Prominence in Football Community

"The game is over! Sampdoria drew with Pescara in the away game! The game before the winter break ended with a draw. The league has played 20 rounds, and Sampdoria, who has experienced a coaching change, is under the new head coach After taking office, he found the right rhythm again... currently ranked seventh in the league, although he has not entered the top six in the league, but there is still half a season, and with the current momentum of Sampdoria, he will reappear in the first division next season It's not impossible... and the star of Sampdoria at the end of the first half of the league, of course, is high!"

When Sirio said that, the TV broadcast gave Gao Zheng a close-up shot.

He and his teammates were walking off the field chatting about something.

Because he kept his hands over his mouth, no one knew what he was talking about, but judging by his expression, he was very relaxed.

"Maybe he was asking his teammates where they went on vacation for Christmas... Ha!" Silio guessed.

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"Hey, Gao, how are you going to spend your Christmas vacation?" When he walked into the player tunnel, Obiang put his arm on Gao Zheng's shoulder affectionately and asked him.

"I haven't thought about it, maybe I'll just stay in Boriasco."

"It's really boring. It's hard to have a vacation. Shouldn't you relax?"

"I feel very relaxed at home..."

"Don't be like this, Gao, you are a twenty-year-old young man, you need to vent your excess energy!"

Gao Zheng laughed: "I think it's okay, Pedro."

"I'm going to Mallorca, won't you come with me? Yachting, lots of beautiful girls! And wild parties!"

"Forget it, Pedro, I don't want to be in the tabloid lace." Gao Zheng shrugged.

Obiang laughed: "You Chinese are so shy!"

Gao Zheng complained silently in his heart, Chinese people are not shy, and the entertainment method of Jiuchi Roulin was invented by our Chinese ancestors, what you are playing now is the leftovers from ours...

But he still said with a smile on his face: "I have an appointment with Alberto and the others to get together during the holidays."

Obiang knew who Gao Zheng said Alberto and the others were,

He was a teammate of the reserve team last season, but he didn't have a deep friendship with them, and he didn't like this group of people playing too casually, so he waved his hand: "Then I wish you a happy holiday!"

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The club did not give the players a holiday after the Pescara game, but chose to have a player dinner before Christmas.

After the dinner party, the holiday officially begins.

Although Gao Zheng didn't arrange a vacation to other places, he had already received a call from Marcy, and they made an appointment to get together in Genoa during the Christmas holiday.

"I knew he would call Icardi. Fortunately, I called you. Fortunately, I am not fighting alone..." Seeing Icardi beside Gao Zheng, Masi said to Sanpetro and Tozo beside him.

"All right, Alberto, if I don't call Mauro, he will be forgotten." Gao Zheng patted Icardi beside him.

"I can prove it!" Sanpetro said, holding up his hand. Sanpetro, who was born in 1993, can continue to play in the reserve team because of his age, so he and Icardi are teammates in the reserve team. In the reserve team, Icardi really has no friends and always walks alone.

But Icardi didn't seem to appreciate it, and glared at Gao Zheng: "That's because I was focused on scoring goals in the reserve team, so I didn't have time to make any friends..."

Gao Zheng hugged Icardi, rubbed his hair and said, "Okay, okay, I know you scored twelve goals in the reserve team, that's amazing!"

Icardi frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Why do I think you are mocking me when you say this from your mouth?"

"Don't think about it." Gao Zheng rubbed Icardi's hair vigorously again, "I am sincerely congratulating you, you did a good job in the reserve team!"

"But you're doing better in the first team..." Icardi muttered.

As if he didn't hear Icardi's muttering, Gao Zheng cast his eyes on Marci, Sanpetro and Tozo, and found that there was one missing person: "Hey, isn't Leto here?"

Marcie, Tozo and Sanpetro looked at each other, and said somewhat unnaturally: "I called that kid, but he said that he has already gone on vacation, so he won't come..."

"What kind of vacation, David just doesn't want to come." Tozo next to him said.

