Prominence in Football Community

While Philip Garry was still in his office, reserve coach Giovanni Stropa knocked on the door and walked in.

"Is there anything, Giovanni? You haven't been here for a while." Gary asked Stropa with a smile, and then he noticed that the expression on Stropa's face was not right. "what happened?"

Stropa put a piece of paper on Gary's desk.

"This is..." Gary glanced and found it to be a printed webpage.

"Philip, I remember you said to me that the club gave up high because his left foot was considered unsuitable for professional football by Milan Lab. He should switch to coaching rather than player, right?"

"How old is this? Why did you mention it again?" Gary was strange. "I remember I explained it to you then..."

"So what's going on?" Stropa asked, pointing to a place on the printed webpage.

Only then did Gary look at it a little more seriously, and then he saw the following message-"Name: ZhengGao. Nationality: China..."

"I don't understand..." Gary looked at Stropa suspiciously.

"Do I need to remind you, Philip? Gao, the Gao that we gave up, is now in the Sampdoria reserve team and is our opponent in the first round of the reserve team playoffs!"

"This is impossible!" Gary almost blurted out.

"Then you will take a closer look, the name Gao Zheng, the nationality of China!" Stropa said, poking at the stack of papers.

Gary frowned: "This doesn't say anything, Giovanni. As far as I know, Chinese names are strange. Even if they have the same pronunciation, the words may be completely different. Besides, even if the words are the same, they have the same name and the same surname. I’m afraid it’s not too unexpected?"

"The height of one meter nine, the position of the striker, the date of birth May 28, 1991? The information is completely correct." Stropa snorted, looked at Gary, but wanted to hear him this time Can find out why.

Gary looked down at the specific information on the Chinese striker "ZhengGao" on the paper. He has participated in eight games in the Sampdoria reserve team this season and scored seven goals. But in the column of player avatars, it is blank, unlike other players who will have a big picture.

"It's impossible..." he murmured, shaking his head.

"Yes, I also think this is impossible. How could a player who was sentenced to death by the authoritative Milan laboratory could still score seven goals in eight games in the reserve team game." Stropa's voice was cold. "But in reality it does happen. Now I just want an explanation, why would my ace player become our opponent?"

"I already explained it to you. At the time, Giovanni, from the Milan laboratory..."

"Go to the **** laboratory!" Stropa interrupted Gary's words roughly. "I am his head coach! Why didn't you ask me for your opinion when you terminated the contract with you? Instead, he came to tell me all this after he had left the club? I listened to your explanation, I thought he was really not suitable to continue professional football...so I accepted your arrangement. But now, Gao is back again. He was sentenced to death by you. Gao, who was expelled from the Wismara training center, is back again. We Just lost a genius!"

"Don't be excited, Giovanni!" Gary stood up. "We can't rely on these specious materials to think that it is high now. Maybe this website confuses a person with the same name and Gao and uses his Information... This is also possible, right?"

Stropa did not answer immediately, but looked straight at Gary, seeing his hair grow, and then he pointed to the temple and smiled: "Do you believe this reason yourself, Philip? You use your shrewdness Think about your brain."

After he finished, he turned and walked out of the youth training supervisor's office.

Gary did not keep it, but looked down at the printed profile page still on his desk.

A familiar name, a familiar position, a familiar height, and a familiar date of birth... Will there be such a coincidence in the world?

※※※

Gao Zheng and Guo Wei sat in the restaurant, chatting while enjoying Italian cuisine.

"How is the old man, Uncle Guo?"

"Fortunately, people are very energetic."

"What about the business of that training class?"

Guo Wei frowned and shook his head: "That's it, it won't get better, it won't hurt where it goes..."

"The old man doesn't know what to advertise..."

"In a small business, advertising is a pure loss, there is no need. Moreover, the current domestic football environment is not good, and many parents are reluctant to let their children learn to play football."

Gao Zheng remembered the old Zhao, he could understand those parents.

"Forget it, wait for me to be famous and advertise the training classes for the old men for free!"

"I gave your money to Lao Yang. He didn't want it at first. Later, I told you what he said. Guess what he did?"

"Surely you want to beat me?"

"He grabbed the broom next to it..."

Gao Zheng and Guo Wei both laughed.

After smiling, Gao Zheng sighed: "Ah, suddenly I miss the old man a little. There is no roar in his ears, and sometimes I feel that something is missing..."

Guo Wei always thought that when he went to see Lao Yang, he felt that the twilight on Lao Yang was even deeper.

He asked Gao Zheng: "Quickly, are you going to end this season?"

"There are also playoffs, I don't know how long to play in the playoffs."

"I heard that you performed in the lighthouse derby, it's really great." Guo Wei gave thumbs up to Gao Zheng.

But Gao Zheng was surprised: "Does the domestic media even report this?"

"Of course not. You have disappeared in the country now. Before, you could occasionally find your tracks on the field, but now you have nothing." Guo Wei shook his head. "But don't forget that I also have business partners in Italy."

Gao Zheng suddenly realized: "Ah, they told you." Then he asked again: "That old man knows?"

Guo Wei nodded: "I know, I am so happy that I hummed the song."

Gao Zheng remembered that after translating the email of the Sassuolo club to the old man that day, the old man went out with a humming song.

"This old man is really easy to satisfy, just the reserve team's game..."

Guo Wei smiled and did not correct Gao Zheng's statement.

He sometimes feels that the relationship between Gao Zheng and Yang Wenlong is no longer a mentorship, but more like a father and son. Fathers, of course, will be proud of their little progress.

"Oh, who are your opponents in the playoffs?"

"AC Milan."

Gao Zheng finished seeing Guo Shu's expression change, and he looked at him in surprise.

"I'm not kidding, it's AC Milan." Gao Zheng quickly explained.

"What a coincidence?"

"That's what happened."

"When was the game?" Guo Wei asked.

Gao Zheng thought of looking at the ceiling: "May 7, Saturday afternoon."

"I'm going to watch!" Guo Wei was very excited.

"Uncle Guo, what are you excited about... We are away, and people may only let their fans watch." Gao Zheng remembered the lighthouse derby of the reserve team, and Sampdoria did not put a Genoese fan into the training base. .

Guo Wei gave the businessman a sly smile: "I can buy an AC Milan jersey and pretend to be their fan! Do they have the heart to refuse a Chinese fan who has come to Milan from China to make a pilgrimage?"

"..." Gao Zheng was speechless.

Uncle Guo, be careful of being beaten...

※※※

PS, yesterday's match between Croatia and Argentina was really hard to say.

Argentina disappointed me so much, not to mention the two goals won, even without a draw, directly lost a 0:3, completely defeated!

Regarding Messi, this time it’s like I’m in the throat, I don’t vomit, but there are too many words. I have put a few thousand words in the public number linhaitinao11 (林海听涛阁). .

There are two games worth watching today, Brazil vs Costa Rica, Iceland vs Nigeria.

I didn't watch the Serbian-Swiss game in the early morning, and I couldn't bear to stay up all night.

Costa Rica has an excellent goalkeeper, coupled with Brazil's performance in the last game made me lack confidence, so I think this game Brazil should be a draw with Costa Rica.

Iceland has become China's red tennis team after tying Argentina. In the match against Nigeria, I believe Iceland should not put a bus anymore, so what will happen to Iceland without a bus?

I'm still cautiously optimistic about Iceland's small goal over Nigeria.

If you like Lu Yinzheng, please collect: (www.readwn.com) Lu Yinzheng's literature update is the fastest.