Chapter 41: I am weak

After losing the ball for the first time, Palin was able to stand up and boost morale, and this time, he himself was in deep confusion.
"Strange..." he murmured.
He increasingly felt that the tall figure was familiar, but he could not remember why he was so familiar.
In Palin's stunned time, the coach of the Genoa reserve team, Corradi, has made adjustments.
Now that the Sampdoria reserve team has just equalized the score, the morale must have soared. This is their home field. They certainly will not accept the result of a draw under such circumstances, so in the next game, they will definitely attack with all their strength. .
And this is an opportunity for the Genoa reserve team.
As long as the defense is shrunk and the defensive counterattack is played, you can definitely wait for the opportunity to fight back. At that time, they will kill them at home in Sampdoria. It must be very exciting!
So he called the captain of the game, Andre Doninelli, to the side of the court, and the opportunity was given.
Next, Doninelli will communicate the latest instructions of the head coach to other teammates.
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Sampdoria fans in the stands are teasing Clariant Moretti: "Clariant, what did you just say about the weakness of the tall man?"
Clariant spread his hands: "I don't remember!"
A pleasant laugh sounded from the stands: "Ha ha ha ha ha!!"
From two goals behind to two goals back, their mood is now very good.
"The guys in the reserve team are really full of vitality. They are completely different from the first-team stars. They should let the first-team people come to the reserve team for a while!" Someone said in anger.
"Ah, don't think about unpleasant things at this time."
"There will still be a first team match tomorrow afternoon. I still have hope. I don’t believe that we were fourth last season. We can really be in the second division next season, hey!"
The topic quickly turned to the first team again.
In a football club, the first team is the top priority and the focus of everyone.
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"Genoa has shrunk and defended. Does this mean you want to hold the draw?" On the sidelines, Sampdoria's assistant coach Casilio was puzzled.
"No, they want to fight back." Bruni said.
Cassario raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Twenty minutes left..."
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Gao Zheng's defense was tighter after having a goal and an assist.
While he was passing the football, he heard an exclamation, and then based on his body's sensitivity to fouls-this may be the only benefit that serious injury brought him-he jumped up.
Nevertheless, he was a little slower. Something was hanging on his spikes, which almost made him lose his balance. Fortunately, he stumbled after landing and did not fall to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, San Pietro, his closest teammate, rushed over and snarled behind him: "Yelenić, what the do you want to do!"
Gao Zheng turned around and saw that Jelenic fell to the ground, maintaining a tackle.
He spread his hands and said to the angry San Pietro: "I went to the ball..."
Sampdoria fans booed from the stands. The fans were very dissatisfied with the movement of Jelenic just now, a tackle from the side and back. This kind of action appeared in the professional league and would almost certainly eat cards.
Considering that this is a Lighthouse Derby, even the Reserve’s Lighthouse Derby, the intensity is not weaker than that of the average professional league-before that the two sides have eaten a total of five yellow cards-the referee Mill of this game Ko Manjaraldi drew a yellow card from his pocket and at the same time motioned to Jelenic to get up from the ground.
Jelenic got up from the ground and defended himself innocently: "I really went for the ball, I didn't touch him, you see he is standing well..." He pointed to Gao Zheng.
More Sampdoria players surrounded him: "What do you mean by that action, you know it yourself!"
The Genoese players also hurried up to save their teammates and separate him from the Sampdoria players.
The two sides have a little conflict.
Instead of looking for Jelenic’s trouble, Massey cared about Gao Zheng: "Are you all right?"
Since he knew that Gao Zheng's left foot had been sentenced to death, he paid special attention to Gao Zheng's left foot, and even cared more than Gao Zheng himself...
Gao Zheng shook his head: "It's okay. He just rubbed my shoe spikes, and it didn't count as touching me..."
Marcy frowned: "How can you speak for that bastard?"
"Seeking truth from facts." Gao Zheng smiled.
Massey thought that Gao Zheng had voluntarily confessed to his coach and sports manager the hidden dangers of his left foot before signing the team. He immediately felt that the Devil was a little careless: "Honesty also depends on people. You are honest with jerks like Jelenich. It will only hurt you in the end!"
Gao Zheng pointed to the yellow card in the hands of the referee: "He already has a card, I hope it calms him down."
Marcy pouted: "I wish..."
Based on his knowledge of Jelenich, he felt that this was completely impossible. But since Gao Zheng believed others so sincerely, he seemed to be embarrassed to pour cold water on the kind and honest Gao Zheng...
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Regardless of what Jelenic explained, he still got a yellow card.
Jelenic had to constantly wave his arm to the referee, expressing his dissatisfaction with rich and exaggerated body language.
He was indeed dissatisfied, did not cause Gao Zheng to hurt, but instead let himself eat a yellow card, he felt lost.
And because of this yellow card, he had to be more careful in the next game. Now that he is on the referee's watch list, at this time, he can only be low-key.
He looked at Gao Zheng.
It's really cheap this kid...
But your luck is only once, silly.
Next time, you don't want to avoid it!
Before the game is over, be prepared to cry and get off the court, bastard!
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After the game restarted for a while, Gao Zheng pulled out of the penalty area and retreated to the midfield. He shook his head from side to side, and he was still in Sturaro's defense zone. The midfielder had been staring at himself, but he didn't post it, otherwise there would be empty space behind him.
Seeing this scene, Gao Zheng turned his eyes to other places. He was looking for someone.
