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The referee Tomasi waved his hand to disperse the players on both sides, and the penalty was decided.

As a result, Sampdoria won a free kick more than 30 meters away from the goal. The position was a bit to the left, and Gao Zheng leaned over to place the football.

Sassuolo players built a wall in front of him.

Mazzorati was among them, and he looked at Gao Zheng coldly.

"Gao Yao came to take this free kick. He did have a record of taking a free kick and scoring a goal in the game, but only once... the free kick position is slightly off. It is not a particularly good shooting angle, but it is not You can't shoot directly, it depends on how Gao will handle the ball..."

While Gao Zheng was placing the football, the Sassuolo fans in the stands of the Alberto Braglia Stadium never stopped booing Gao Zheng for a moment.

Even if the football is set up and the human wall is set up, the boos will not stop.

Amid boos all over the sky, Gao Zheng backed away from the run-up distance and waited for the referee to blow his whistle.

Because the booing was so loud, he had to turn his head and look at the referee, using his gestures instead of the whistle to judge whether it was time to play.

He saw the referee made a gesture to kick the ball. At this time, he looked away and started to run. After two steps, he ran behind the football, then raised his right foot and kicked towards the football.

In his free kick training again and again, this action has been done very well.

He didn't even have to think about it, his whole body seemed to move automatically, and in extreme timing, he hit the football with the instep of his right foot.

With a bang, the football flew into the air, drew an arc, bypassed the human wall, and went straight to the near corner of the goal!

When Sassuolo goalkeeper Angelo da Costa saw the football coming around from behind the wall and going straight to the near corner, it was too late to make a save. He was still in the air, and the football had already rubbed against the lower edge of the crossbar. goal!

The boos over the Alberto Braglia Stadium stopped abruptly as if someone had pressed the mute button!

"Wow!!!" Sciglio yelled, "Goal scored!! High! Opened the scoring with a direct free kick in just eight minutes! Sampdoria had a perfect start!"

"Beautiful! So beautiful!!" The foreign students in the bar raised their arms and jumped up from their seats.

"Handsome guy scored a goal!" Xiao Yingying hugged Feng Shiyao next to her, screaming again and again, which made Ma Huanyang envious.

The more than 1,000 Sampdoria fans who accompanied the team also cheered-this was the first time their voices were heard in this game.

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Mazorati in the wall jumped up when Gao Zheng hit the football, trying to use his height advantage to expand the defensive range of the wall, but the football flew over his head.

He followed the football back, wanting to see where the ball ended up, and saw the football go into the goal...

After landing, he still kept this movement of turning around to look, as if he couldn't believe his eyes—it was just the first free kick of the game, and the position wasn't that good, so why did he score like that?

You know, the free kick scored by Sampdoria was caused by his foul...

He stared at Gao Zheng even colder.

One of my own negligence did not expect to cause the team to concede a goal... Although his teammates would not blame himself, Mazzorati had to blame himself.

This is the last time, really, I swear to God, this is the last time you will be so arrogant in front of me!

He looked at Gao Zheng, who was celebrating a goal with his teammates, and swore secretly in his heart.

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"Ha! The plan is perfect!" In front of Sampdoria's coaching bench, assistant coach Carrillo smiled to coach Iachini. He was very happy. He scored a goal in less than ten minutes after the start of the game. It was arranged by the coaching staff before the game and what they hope to see.

Of course they know that Gao Zheng's weakness is not strong enough in physical confrontation. It is impossible for Sassuolo's head coach Pia not to make corresponding arrangements for this.

He will definitely let his players closely mark Gao Zheng. During this process, there will be a lot of physical contact, and fouls cannot be avoided.

As long as there is a well-placed foul, Sampdoria will be given a free kick.

And Gao Zheng has been practicing free kicks for himself all the time, so the members of the coaching staff know Gao Zheng's current free kick level very well.

This gave the coaching staff a very natural idea-since you, Sassuolo, will defend Gao Zheng in a targeted manner, why don't we take advantage of this?

For a foul against Gao Zheng, let Gao Zheng take the free kick. As long as Gao Zheng can score a goal, it can form a very strong deterrent to Sassuolo's players, making them think carefully when defending Gao Zheng next time.

