying listlessly on the counter.

"Hi, boss." He greeted proactively.

"Hello, Gao..." Borata's answer was still weak.

That's how Borata has been since Sampdoria's 2-1 loss to Genoa in the all-important 'derby of the lighthouse'.

Gao Zheng still remembered that after he and his teammates from the reserve team came back from Milan with the joy of victory, he heard that the first team had lost to their rival Genoa in the relegation battle a day later.

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

Even the coaches frowned more tightly than usual.

Then he came here to buy focaccia. At that time, the fat boss Borata was like a dead person, his eyes were lifeless, and his whole body lost its color and turned gray and white.

"We are going to be relegated!" He said to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng remembered that he comforted him that there were still two rounds of the league, and maybe a miracle would happen.

But today, I am afraid that the miracle did not happen.

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

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

But in the thirty-seventh round of the just-concluded Serie A,

Sampdoria lost 1:2 to Palermo at home, while Lecce defeated Barry, who had been relegated earlier, 2:0 away.

With only one round left in the league, they are still ranked 18th, but the difference from Lecce, which is 17th, has been pulled to five points, which means that no matter what happens in the last round of the league, it cannot be changed The result of Sampdoria's relegation to the second division.

This time, there is no miracle, Sampdoria is really downgraded.

"Gao, you know? Sometimes I can't help but think - if you were in the first team in the last few games, wouldn't we have been 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 been relegated, I will try to play well in the second division next season and just go back."

Borata seemed to have lost all his beliefs, just shook his head and murmured: "To put it lightly, we will lose a lot of players in this relegation, and the strength of the team will be greatly reduced. The relegation will also have an impact on our finances, there is no way Bringing in players at a high level ... you know what, high, relegation is a nightmare for any team."

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

Gao Zheng's words surprised Borata, who looked at Gao Zheng in surprise.

Under his gaze, Gao Zheng spread his hands: "If it's just a nightmare, just wake up and cry. This is my own conclusion. Do you think it makes sense?"

"Thanks for the joke, Gao..." Borata didn't smile at all.

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

Gao Zheng took the paper bag, bid farewell to the boss Borata, and left here.

On the way home, Gao Zheng didn't know if he was affected by the boss's emotions. He actually felt that many people's faces were a bit worried like the fat boss.

For example, the owner of the fruit stand sat there alone in a daze, letting the customers choose by themselves, and did not greet him in the morning.

There was also a kid who was abducted. He was carrying a schoolbag, and he looked like he had just finished school. His eyes seemed a little red, as if he had just cried a lot.

In addition, among the passengers on the passing bus, some buried their heads in the crook of their arms, and some met his gaze, but they just followed him and rolled their eyes numbly, their faces lifeless.

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Gao Zheng suddenly discovered things in this small town that he hadn't usually observed.

Those people whose identities you would never see at ordinary times seem to have the same identity now - Sampdoria fans.

These people walk on the road like walking corpses that have lost their souls.

Because it is adjacent to Sampdoria's training base, the town of Boliasco is almost full of Sampdoria fans.

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

Gao Zheng had never been a Sampdoria fan, but the emotion that permeated the entire town still hit his heart.

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

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

I actually hope Senegal will qualify.

As for the Japanese team...the last ten minutes of the game were too speechless. When their own destiny was not completely in their own hands, they chose a very risky gambling method.

If Senegal equalizes the score immediately after that, wouldn't they be fools?

In fact, I always hoped that Senegal could really equalize the score and kick the Japanese team out.

God fails to fulfill one's wishes!