Chapter 105: Christmas (for subscription)

"The game is over! Sampdoria tied Pescara on the road! Ended the game before the winter break with a draw. The league played 20 rounds and experienced a change of coach. Sampdoria was the new head coach. After taking office, I found the correct rhythm...I am currently ranked seventh in the league. Although I have not entered the top six of the league, there are still half a season. With the current momentum of Sampdoria, I will reappear in the first league next season. It’s not impossible... And the star of Sampdoria at the end of the first half of the league is of course tall!"
When Celio said so, Gao Zheng gave a close-up shot of the TV broadcast.
He and his teammates were walking down the court while talking about something.
Because he kept covering his mouth with his hands, no one knew what he was talking about, but from his expression, he was very relaxed.
"Maybe I'm asking my teammates where to go on Christmas vacation...ha!" Silio guessed.
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"Hey, Gao, how are you going to spend your Christmas holiday?" As he walked into the player's passage, Obiang asked him warmly, putting his arm on Gao Zheng's shoulder.
"Don't think about it, maybe stay in Boriasco."
"It's really boring, should there be a holiday, shouldn't we just relax?"
"I feel relaxed at home..."
"Don't be so high, you are a 20-year-old young man, you need to vent your excess energy!"
Gao Zhengle: "I think it's okay, Pedro."
"I plan to go to Mallorca, don't you go with me? There are yachts, and a lot of beautiful girls! And carnival parties!"
"Forget it, Pedro, I don't want to gossip the gossip tabloid." Gao Zheng shrugged.
Obiang laughed: "You Chinese are so shy!"
Gao Zheng silently talked in his heart, Chinese talents are not shy, and the entertainment method of Jiu Chi Rou Lin was invented by our Chinese ancestors. What you play now is the rest of our play...
But he still said with a smile on his face: "I and Alberto have an appointment to get together for the holiday."
Obiang knew who Alberto said they were and was a teammate of the reserve team last season, but he did not have a close relationship with them, and the group played too lightly, he didn’t like it, so he put it on Shake hands: "Then I wish you a happy holiday!"
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The club did not leave the players after playing Pescara, but chose to have a dinner for the players before Christmas.
After the dinner is over, the holiday is officially started.
Although Gao Zheng did not arrange a holiday to go abroad, he had received a call from Massi and they had an appointment to gather in Genoa for the Christmas holiday.
"I knew he would call Icardi. Fortunately, I called you. Fortunately, I wasn't fighting alone..." Seeing Icardi beside Gao Zheng, Massi said to San Pietro and Tozo around him.
"Well, Alberto, if I don't call Mauro, he will be forgotten." Gao Zheng patted Icardi beside him.
"I can prove it!" San Pietro raised his hand and said. San Pietro, born in 1993, can continue to play in the reserve because of his age, so he and Icardi are teammates of the reserve. In the reserve team, Icardi really does not have any friends, always alone.
But Icardi didn't seem to appreciate it, and glared at Gao Zheng: "That's because I focused on scoring in the reserve team, so I didn't have time to make friends..."
Gao Zheng hugged Icardi and rubbed his hair and said, "It's done, I know you scored twelve goals in the reserve team, it's amazing!"
Icardi frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "How do I think you are mocking me when you say this from your mouth?"
"Don't think about it." Gao Zheng rubbed Icardi's hair hard again. "I'm sincerely congratulating you, you did a good job in the reserve team!"
"But you did better in the first team..." Icardi muttered softly.
Gao Zheng didn't hear Icardi's mumble, he turned his eyes to Massi, San Pietro and Tozo, and found that there were fewer people: "Hey, didn't Leto come?"
Massi glanced at Tozo and San Pietro and said a little unnaturally: "I called the boy, but he said that he had already gone on vacation and he would not come..."
"What vacation, David just doesn't want to come." Tozo said next to him.
"Why?" Gao Zheng was surprised.