So in this game, the Sampdoria coaching staff made an arrangement for Gao Zheng to take all close free kicks.

But to their surprise, Gao Zheng actually scored with the first free kick of the game...

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Contrary to the elated Sampdoria coaching bench, Sassuolo's coaching bench was extremely annoyed by the conceded goal.

"Damn hell!" Assistant coach Andrei Tarozzi couldn't help but swear.

As the head coach, although Pia is also very upset about the conceded goal, he still has to maintain a peaceful mind and avoid affecting the players on the field.

As a head coach, you always have to be more calm.

He said to his assistant: "Relax, Andre. Fortunately, the goal was conceded early, and we still have time and opportunities. Whether there is an away goal advantage in the play-offs, as long as we can win in the end."

"I was worried that conceding the ball so early would affect the morale of the team..."

"I trust them, and I won't mess myself up just because of this conceded goal."

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"gaoooooooooooooooooooool!!!"

On Alberto Braglia's rostrum, Sampdoria club president Ricardo Garrone jumped from his seat after Gao Zheng's goal, right next to the Sassuolo club boss In front of Squinzi, he waved his fist vigorously to celebrate the goal, and even roared loudly, it is completely impossible to tell that this is a terminally ill patient.

Next to him, Squinzi scowled like his dad had just died. Unlike Bonato, he made no secret of his inner dissatisfaction with the conceded goal. He didn't care about the media's expression on his face, saying that he had no manners.

I and Gao Zheng's saliva battle has reached this level, what kind of demeanor do I need!

The demeanor of a modest gentleman can't help his team get back the score...

After celebrating the goal for a while, Garone sat down for two, and then smiled at Squinzi next to him: "I'm sorry, Mr. Squinzi, I'm so excited, you know I've been down since the team was relegated last season. Just waiting for the day to return to the First Division, ha, I hope you don't mind too much!"

Squinzi forced a smile: "It's too early to say whether to upgrade or not, Mr. Garrone."

"Ha, it's a bit early, that's why I said I was too excited." Garone didn't care about Squinzi's attitude, and still had a smile on his face.

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Berardi in the stands is still watching the game with his teammates from the reserve team.

Everyone hopes that Sassuolo can be promoted to the first division, and Berardi is no exception.

But when he knew that his opponent in the play-off final was Sampdoria, Berardi always had a hidden worry in his heart.

Especially after seeing the conflict between Gao Zheng and the chairman of the club, Mr. Skunzi, this hidden worry has expanded a lot.

When Gao Zheng scored a goal just now, there were sighs and sighs all around him.

Babuti cursed Gao Zheng: "That's clearly a flop! The referee is too easily deceived by exaggerated falling to the ground! If he was really violated by that level of foul, how could he score a random goal so easily? Ball? It’s obviously just pretending, liar! But it really fits the image of the Chinese..."

Hearing these words, Berardi frowned. It is very inappropriate to drag the grievances on the field to race and nationality.

"Shut up, Barbouti." Berardi turned to Barbouti sitting behind him. "That was indeed a foul, it's nothing to clean up."

"Hey, you've finally been exposed, you spiritual Chinese! Who are you speaking for?" Babuti seemed to be getting excited.

"I don't help anyone, but I know that respecting the opponent, slandering and belittling the opponent will not help us win the victory. The opponent plays well, we play well, we make mistakes, we make mistakes, and whoever supports who does not support whom It doesn't matter. I like tall, but I also support Sassuolo to win." Berardi said with a straight face. "Even if you call Gao the worst man in the world here, it doesn't change the fact that we are one goal behind. In fact, I think as a player, if you play with this kind of thinking, it is not necessarily a good thing. Good thing."

After sternly lecturing Barbuti, Berardi turned around and ignored Barbuti who was behind him with an embarrassed expression—the latter really didn't expect Berardi to say these words in such a serious manner.

He couldn't even refute it, because what others said made sense, and it would be unreasonable for him to refute...

He could only snort heavily, and at the same time hoped that Sassuolo would beat Sampdoria from the bottom of his heart, and that Gao Zheng, had better be completely frozen by Sassuolo's defense line, and never have a chance to play again!

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