Chapter 261: It's New Year

"A Zheng, your dad and I have seen the notice on TV. Do you really even have to compete in the New Year's Eve?"
Mother asked Gao Zheng through WeChat voice.
The preview she was talking about was the CCTV Sports Channel event preview. At 2pm on February 10th, Sampdoria will have a league game against Rome at home.
And at the same time is 9 o'clock in the evening on February 10th, Beijing time. It happens to be the Chinese New Year's Eve, the 29th of the Chinese New Year. This day in China, thousands of families were reunited in front of the TV, eating New Year's Eve dinner, watching the Spring Festival Gala.
Sports Channel has also prepared a sumptuous "New Year's Eve dinner" for everyone, that is, the Serie A live broadcast at nine o'clock in the evening, Sampdoria against Rome, with Gao Zheng's game to present Chinese New Year gifts to fans all over China.
Gao Zheng also replied by voice: "Foreigners do not have the Lunar New Year. For them, February 10 is February 10, but it has no special meaning."
"Then do you eat New Year's Eve dinner?"
"Mom, I said that the Spring Festival is over here, so don't worry about it..." Gao Zheng was very helpless. Mom didn't seem to see her explanation.
After a while, my mother replied: "Oh, I see."
Not voice, but typing.
Gao Zheng held it for a while while holding his mobile phone. This time he used typing to say: "You and Dad take care of your body, don't worry about me, everything is fine on my side."
He wanted to send it out after typing, but after thinking about it, he deleted it again.
He was a little irritable, not because he didn't score in the last round of the game against Turin, but because the Spring Festival was approaching, he found himself a little homesick.
In fact, he has not spent the Spring Festival with his parents for many years.
Since he came to Italy at the age of fifteen, there has never been a family reunion for the Spring Festival.
At first he was homesick in Milan, especially during the Spring Festival.
But then he didn't want to. After spending the acclimatization period in Milan, he learned to speak Italian. As he grew older, he slowly stopped thinking about home. He just immersed himself in football and wanted to make a difference in Italy and even European football.
There is no Spring Festival in Italy, and there is no seven-day holiday during the Lunar New Year every year. Gao Zheng, who has been training and competing all day, cannot take leave alone to return home for the Chinese New Year.
Later, after he canceled the contract with AC Milan, he went directly to the old man, because he didn't want to face his mother's nagging and pressure, he never returned home.
Later, he returned to Italy and pursued his football dream. This time he stayed in Italy and joined Sampdoria's youth training camp. He had no chance to go home in spring.
So for the general public, the Spring Festival is an annual holiday to reunite with family, but for Gao Zheng, it has never been the case.
He was about to forget what it was like last time with his family.
He thought he was used to this kind of days with family members.
But I did not expect that this time, when the Spring Festival was coming, he would be homesick.
Perhaps it is because he has made some small achievements in football, and the differences between him and his parents have disappeared. The relationship between him and his parents is much better than before.
The worst stage was from the years when he was seriously injured in the AC Milan youth team and went to the old man to escape himself.
His mother always believed that he should not be sent to play football, so that there would be no pain like today.
Gao Zheng of course knows that this is his parents' concern for himself, but he has always liked football and has been playing football since childhood, so he cannot accept this concern.
At that time, he didn't even want to answer the phone at home, so he would argue after a few words.
His mother insisted that he go back to school, and then honestly find a job.
He hated this arrangement of his parents in his life.
However, as he established a firm foothold in Sampdoria, especially after his diagnosis by the authoritative German doctor Wolfart last summer, he and his parents have been swept away. He and his parents It was completely reconciled.
He went home last summer and found that his father's temples had a lot of white hair. Even if her mother was wearing makeup, she couldn't hide the aging of her face.
He realized that from fifteen to twenty-two years old, his parents were also getting old unknowingly during the seven years he had experienced.
When I think about it, every family is very lively, the upstairs and downstairs are filled with cheers and laughter on the wine table, the footsteps of relatives and friends walking in the corridor are endless, but the door is closed, and the house is quiet and quiet, even if you eat for a year Dinner is estimated to be almost the same as usual, and it is not rich... Gao Zheng has an apology in his heart.
At this moment, Gao Zheng's cell phone rang again, and he thought it was his mother who sent another message, but when he opened it, he discovered that Feng Shiyao had sent it.
"I glanced at your schedule. The afternoon of February 10 is at two o'clock. Do you want to come over for the New Year after the game?"
Gao Zheng froze.
"This is the case. At that time, the international students who watch the ball together will have to organize the New Year together. Everyone will have dinner together and make dumplings. I think you should have no place to go by then, so ask, do you want to come together?"
Seeing this sentence, Gao Zheng snorted: What does it mean "There is no place to go anyway"? As a famous player, will my spare life not be rich?
But he quickly whispered again-it was indeed not rich, he did not sing at night like some players, almost regarded the nightclub as home. In addition to purchasing daily necessities, he rarely goes out alone, preferring to play video games in his apartment.
Perhaps it was not the first time to receive Gao Zheng's reply, Feng Shiyao added another sentence: "Relax, all are own people, no outsiders."
"Okay..." Gao Zheng replied.
"...What does it mean? So reluctant?" Feng Shiyao immediately replied.
Gao Zheng laughed, and gave a very affirmative answer: "Okay, I will come home and put my stuff after the game!"
"Well, I told them."
"Ok."
Putting down the phone, Gao Zheng's mood improved, although still unable to go back to accompany his parents, but at least this year's Spring Festival, he does not have to live alone...
