Prominence in Football Community

Enzo Ricci Stadium, a stadium that can only accommodate 4,008 people, is now a training ground shared by Sassuolo's first team and reserve team.

There is a building next to the training ground, which is where the Sassuolo club is located. Offices, physiotherapy rooms, locker rooms and other rooms are all concentrated in this building. As a club, Sassuolo is really very small.

In the coaching office of the reserve team, head coach Mandeli exclaimed: "The Sampdoria reserve team won the championship?! They defeated the Rome reserve team 5:0?!"

"It's no surprise, Paro. Don't forget, Gao is in the Sampdoria reserve team." Luciano Carlino shrugged, and he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Mandeli glanced at Carlino, who was in full swing: "But he won't be in the reserve team next season."

"Of course, based on his performance, if Sampdoria doesn't transfer him to the first team, then their coach has a brain problem." Carlino was not surprised.

"I remember Sampdoria being relegated."

"Of course, their performance last season was terrible..." Carlino suddenly stopped in the middle of the sentence, because he remembered one thing-Sampdoria will be in the same game as Sassuolo next season. In the league, wouldn't they meet at least twice, and if they reached the promotion playoffs, they might meet twice. This is simply a face-to-face...

Seeing his expression, Manderley knew what he was thinking of, and he smiled gloatingly: "Next season, it's your first team's turn to have a headache, Luciano!"

"Damn it!"

※※※

Luciano Bruni is back in training.

The training of the reserve team has long since ended, but before he even walked to the training ground, he heard the sound of hitting the ball echoing in the empty training ground.

He saw that Gao Zheng was still practicing free kicks for himself.

His free kick training method is a little different from other players.

In general free kick training, one piece of moving wall props is enough, but Gao Zheng used two pieces.

The two human wall props put together almost completely blocked the goal.

Gao Zheng kicked ten balls at one spot first.

Then he changed places and kicked ten more balls.

This cycle continues until he has kicked all the footballs in the big net bag next to him, then he runs to retrieve all the balls and continues to play.

This scene was no stranger to Bruni, because Gao Zheng had been practicing like this for a month.

When he first saw Gao Zheng practicing like this, he also instructed Gao Zheng that he didn't need two human walls, one was enough.

But Gao Zheng insisted on his approach and took the initiative to increase the difficulty.

Then Bruni stopped talking.

Today, when he saw Gao Zheng was still practicing free kicks on the training ground, he shouted loudly: "Gao, the season is over, you don't need to train anymore!"

His shout made Gao Zheng stop.

Bruni walked onto the court and looked at Gao Zheng.

Last night, the team returned from Rome overnight by bus. This afternoon, the whole team came to the Mugnaini Sports Center for a restorative training session. The coaching staff announced that the season is over, and all the games of the reserve team this season have been played. They ended the season with a reserve team championship, which is a successful end to the season.

As soon as training was over, the players ran away like rabbits and disappeared.

For them, a wonderful vacation is waiting for them.

What Bruni didn't expect was that Gao Zheng stayed for extra training on free kicks.

Gao Zheng glanced at the head coach and raised his hand to greet him: "I still have two rounds, after I finish playing..."

"Don't practice, your free kick level will not improve because you have missed two rounds of practice.

Bruni walked up and said, "I know you're here, but I'm actually here to say goodbye to you." "

Gao Zheng said with a smile: "I wish you a happy vacation, coach, and see you next season. Where are you going to go on vacation?"

"We won't meet again next season, we should." Bruni said.

"Eh?" Gao Zheng was a little surprised.

"Next season I'll be coaching a first team, not a reserve team."

"where?"

"Luchese."

Gao Zheng looked confused, not knowing which team this was.

"This season they are in Group B of the third division," Bruni explained.

Gao Zheng looked stunned, but in fact he still didn't know what kind of team it was and where the club was located.

"Why don't you stay, coach? You've done a good job here, and we won the championship..." Gao Zheng was a little bit reluctant to part with this cold-faced and warm-hearted head coach.

"I spent a season in the Juventus reserve team before coming to the Sampdoria reserve team," Bruni said. "Before that, I was an assistant coach in Verona. I also coached the reserve team of Piacenza and Siena, I also coached the reserve team of Fiorentina... To be honest, any coach is still a coach. Hope to be able to coach the first team. Just like every player in the reserve team wants to play in the first team. Lucchese is not a very famous and top team, but for me, maybe a good one stage."

