Chapter 237: The mountain is there

"Beep--!"
A clear whistle sounded on the training ground of the first team of Vinovo.
Accompanied by this whistle, technical coach Massimo Carrera kicked the football horizontally, and Giovenko, wearing a training vest, rushed up and volleyed without stopping the ball, kicking the football towards the goal.
The football draws a clear arc in the air, straight into the upper right corner of the goal. This is clearly a very beautiful shot.
But when the football was about to fly to the goal, it was shot with one hand!
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" Qiao Wenke shouted with his head in his hands, regretting that he didn't even score a goal with such a powerful shot.
The person who saved his shot landed, rolled around and climbed up, then grinned at Giovenko: "Sebastien, you can't do this, continue to work hard!"
Qiao Wenke was very depressed, he turned to look at the side coach assistant coach Angelo Alessio: "Coach..."
Alessio is also speechless, turning his head to look at the head coach Conte.
Conti reluctantly rushed to the big man in front of the door: "Buffon you come down, Stolari you go guard."
Hearing this arrangement, Buffon was dumbfounded. He spread his hands: "Why, coach?"
"We are shooting training, not goalkeeper training! So far the striker hasn't scored a goal! No matter how you pounce, I worry that the strikers are not confident!" Conte angered.
There was a burst of laughter on the training ground.
In the laughter, Buffon ran down honestly, and his replacement Marco Stolar stood in front of the goal wearing gloves.
The teammates had a lot of discussions: "Gigi (Gigi, Buffon's name Gianluigi's nickname) is in such a good state, I am the first time to see him zero us in training..."
"Maybe it is related to that Chinese?"
"Are you talking about high? It seems that Ji Ji wants to teach the arrogant boy!"
"It's really bad luck to meet Jiji in such a good state, hey!"
"I suddenly felt sorry for the kid..."
"What's so pitiful, he didn't ask for it? Locking the top scorer twenty-five rounds in advance, this kind of remark is inexplicable, is it really that we have no one in Serie A? It's just for AC Milan and Genoa I scored a few more goals. It’s not that I say that the current AC Milan have a fake name. What a giant... Genoa is not to mention, the so-called'Beacon Derby' is just a rookie pecking each other..."
"That's right! Let him see what the real giants of Serie A look like!"
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After the training, Buffon was surrounded by reporters outside the training base: "Gigi! The next game is against Sampdoria. Let's talk about high, he is now the top scorer! And you only Eleven goals conceded, the goalkeeper with the fewest goals..."
Buffon shook his head and smiled honestly: "I don't lose the ball because of the whole team. It's not me. The defense depends on the overall situation. The overall situation is not good. It is useless to rely on the goalkeeper."
"What do you think of the showdown between you and Gao..."
"I am looking forward to this game, but this is not a match between Gao and me. Any game is not a match between two people. I think this simplified approach is not enough to respect other players."
When Buffon answered questions from reporters, he always had a gentle smile on his face, coupled with his stubble, it looked like he was an ordinary middle-aged uncle. But no one would have forgotten how powerful he was standing in front of the door because of his harmless image of humans and animals. The forward with a weak psychological quality would only soften when he saw him shoot.
It is such a simple uncle, the legendary goal of this world football.
After patiently answering everyone's questions, Buffon waved goodbye to the reporters.
Looking at his back, the reporters have a consensus-it is really unfortunate for Gao Zheng to stand on such an opponent. He must have failed to score in two consecutive rounds. And after his misfire, Sampdoria is estimated to be difficult to retreat from Juventus Arena.
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As soon as Gao Zheng finished his training, he was blocked by the reporters.
"High, the next game is against Juventus. Is this a problem for you?"
Gao Zheng is very strange: "Trouble? No. Why?"
"You haven't scored in one round, and the next..."
Gao Zheng interrupted his words with a smile: "Frighten me for a day, and seeing your tone, I thought I hadn't scored in the ten rounds of the league. Was there only one round? Isn't it normal to not score a round?"
"Isn't it normal to not score in two league matches?" A reporter excite him.
"of course."
"Three rounds?"
"It's also normal." Gao Zheng may not know what the reporters mean, but he is calm like water and said in a sincere tone.
"Are you sure?" Even the reporter was confused by such a calm Gao Zheng, so he asked.
"Of course, otherwise?" Gao Zheng spread his hands. "Isn't it abnormal to not score in three rounds? Not to mention three rounds. What's the big deal of not scoring in four or five rounds? If it's just It’s not normal if you didn’t score in the third round of the league, so sorry, there are too many abnormal forwards in this league-first declare that I disagree with this argument, but this conclusion is drawn according to your rules, so if Some people feel offended, so the injustice has the debt and the owner, please find this reporter."
Gao Zheng said while pointing at the reporter who was picking things up: "Excuse me, where do you come from?"
The other party didn’t expect Gao Zheng’s operation to be so sarcastic, completely misinterpreting his meaning. He didn’t say anything in black. Obviously he still remembered the tragic experience of the reporter of the Trade Courier Kiorno—Gao Zheng did what he said. After that, he never answered any interview with Kehorno, even if the latter asked him to answer by name.