"He doesn't mix well now..." Massey explained. "Maybe I feel a little inferior in front of us."
"Where did he go?" Gao Zheng asked.
After the end of last season, Leto was not able to successfully sign with the Sampdoria club. He left the club after the contract expired.
"Briasco..." Massi said.
"Isn't that our town?" Gao Zheng wondered.
"Yes, don't you know there is a team in this town too?"
Gao Zheng shook his head blankly.
"In fact there is indeed a team. I don't want to make a conclusion so early, but going to that kind of team is basically the same as leaving professional football." Massey spread his hand. "The Boriasco Club isn't even a professional club. Playing in that kind of place, unless it's talented, it's very difficult to play."
"David may be clear in his heart, so he is unwilling to meet us, he feels that we have distanced him from him." Tozo said.
This is the cruelty of professional football.
Even if he plays in a team that has won the national championship of the reserve team, he may not be able to gain a foothold in the first team.
On the way to growth, there are many people who have been walking along the way slowly, and finally there are only a handful of people who can stand side by side on the professional court.
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The three had finished dinner together, and the party was over.
I didn’t go to the nightclub until early in the morning, and I didn’t find a bar to continue my old days.
Gao Zheng declined Masi's good intention to drive him home: "I'm not worried about your car skills-I can fall asleep when you drive, and you said I have nothing to worry about?" he explained. "I just want to wander around casually. Since I came out of Boriasco, I still want to see the night view of the big city."
Then he said goodbye to Massi and Icardi at the restaurant door, pressed the cap of the cap down again, and raised the collar of the down jacket high to block most of his face, plus it was dark at night, not careful It may not be possible to recognize him.
In this way, Gao Zheng wandered on the streets of tourists.
This is a Christmas holiday, similar to the Chinese New Year, and the most solemn holiday for foreigners.
Genoa Street, which is very busy on weekdays, is even more crowded.
Christmas trees with colorful lights can be seen everywhere.
Gao Zheng saw this scene and it sounded a year ago. He and Lao Zhao sat on the road blowing cold wind. At that time, he had decided to return to Italy to pursue his goal, but what about the future, whether he or he was old Zhao, in fact, has no idea.
That night, Lao Zhao drank a lot of wine and said a lot of things, and Gao Zheng also felt a lot of emotion.
The lively joy of Christmas and the lost confusion of old Zhao form a stark contrast.
Today, he thought of Leto again. At that time, he had better teammates in the reserve team and won the national championship of the reserve team, but now he is playing in a small town team. Is it possible to kill in the future? Hard to say.
Although it should be a very happy time, Gao Zheng's mood at the end of the party did not get better.
During the stroll, he came to a small square where many people gathered.
It turned out that many street performers performed in this small square, which attracted the attention of tourists.
Some people are performing street magic, some are playing fancy football, and others are painting their bodies in metallic colors to imitate statues...
Gao Zheng browsed one by one and found a female singer with a woolen hat in one corner. She was wearing tight jeans and a high-waisted jacket with a fluff inside. She pedaled a pair of long leather boots and sat on the speaker casually. , Holding a guitar in his arms, while shaking the strings, gently swaying his body, singing a cheerful rhythm song.
"...Since I came here, I felt joy and fear and found that I was making every possible mistake. La La La La La La La La La La La La..." (Remarks: Song from VoxAngeli "NewSoul")
When she shook her head and hummed "La La La", she closed her eyes and raised the corner of her mouth slightly, with a contented smile.
This look moved Gao Zheng and made him decide to stop and stop to appreciate it.
From time to time, someone stepped forward and placed the coin in his open guitar case.
Gao Zheng planned to do the same. He drew a coin from his pocket, stepped forward, and squatted down to put the coin in.
The female singer raised her head and thanked Gao Zheng with a smile of gratitude.
But Gao Zheng froze, and the girl in front of him had a face that made him feel familiar.
He seemed to have seen it somewhere.
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