After listening to the head coach's explanation, Gao Zheng said: "Then I can only wish you good luck, coach. If you go to that place, I can't help you."

Bruni smiled: "I would like to loan you to Sampdoria, but Sampdoria will definitely not agree. You should be in the first team next season, but don't take it lightly, it is completely different from the reserve team. two worlds."

Gao Zheng nodded: "I know, coach. If you play well in the reserve team, you may not be able to play in the first team."

Bruni is very satisfied with Gao Zheng's answer: "I don't know what the first team will look like. The team is relegated, the head coach is changed, and other members of the coaching staff should also be changed. What kind of personality is the new head coach?" , What is his team building idea... We don't know these things. But no matter what the situation is, you have to be patient and don't rush. And once you have an opportunity, grab it and don't waste it easily. The first team is not good for young players. So much patience like the reserves."

"Understood coach."

"You are a very smart player, Gao. You have more brains than any genius I have ever seen. Although I am a coach, I can't actually coach you more. I wish you luck. But don't do it now. Practice, go home, I mean at home in your country. Take a good rest, don’t think about training all day long, physical fitness is a thing that increases slowly, and you won’t suddenly change just because you have a sudden training all summer. You can't die after running. Rest, rest well, and you can start better."

Gao Zheng scratched his head: "I see, coach."

"Okay, goodbye then, Gao."

Bruni waved his hand, stopped talking nonsense, turned around and left, leaving the training ground.

Gao Zheng stood still and looked at his background. The head coach at the last moment was just like his usual appearance, and he didn't talk too much. The previous head coach talked too much...

It seems to be explaining the funeral.

This unlucky thought flashed through Gao Zheng's mind, and then he spat.

Then he looked back at the pile of footballs, remembered that there were still two rounds, and remembered what the coach had just said...

He pondered for a moment, then walked off the field dragging the football in the net pocket.

Don't practice anymore.

※※※

Borata is admiring the photos that have just been developed. In the photos, he and his son are taking a group photo with Gao Zheng wearing a Sampdoria jersey.

This is a group photo of the three of them on the sidelines of Sanquan Stadium in Rome last night.

And Gao Zheng was holding the reserve league championship trophy in his hand.

The three of them were all laughing, even under the flashlight, their faces were pale, and their red-eyed smiles were a bit creepy...

However, Borata was still very satisfied with this photo, and specially developed it and planned to frame it and hang it in the store.

Just as he was admiring the photo of himself and Gao Zheng with satisfaction, the store door was pushed open.

"Hi, boss." Gao Zheng's voice sounded.

Seeing Gao Zheng, Borata put down the photo and greeted him with a smile: "Are you back from training?" He noticed Gao Zheng's sportswear and bag.

"Well, the last training session."

"That's the end of the season..." Borata sighed. "When the team was relegated, I thought the sky was falling, but fortunately the reserve team won the championship. It was a surprise. Thank you, Gao."

"You're welcome, boss. After all, you have eaten so many free focaccias." Gao Zheng was also very happy to see the boss's happy smile. Why did he decide to win the championship in the first place? Isn't it just because of seeing such a smile ?

Borata laughed loudly: "I have already thought of the advertising slogan-"Sailor's House" Focaccia, providing energy for the champion!"

Gao Zheng gave the boss a thumbs up.

Borata handed the packaged four kilograms of foccacha to Gao Zheng, but Gao Zheng refused: "It's not that much, boss. Only one kilogram."

"Huh?" Borata was surprised.

"I'm going home the day after tomorrow, I can't eat so much."

Borata was taken aback for a moment, and then patted himself on the forehead: "I forgot that you are a Chinese boy... yes, it's time to go home and have a good rest. Will I see you in the first team next season?" ?”

"I don't know that, boss. That's the coach's business."

Borata frowned and said: "If the first team coach doesn't call you, then he's got water in his head!"

Gao Zheng laughed, picked up the repacked paper bag, and bid farewell to the fat boss.

"Goodbye Gao, have a nice holiday."

"Goodbye, boss, and have a good day too."

Borata smiled and watched Gao Zheng push the door out, and he picked up the photo again.

The attention of the reserve team games is still low, but next season he believes that more people will know Gao Zheng, and by then, he can proudly introduce the star of tomorrow to them - he is a fan of my Foca Just scored a goal to win the championship!

※※※

PS, by the way, after the World Cup, I have to suffer from jet lag-I went to bed early yesterday, but I couldn’t fall asleep.

There is still no game tonight, everyone have a good rest.