Prominence in Football Community

Chapter 121 Attentiveness

Because the game on the second day is a home game, all the players who have been selected for the squad do not need to go home, but will live directly in the Mughnaini training base.

Naturally, dinner is all settled in the restaurant of the training base.

When Gao Zheng changed his clothes and came to the restaurant, he found that Pellet was waving at him vigorously: "Here, Gao, here!"

His action attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what happened to Pellet.

Before, she looked down on Gao Zheng, but when she met Gao Zheng, she wished she could look at him with her nostrils.

Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic now?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Gao Zheng naturally couldn't ignore Pellet's greeting, so he walked over: "What's wrong?"

"Sit, I have a seat for you! A good seat by the window!" Pellet got up enthusiastically and pointed to the opposite seat.

"Uh..." Gao Zheng was at a loss, and didn't understand why Pellet was so enthusiastic. "I haven't picked up my meal yet..."

"No, you sit down, I'll get it for you, just tell me what you want to eat!"

"It doesn't matter...I'll go by myself..."

Gao Zheng wanted to reject Pellet's kindness, but Pellet forced him to sit on the seat: "No, no, you just sit, you really sit, I'll get you a meal, what do you want to eat? Or Can you say anything?"

Gao Zheng couldn't resist the enthusiastic Pellet, so he could only say, "Anything is fine..."

"Okay, then I'll go!" Pellet trotted all the way to the dining table.

Gao Zheng noticed that his teammates were all looking at him inquiringly, obviously asking him what happened, but Gao Zheng was also at a loss, he could only shrug his shoulders, spread his hands and curl his mouth, expressing that he didn't know.

At this moment, Pellet returned to his seat with the dinner plate, and he gently placed the dinner plate in front of Gao Zheng with both hands: "I really took it casually..."

Gao Zheng didn't even look at what was on the plate, so he nodded quickly: "It's good, it's good."

Pellet just sat opposite Gao Zheng, then looked around, lowered his voice and said to Gao Zheng, "I'm really worthless for you, Gao."

"Ah?" Gao Zheng didn't expect Pellet to say that.

"I read your interview in Nineteenth Century, you said that Sampdoria was your last chance, so I can understand Sampdoria's feelings and status in your heart. But I still want to say, you must not be blinded by this emotion... I don't think Sampdoria Club respects you enough!" Pellet leaned forward, lowered the business, and tried to reach Gao Zheng and said.

"Huh?" Gao Zheng showed a surprised expression.

Seeing Gao Zheng's expression, Pellet said proudly, "I just noticed this recently. To be honest, with your strength, let alone the second division, even if you go to the first division. The team is rushing to get them. They are definitely the main players. But you can only play as a substitute in Sampdoria. I heard that you didn’t have a good relationship with the team’s previous head coach. I don’t know this Could it be that the head coach was influenced by that rumor, so he deliberately treated you like this...you must not be kept in the dark!"

Hearing Pellet's words, Gao Zheng laughed: "So you are worried about me..."

Pellet corrects him: "I just feel unworthy for you."

Gao Zheng expressed his gratitude to Pellet: "Thank you, but in fact I was not kept in the dark, nor did I feel that the club did not respect me enough."

This time it was Pellet's turn to be surprised: "What did you say?"

So Gao Zheng briefly talked about his affairs in China, and finally he said to Pellet: "...Actually, I don't start because my physical fitness is not enough for me to play the whole game. I have been in China for a year. This one-year blank period still has a great impact on me."

Pellet was dumbfounded when he heard it: "This experience is not in that interview..."

"It's not like everything needs to be told to reporters, is it?"

"Well..." Pellet agreed, and then he said in an unbelievable tone: "There is still a one-year blank period behind your current performance... If you are not injured, and there is no such a blank period, you should have a blank period now." How amazing...Maybe you wouldn't be here, you should be in AC Milan's first team! What a pity..."

"It's nothing to be sorry about. AC Milan's first team may not give me so many opportunities to play." Gao Zheng is optimistic.

"But if you were in AC Milan, your reputation should be much higher than it is now!"

"Fame is nothing but floating clouds..."

"Floating cloud?"

"Oh, it's like a cloud in the sky. It floats with the wind and disappears in a gust of wind. It's just a false name. If you can't get more opportunities to play and can't show convincing performances, that kind of fame is like A cloud that can be blown away by the wind." Gao Zheng said with some emotion.

He had experienced this thing of false fame when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and it was very cool at first, which made him complacent, as if he was already a superstar. Then a serious injury changed everything.

When the photos of him in the Chinese field appeared on the Internet, those who used to like him were all scolding him. At this time, they would never think about the honors they won in AC Milan U16. So the honor at that time was meaningless. No matter how good the football was when I was young, if I couldn’t make a career in professional football, the honor and fame when I was young would become a heavy burden instead.

After Gao Zheng said this, he buried himself in his dinner.

But Pellet didn't speak this time, but fell into deep thought.

Gao Zheng's words touched him.

From Parma to Sampdoria, from the first division to the second division, he had to use the false name of being a striker of the first division team to comfort himself and find a psychological advantage in front of a group of new teammates.

But what's the point?

He didn't play on this team because of his status as a first-tier striker.

He has always been used to bragging to maintain his poor self-esteem, but he is very clear in his heart that he is definitely not as confident as he himself shows. Everyone ridiculed and hated his arrogance, but it was the "armor" he used to protect himself.

Is it not enough? Is this a kind of protection, or is it a kind of escape?

Always take Real Madrid as an example, but it can't change his current failed career...

A false name is like floating clouds...

Pellet fell back, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked up at the ceiling. He suddenly thought of something.

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"What an interesting guy," assistant coach Carrillo told Iachini in his office. "It's the first time I've seen a player who doesn't care whether he plays the starter or not, but keeps questioning why he doesn't let others start... I've vaguely heard that his relationship with Gao doesn't seem to be very good."

"Who knows." Yakini shrugged.

"But I really can't tell him why he was allowed to start and Gao was not allowed to start..." Carrillo sighed.

In front of so many players, it is really hurtful to say "you are allowed to start to let you go up to consume the physical energy of the opponent's defender and pave the way for Gao to play, not to expect you to score goals"...

Don't say it in public, even if you tell Pellet alone, maybe Pellet won't accept it. After all, no one wants to be a green leaf for others.

"I hope he can understand what we mean..."

"If you don't understand, don't expect to get a chance to play." Yakini pouted. "Anyway, we are not the only option on the front line."

His attitude towards Gao Zheng and Pellet is completely different. He has no patience with Pellet, because players like Pellet can be easily replaced, but it is difficult for Gao Zheng to find a replacement.

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PS, I am back, the birthday banquet was a success, the old mother is very happy, and thank you for your blessings!

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