"Why?" Gao Zheng was surprised.

"He's not doing very well right now..." Marcy explained. "Maybe I feel a little inferior in front of us."

"Where did he go?" Gao Zheng asked.

After the end of last season, Leto was not able to successfully sign with the Sampdoria club, and he left the club when the contract expired.

"Boreasco..." Marcy said.

"Isn't that our town?" Gao Zheng wondered.

"Yes, you don't know there is a team in this small town, do you?"

Gao Zheng shook his head blankly.

"Actually there is a team there. I don't want to jump to conclusions so early, but playing for that team is basically the same as leaving professional football." Massie spread his hands. "Boreasco is not even a professional club. It is very difficult to play in that kind of place unless you are talented."

"David probably knew it in his heart, so he didn't want to meet with us. He felt that we had distanced himself from him." Tozo said.

This is the cruelty of professional football.

Even if he plays for a team that has won the national championship of the reserve team, it may not necessarily be able to gain a foothold in the first team.

On the road of growth, many people who have traveled together will slowly fall behind, and in the end there are only a handful of people who can stand side by side on the professional court together.

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The three finished dinner together and the party came to an end.

I didn't go to nightclubs until the early hours of the morning, and I didn't find a bar to continue reminiscing about the old days.

Gao Zheng declined Ma Xi's offer to drive him home: "It's not that I'm worried about your driving skills - I can fall asleep while you're driving, so why do you think I'm worried?" He explained. "I just want to stroll around. Now that I have come out of Boliasco, I still want to see the night view of the big city."

Then he bid farewell to Marci and Icardi at the entrance of the restaurant, pressed down the brim of the peaked cap again, and raised the collar of the down jacket to block most of his face. In addition, it was night, the lights were dim, and he was careless. It might not even be possible to recognize him.

Just like that, Gao Zheng started to stroll on the street full of tourists.

This is the Christmas holiday, similar to the Chinese Spring Festival, and it is the most solemn festival for foreigners.

The streets of Genoa, which are very lively on weekdays, are even more crowded.

Christmas trees with colorful lights can be seen everywhere.

When Gao Zheng saw this scene, it sounded like a year ago, when he and Lao Zhao were sitting on the side of the road blowing the cold wind. At that time, he had decided to return to Italy to pursue his goal. Zhao, in fact, he didn't have a clue in his heart.

That night, Lao Zhao drank a lot of wine and talked a lot, and Gao Zheng was also very emotional.

The lively joy of Christmas and Lao Zhao's loss and confusion formed a sharp contrast.

And today, he thought of Leto, teammates who had a good relationship in the reserve team at that time, and won the national championship of the reserve team together, but now they are playing in a small town team. Hard to say.

Although it should be a very happy time, Gao Zheng's mood did not improve after the party was over.

While walking, he came to a small square where many people gathered.

It turned out that many street performers performed in this small square, attracting the attention of tourists.

Someone is performing street magic, someone is playing freestyle football, and someone is painting their entire body in metallic colors to mimic a statue...

Gao Zheng browsed one by one, and found a female singer wearing a woolen hat in a corner. She was wearing tight jeans, a high-waisted jacket with fluff on the upper body, and a pair of long leather boots, sitting casually on the speaker , holding a guitar in his arms, while plucking the strings, gently swaying his body, singing a song with a cheerful rhythm.

"...Since I've been here, I've felt the joy and the terror of finding myself making every possible mistake. La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la..." "New Soul")

When she shook her head and hummed "la la la", she closed her eyes and slightly raised the corners of her mouth with a contented smile.

This appearance moved Gao Zheng, so he decided to stop and admire.

From time to time, people around him stepped forward and put the coins in their hands into the open guitar case.

Gao Zheng also planned to do the same. He took out a coin from his pocket, stepped forward, squatted down and put the coin in.

Seeing this, the female singer raised her head and gave Gao Zheng a thankful smile.

But Gao Zheng was stunned, the girl in front of him had a familiar face.

He seemed to have seen it somewhere.