Wait, Gao Zheng suddenly thought of something.
The game is at two o'clock in the afternoon. Isn't it nine o'clock in the country? When the time comes, my parents will definitely not watch the Spring Festival Gala, but will watch the TV and wait for his live game.
He suddenly had an idea. Although he couldn't go back to spend the New Year with his parents, he could give them a new year.
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Feng Shiyao put down his mobile phone and looked up to Xiao Yingying, who was looking forward to his face: "He agreed."
"Bang!" Xiao Yingying pounced and kissed Feng Shiyao's face.
Feng Shiyao quickly pushed her away: "Calm down!"
Xiao Yingying said with a smile: "Sister Feng is still face-saving."
"Why don't I give him WeChat to you, you will find him directly in the future?" Feng Shiyao shook his phone.
Xiao Yingying waved a firm hand: "No. I just simply like his skills and looks. With the contact of idols, the relationship between our simple idols and fans has deteriorated! Just let the handsome guy live in my beauty. In your imagination!"
Seeing how Xiao Yingying was playing with treasure, Feng Shiyao laughed and scolded: "Sister Xiao is a good dragon."
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It is getting closer and closer to the match against Rome on February 10, and it is getting closer and closer to the Spring Festival.
However, after Gao Zheng finished his training that day, he practiced free kicks for half an hour as usual.
At this time the training ground was empty except for him.
The other teammates have finished training and returned to the locker room as soon as possible. Today they were extremely quick when they withdrew, it seemed that everyone had the same date waiting.
Waiting for Gao Zheng to go back to the sky, there are basically only a few people left in the locker room. Of course, Massey will certainly wait for himself in the locker room, because Gao Zheng wants to rub his car back.
So when Gao Zheng returned to the locker room, when he pushed open the door and found that it was dark inside, he was stunned for a while-the people were all gone!
Didn't Masi wait for me?
At this moment, Gao Zheng suddenly had a great work in front of his eyes, and Alberto Massi's shouting sounded in his ear: "BuonCapodannoCinese (Happy Chinese New Year)!"
Gao Zheng's eyes adjusted to the light, only to find that none of his teammates had left, all in the dressing room, they were wearing so-called Chinese clothes that they did not know where they were from, holding Spring Festival couplets and Fu characters in their hands, let this scene It looks funny.
Everyone looked at Gao Zheng smilingly.
"You guys are..." Gao Zheng didn't respond.
"We know that it will be the New Year in your country soon, and we also know that as a Chinese at this time, you should be with your parents, but I am sorry that there is no way to give you such a long vacation. So I hope to help you have a happy time. Chinese New Year." Head coach Di Francesco came out, he also wore funny Chinese clothes and explained to Gao Zheng.
Everyone pulled the ribbon and brought out a plate of dumplings.
"This is the takeaway we ordered from the Chinese restaurant. I hope it's not cold yet. Come and eat it!" Ma Xichong waved at Gao Zheng at the door.
Gao Zheng looked at these like teammates and coaches who came out of the comedy. They have different skin colors and obvious Western faces. They are paired with strange Chinese clothes that the Chinese themselves don’t wear. There are obvious Violation.
They actually carried these things on their backs, and they don't know at all these days...
He put a dumpling in his mouth.
Leek stuffed.
It is really the taste of Chinese dumplings, and there is absolutely no improvement in order to take care of the taste of the diet here.
As soon as the dumpling bite down, the familiar taste immediately brought Gao Zheng's various feelings to the Spring Festival.
His tears almost came out.
But how can the Big Demon let his teammates see such a shameful scene?
So he raised his neck and swallowed the dumplings.
"Delicious?" Massey looked at Gao Zheng curiously.
Gao Zheng, holding back tears, nodded: "It's delicious!"
"Then let's eat too!"
"Damn, I won't use chopsticks..."
"The Chinese are really amazing. How did they accomplish all the eating movements with two sticks?"
Someone wanted to learn Gao Zheng's appearance, but the slippery dumplings couldn't be picked up anymore, and they were even shaved out of the plate. Others simply hold the chopsticks with their hands, use the chopsticks as a barbecue brazier, and fork the dumplings one by one on the chopsticks. Someone was impatient and simply got started.
There was a lot of fun in the dressing room.
In addition to dumplings, there are other foods and drinks. This time the team opened a buffet in the dressing room. After the game, the team often has this kind of dinner in the locker room, which has added physical strength. Nowadays, only the foods that are usually eaten are replaced with Chinese special foods. The team makes it easy to get along, so it only takes so short time to arrange the scene.
Di Francisco, holding a cup of juice, asked, "How do you say Chinese New Year in your language?"
"Spring Festival." Gao Zheng told him in Chinese.
"Pure? Pure and happy!" He and Gao Zheng drank a glass.
"Happy Chinese New Year, coach. In addition, thank you."
"You're welcome, high. This is a way of expressing our gratitude to you. You know, Sampdoria is my second time coaching the Serie A team, and my first coaching experience was very unsuccessful...so I Thank you, you made my second Serie A coaching resume very beautiful, ha!" Di Francisco is really happy.
Looking at the lively locker room, Gao Zheng suddenly wanted to thank Mr. Squinzi.
If he hadn't turned himself away, how could he come here and meet so many lovely teammates and coaches?
Well, thank you Mr. Sconezi, this time sincerely.
If I have the chance to meet Sassuolo again next time, I will definitely score one less goal for them...
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PS, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, give you an early year in advance!
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