"...We noticed that Coach Atzori said the word "discipline" a total of seventeen times throughout his interview. He blamed the team's relegation last season because of the lack of discipline and the lack of morale caused by the lack of discipline. He Considering that Sampdoria's normal strength should not be relegated. He promised to build Sampdoria into a steel-like army in the new season, invincible... It seems that Atzori is planning to work in Sampdoria Doria is a coach with an iron fist in the army-this is completely different from when he was coaching at Regina..."

When the shop door was pushed open, Polata also put down the "Nineteenth Century" and looked at Gao Zheng who had come in.

"Hi Gao, is your new head coach a very hard-working person?"

"Why do you ask, boss?" Gao Zheng was very strange.

"He gave me the impression in this interview that it seems to pay special attention to team discipline." Polata pointed to the newspaper on the table, which was above it.

Gao Zheng remembered what Atzori emphasized. He said, "Ah, he really takes discipline."

"What do you think, high?"

"It is certainly a good thing to pay attention to discipline," Gao Zheng replied.

"Come on, high, I have no outsiders here, and I am not a reporter." Polata said. "It is certainly a good thing to pay attention to discipline, but only to discipline? This interview is the second time he has been interviewed by our media since he took office. The first interview was just announced by the official. At that time, he had not yet come to the ball. Nothing can be said in the team. But now? He has already started to lead the team to train, and he has said so much, only discipline and discipline throughout the text. What about our tactics, lineup?"

Gao Zheng looked at the grumbled fat boss and smiled, not talking.

"In training? Can you see what he has in mind?" Polata turned his gaze to Gao Zheng who smiled and said nothing.

Gao Zheng spread his hands: "Boss, the training has just begun."

Polata sighed in disappointment: "Okay. Please forgive me, Gao. I'm a little too anxious. After all, we played in the second division this season. I don't want to stay in the second division for too long..."

"Relax, boss. I don't want to play the second division all the time."

"That's good, that's good," Polata said as she pretended to be Gao Kao.

But Gao Zheng said: "More, boss."

"More? Where is more?" Polata was unsure.

"The day after tomorrow we will start a closed training camp. I don't even know how to do it at home. You give me so much, I can't finish it."

"Closed training? Oh oh!" Polata suddenly, took out the more loaded Fuka.

Before leaving, he said to Gao Zheng: "Come on, Gao! Can I see you in the first round of the league?"

Gao Zheng smiled: "I don't know, you have to ask the head coach."

"Then conquer him in this one-and-a-half month training and warm-up match!" Polata waved his fist to Gao Zheng.

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Sampdoria's pre-season training this year, where he did not go, took place at the Mugnani Sports Center in Boriasco.

This may be due to the fact that falling into the second division has greatly affected the club's income, so for the purpose of saving, it is directly closed in its own training base.

After a week of physical training, the Sampdoria coaching staff began to add ball training to the training.

In offensive training, Gao Zheng, as he did in the reserve team training, frequently pulled out of the penalty area and involved countermeasures.

But this time, the sharp whistle sounded.

Then Gao Zheng saw Atzori frowning and walking towards him—there was no player beside him at this time, so Atzori's goal must be him.

Gao Zheng didn't understand why the training was interrupted, and he didn't make any mistakes in the training just now.

He stood there, looking at the head coach getting closer and closer.

Atzori stopped when he was about four or five meters away from Gao Zheng, and did not walk directly to Gao Zheng. This is because Atzori is 1.81 meters tall, Gaozheng is 1.19 meters tall, and the height of the two sides is different by 9 centimeters. If he walks close to Gaozheng, he may have to raise his head and talk to Gaozheng slightly. .

In Atzori's view, this attitude of looking up is not conducive to maintaining the authority of the head coach.

"Where are you playing?"

Atzori asked Gao Zheng in confusion-did the head coach even know where he was playing? Although it used to be physical training without a ball, did you not even do this homework?

Although strange, he answered the head coach's question honestly: "Center."

"Then you don't stay in front of the door, what do you always run out of?"

Gao Zheng defended himself: "That's how I played in the reserve team, coach. The performance is also good..."

But he didn't expect his explanation to make Atzori angry, he even scolded: "Then the **** is the reserve team! This is the first team, hell!"

The training has completely stopped, everyone is watching Gao Zheng and Atzori, no one dares to speak.

Gao Zheng looked at the excited head coach and remembered what Icardi told him after the first day of training: the head coach is for us?

That's right, Gao Zheng felt like he was being targeted by the new head coach.

It is said that some head coaches will take some special actions to quickly establish his authority and status in the team after taking up the new post. The so-called new officials take three fires...

But Gao Zheng didn't expect that the fire actually hit his head.

He remembered that on the first day of training, the head coach looked at his eyes after scolding the reporter.

For some reason, he felt that the information released in that look was not friendly.

He was very strange in his heart. He had never dealt with this head coach before. He didn't know how he offended the new head coach.

"You are a center! What should the center do? Should nail me firmly in front of the opponent's door!"

Then offside, coach. Gao Zheng silently said in his heart.

"It's like a beacon! Let your teammates always find you when they pass the ball, not when they break through the opponent's defense line and want to pass, only when the mother finds no one in front of the door! You have to fight the opponent's guard in the penalty area, Attract their attention and create better opportunities for your teammates! Instead of escaping from the restricted area like a mother cannon!"

Gao Zheng frowned. He found that this new head coach and his head coach Bruni in the reserve team had completely different definitions of center. Atzori's "center" is more like a traditional power center.

Gao Zheng knew that he was not that kind of center because he didn't have a strong enough body. Even before he was injured, he didn’t play like that. He wasn’t a person who played football from his body. There is a proof-although he has always belonged to the tall people of the same age among his peers, but his header The level can only be said to be average, he will not choose to use the head to deal with the ball.

This is related to the training he received when he was a kid. When he played football under the old man, in order to improve his foot skills, the old man once prohibited him from using his head to handle the ball, although it would be easy to score. The habit that has been developed for such a long time is that Gao Zheng's feet have excellent technology like a 1.95 player, but his header level is generally not like a 1.95 player...

"Give me back to the door and be a real center!"

In the end, Atzori pointed to the area in front of the goal and spoke to Gao Zheng without any doubt.

"But the coach, I don't adapt..." Gao Zheng said embarrassedly.

But Atzori didn't listen to his explanation, keeping his finger in front of the door: "Then adapt to my requirements from now on, or go back to your reserve team."

Hearing this, there was a nervous expression on the players' faces.

Especially Icardi, staring at Gao Zheng very nervously, fearing that he will be impulsive and really rushed back to the reserve team by the head coach-in other words, he is over age, even if he can reserve team, he can only follow the training, it is difficult Participate in the competition.

But Gao Zheng was not impulsive, he said after a few seconds of silence: "Okay, coach."

After he finished, he ran to the door.

Atzori looked around and was satisfied with everyone's response.

He just wanted this effect to make everyone understand who is the boss here!

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PS, there are only the last two games left in the World Cup. This evening is the final of the third or fourth place. How many people should pay attention? This game is a battle of tasteless...

I'm cautiously optimistic about Belgium's victory over England!

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