He was afraid that his newspaper would also be on the blacklist.
The result was at this moment, someone next to him suddenly shouted loudly: "Torino Sports News!"
Gao Zheng gave him a thumbs up and said in Italian: "Thank you."
"You're welcome!" The man had a satisfied smile after helping others.
The Turin reporter looked back at him and found out that he was a Chinese reporter. After discovering his gaze, the Chinese reporter greeted him: "Hello, Chinese reporter Wang Yixing."
The Turin reporter ignored him.
He has no time to take care of it now, he must explain this matter clearly, and these peers are not too much to see the lively!
So he said to Gao Zheng: "You know what I mean, I only asked because you claimed to have reserved Golden Boots. For a player who wants to get the best shooter, is it normal to not score in three rounds? Know you It is now only two goals ahead of Sharavi and three goals ahead of Cavani."
"Sorry, this reporter from the "Turin Sports News". Even if I only scored one more goal than the second, then I am also the first. And I think this reporter, you overlooked the most important point If I can’t guarantee that every round of the league will score goals, what about the others? Is it okay for others? When I don’t score, and when they don’t, isn’t it normal? Are you entangled? What's the point of not scoring in one game or even two games?"
The Turin reporter is embarrassed.
Because this matter was indeed caused by him, he originally said that with a mentality of finding fault, intending to anger Gao Zheng, let him say irrational words, so as to make a big news.
As a result, Gao Zheng, the boy, even eliminated the fight, but he was a little unable to get off the stage now.
He snorted and forcibly regained his dignity and said, "Say so much, you are just looking for reasons for your failure in advance! Of course, it is normal to not score. Since it is so normal, why do you have to book your golden boots in advance, Don’t you know it seems too arrogant...

Gao Zheng interrupted his words: "No, you made a mistake, Mr. Reporter. I said that it is normal to not score a few games, it does not mean that I can't get the golden boot. I said, I got the golden boot. , Then I'm determined, whether you believe it or not. I'm not arrogant, I just have confidence in myself. I have a strength of two hundred, why should I say that only one hundred points is to appeal to you like this Do you like people? Sorry you may not know me enough, I am not such a person."
Then Gao Zheng no longer looked at him, but said to the reporters around him: "Everyone knows that I have been trained to play football in Wismara, and I also know that I have suffered serious injuries and the Milan laboratory. Misdiagnosed, and even wanted to give up football for a time. That was the trough of my life, the absolute trough. I was shocked and disheartened. I doubted my talent, I doubted the path I chose to take. In order not to completely rotten in the mud It’s off, I changed the way to face this world-I promise you never saw so many smiles on my face before."
Speaking of which, Gao Zheng grinned broadly and sincerely.
"Why do I love to laugh so much? Do I still cry because I don't laugh? Since then, my mood has improved a lot. No matter how difficult it is, laughter is over, isn't it? Hippie smiles at the world and will find this The world seems less cruel..."
The reporters were dumbfounded, including the reporters Wang Yixing, Lu Bing, and Freccello, who were more familiar with Gao Zheng, and they were surprised to find that they had never understood Gao Zheng... because these words Never heard of it.
More people don't understand why Gao Zheng suddenly started to tell his journey. Even when he was interviewed by Freccello, he hadn't spoken so deeply about past setbacks.
The open voice recorder, mobile phone camera function and camera were not turned off, and the scene in front of him was faithfully recorded.
As for the Torino reporter, he completely forgot to speak.
"I thought that when I smiled and faced the world, I would be treated tenderly by the world. To be honest... most of the time, it is like this. For example, I came to Genoa, joined Sampdoria, and I met likes here. My fans, coaches and teammates, as well as the club’s chairman, they all like me. I thought this is the case all over the world, but recently I suddenly found out that this is not the case. When I am attacked by others, I will be hit back I think there is no demeanor, and no one cares if the person attacking me has demeanor. So I have been mistaken a little bit before-I should smile at people who like me."
Gao Zheng smiled.
"But I can't make everyone like me, and those who don't like me? Do I have to smile to maintain my demeanor? I think..." He tilted his head and frowned, thinking after a second, "I think Go, fuck, my Gao Zheng is so cocky."
He suddenly burst out a swearing, which is very rare in Gao Zheng.
"I was so good at the AC Milan youth training camp, and now I am so good at the adult team. I scored 16 goals in the eighteen rounds; I scored four goals in AC Milan in San Siro, the first in 83 years. People; last season I scored 20 goals with less than a third of the league, and 14 assists... I have behaved like this, why do people who do not like me Pretending to be grandchildren in front of them? Just to protect their fragile and careful liver and make them feel better?"
The reporters were stunned in the face of such bragging Gao Zheng. Although Gao Zheng said all the facts, he made them feel shocked when he spoke so straightforwardly...
"So what should I do? I do what I want, and for those who don't like me, I only have one sentence: The mountain is there. Whether you like it or not, the mountain is there."
Gao Zheng breathed out after speaking, and seemed to spit out the turbid breath that had been accumulated in his heart since he was seriously injured: "Cool!"
Then he lined up and left.
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