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Although Pozzi didn't score a goal, he was obviously under more defensive pressure in the offense. Varese's defensive players were also frightened just now, and naturally they will not give Sampdoria any more chances.

So a few minutes later, when Gao Zheng took the ball at the front of the opponent's penalty area again, both Bertani and Pozzi were closely watched by Varese's defensive players, and Varese's defense had no obvious gaps. Let Gao Zheng pass the football.

Palumbo came up from behind, intending to meet Gao Zheng, he shouted to Gao Zheng: "Gao, pass the ball to me!"

What he planned in his mind was that after Gao Zheng passed the ball to himself, it would be more convenient for him to cut without the ball than to move forward with the ball. Then he would pass the football to him depending on the situation, or Gao Zheng's cut without the ball Able to tear apart Varese's defenses...

After Gao Zheng heard his shout, he turned slightly and turned towards him.

It looks like the captain is about to pass the football to Palumbo, who runs in behind.

But at this moment, Gao Zheng's right ankle suddenly flicked and picked up the football!

The football passed over the head of the unprepared Varese defender Daniel Cordy. Cordy obviously didn't expect Gao Zheng to do this, and he froze for a moment.

Just as he was dazed, Gao Zheng started on the spot, bypassed him, and went straight to the restricted area!

Because one of the two central defenders was defending Bertani and the other was defending Pozzi, the area behind Cordy turned out to be a blank area.

Of course, it wasn't actually empty, because Cordy was there.

But who would have thought that Kordy would let Gao Zheng pass it so easily?

"Look at this ball - oh!!! It's a beautiful pick!!" Syrio shouted excitedly.

On the South Terrace of the Blasey Stadium, there was also a huge cheer.

When Kerdy turned around, Gao Zheng was already stuck in front of him and stepped into the penalty area. He didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of giving the opponent a penalty—the opponent looked weak, and if he bumped into him, he would fall down Wouldn't it be miserable?

So Cordy raised his hands high to signal that he didn't get started, and tried to squeeze Gao Zheng with his body, but he didn't dare to push Gao Zheng too hard, he didn't dare to knock Gao Zheng to the ground, he just hoped to disturb Gao Zheng and make him lose Control of football.

at the same time,

The central defender Christian Thales, who was originally defending Pozzi, no longer cared about his original defense target at this time, and quickly rushed to the football, intending to make a clearance before Gao Zheng.

But Gao Zheng was more flexible than him. When he saw him rushing forward, he immediately turned around and blocked Thales behind him.

Although he protected the football, it was obvious that he was inevitably interfered by Thales. If Thales hadn't rushed forward, he could have shot directly...

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Seeing this scene off the court, Pellet couldn't help but think that if he was facing this situation by himself, he wouldn't have to be so troublesome at all, just squeeze the defensive players away with his body, and then forcefully shoot. At such a close distance, I believe it will be difficult for the goalkeeper to respond effectively.

But it's hard to say if it's a Chinese boy who is as thin as a light pole. The opponent's central defender, who seemed to be a little taller than himself, could press Gao Zheng to control the football as long as he exerted a little force and did not need to foul at all.

He admitted that Gao Zheng's first pick was very beautiful, but due to his own physical limitations, his offense is likely to stop here.

Young players with good skills are always obsessed with their skills. They always feel that there is nothing they can't do on the court. Pellet admits that Gao Zheng's skills are better than his own, but in his opinion, this kind of skills is useless. Useful, too flashy, the nature of performance is greater than practicality, young players who are keen to show off their skills often suffer because of this unnecessary show off.

Thinking of this, Pellet couldn't help snorting: "It's too messy!"

But as soon as he said these words, he saw Gao Zheng, who had his back to Thales, pick up the falling football again, this time he picked it behind him.

The football flew over Thales' head, and then Gao Zheng leaned against Thales and quickly turned around with his left foot as the axis.

In the process of turning around, his right foot swung like a whip, and when he turned halfway, his right foot had already hit the football in the air!

Thales clearly heard a muffled sound coming from his ear.

Boom!

His heart couldn't help trembling, and he caught a glimpse of a black shadow out of the corner of his eye, so he closed his eyes reflexively.

"Turn and volley- OH!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOL!! gaoooooooooooooool!!!"

Silio hoarsely yelled out the new word he invented, which combined Gao Zheng's surname "gao" and goal "gol", and at the same time it was very similar to the English goal "goal". Refers to Gao Zheng's goal, Gao Shi's goal!

"This is definitely a goal that can only be scored by a genius among geniuses! Two consecutive picks and volleys, the movement is as smooth as running water! Especially when you are 1.9 meters tall. This kind of naturalness is full of unique visual impact! This tall kick almost hits Thales' shoulder! You must know that Thales is a big man with a height of 1.95 meters!"

Beautiful words gushed out of Sirio's mouth as if he didn't want money at all. Listening to what he said, people felt that Sirio was simply Gao Zheng's brainless fan.

The atmosphere at the Blasey Stadium was not lost to Silio's praise at all, and every Sampdoria fan was cheering hysterically.

In this carnival atmosphere, Pellet stared at the court dumbfounded. What did he see just now?

He still has doubts about his eyes.

He saw a big, tall man who was about the same height as him flexibly pick the ball twice in a row, and finally ended this beautiful attack with a difficult turning volley...and he did this series of movements so lightly, It's as if I haven't tried my best yet...

show off?

Of course, this is the showmanship!

But who the fuck cares about scoring goals!

The teammates on the bench jumped up to cheer for Gao Zheng's goal.

Nenad Kosticic, who was sitting on the other side of him, ran back after rushing out to celebrate, and then asked loudly to Pellet who was sitting on the bench in a daze: "What did you just say?"

The corner of Pellet's mouth twitched: "Nothing!"

He heard the uniform shout again, louder and clearer this time than when the substitution was made.

"High! High! High!"

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"That's great..." Lu Bing heard the thunderous shouts from the media audience, and sighed to Wang Yixing who was beside him. "The last time I heard the fans shouting the name of a Chinese player was in Frankfurt... That was when I was a newcomer to Europe. More than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I finally saw another player who can ignite the whole world. Chinese players with an atmosphere on the field.”

Wang Yixing rubbed his face: "I feel like I was slapped hard by Gao Zheng..."

Lu Bing laughed loudly: "You asked for it, Old Wang."

"But the slap made me very happy. Although I said so many things that worried Gao Zheng, I still hope that Gao Zheng can gain a firm foothold in Europe..."

Lu Bing nodded: "I know, I know, we all hope that Chinese football can become better..."

But Wang Yixing shook his head: "No, I don't have any hope for the improvement of Chinese football. The expectations of Chinese football are placed on him, and Gao Zheng can't afford it, and there is no need to bear such heavy expectations."

When Lu Bing heard Wang Yixing say this, he was surprised at first, then he smiled and shook his head: "You pessimist..."

Wang Yixing didn't care about such comments, but asked confidently: "The optimistic Chinese fans are dying, right?"

Lu Bing was tongue-tied and speechless to refute.