When he saw Jelenich, he smiled slightly, then ran slowly.
Gao Zheng, who ran over, did not immediately ask his teammates to ask for the ball, but kept swaying in front of Jelenich while observing the situation on the field.
After a few minutes, when the football was passed here, he raised his hand to his teammates.
After the football passed, Gao Zheng did not immediately pass the football out, nor did he mean to bring the ball forward. He stopped the football and looked up to observe the situation on the field. He seemed hesitant and did not know where to pass the football.
Jelenic took this opportunity to lean up, and he looked very careful.
This time he didn't come up with a flying shovel, because he still remembered that he had a yellow card...
But looking at Gao Zheng and looking up, he didn't care about the football under his feet. He was still a little bit irritable-isn't this a good opportunity to steal the ball?
Those Sampdoria players seem to trust this silly big guy. When he took the ball, there was no one close to him at close range. If he could grab the ball from his feet, wouldn't he have a great chance of directly taking a counterattack?
Once this idea is formed in Jelenich's mind, it can no longer be suppressed.
Thinking of this, Jelenic glanced at Gao Zheng and found that the other party had turned his head to look on the side.
opportunity!
Jelenic poked his foot towards the football.
But just when his foot was stretched out, Gao Zheng, who seemed indifferent to the football under his foot, suddenly passed the football horizontally with the inside of his right foot. He jumped up when he finished passing the ball.
At the same time, Jelenic's foot also stabbed over, reaching the toe of Gao Zheng's right foot.
At the same time, Jelenich screamed in his ears.
When he recovered, he found the silly big man lying in front of him, covering his right foot with both hands, his brow twisted into Roman numeral III, and his expression was very painful...
He was stunned. What happened?
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San Pietro raised his arms again and shouted loudly.
Marcy rushed to Gao Zheng who fell to the ground.
The other Sampdoria players once again rushed to Jelenic.
At the same time, the stand also shrill boos from Sampdoria fans.
There was a short whistle in the boos.
The referee, Manjaraldi, blew his whistle and ran to the location of the accident, trying to separate the two players.
San Pietro yelled at him: "That has been there several times! He did it on purpose! Mr. Referee, apparently he didn't take the warning you just took into consideration!"
Marcy, who threw himself in front of Gao Zheng, grabbed his arm: "How are you, your left foot is all right!" His voice was shaking.
Gao Zheng also grabbed Marcy's arm with his backhand: "Take it lightly, Alberto, you pinch me..."
"Where's the pain? Is it the left foot?" Marcy panicked more, gripping Gao Zheng's arm with more force.
"Of course it hurts your pinched arm..." Gao Zheng took a breath and said with a frowning expression in pain.
Anyone who sees this scene will feel that Gao Zheng suffered a very serious foul.
The coach of the Sampdoria reserve team, Bruni, also stood up from the seat and raised into the court: "Two times! Two consecutive times!"
He reminded the head referee.
Marcy froze: "Arms? What about your left foot?"
"What left foot?" Gao Zheng looked confused.
"Yelenić... Didn't he shovel you that bastard?" Massey was more puzzled.
"Yes, he rubbed my sole, but that's not the left foot, but the right foot... Alberto, you help me see, does the referee mean to play?" Gao Zheng lying on the ground, Did not look up.
Massey was confused, but he looked up at the referee obediently.
Manjaraldi dispersed the players in front of him with one hand, and touched the pocket behind the shorts with the other hand...
"It's time to dig..."
"That line, pull me up, slow down."
"Or wait for the team doctor?"
"Farewell, wait for the team to come up, and I will follow him to the end..." Gao Zheng himself was about to get up.
Seeing this, Massy quickly helped him and pulled him up.
Just after getting up, Gao Zheng saw the referee holding two cards, one yellow and one red.
Jelenic will receive a second yellow card for what he has done, and then the two yellow cards will be combined into a red card-he was sent off!
Jelenic desperately explained to the head referee: "I really did not touch him! I really did not touch him!"
Then he saw Gao Zheng standing up and quickly pointed at him and said to the referee: "He is a flop! You see that he has nothing to do! I just want to grab the ball..."
Gao Zheng ignored him and moved his right foot slowly with his head down, as if observing the condition of the kicked right foot.
The referee Komanjaraldi did not return his head, and said to Jelenic: "You are the second consecutive time, without explanation, go down and calm down!"
Then he gave a yellow card first, then a red card, and sent Jelenic off the court!
"Are you all right?" Massey didn't care much about Jelenich's end, he asked Gao Zheng with concern.
But Gao Zheng returned a smiley face to him: "Of course it's okay, I said, he just rubbed my sole."
Looking at Gao Zheng's smile, listening to what he said, and then thinking about his series of reactions just now, something suddenly turned up in Alberto Massey's mind, and he lowered his voice while covering his mouth and said, "You ...Fake?!"
Gao Zheng frowned: "Well, he really kicked me."
"But I just rubbed..."
"Yes, I look weak and can't help the wind." Gao Zheng smiled.
Massey couldn't help but open his mouth, he suddenly realized a problem:
I'm stupid, yes, I'm stupid.
I would have forgotten that Gao is the Great Demon King, and how could the Great Demon King be a good cult?
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PS, two games last night, the most worth mentioning is of course the game between Argentina and Iceland.
I thought Ronaldo's hat trick would stimulate Messi and give him a stronger performance. Didn't the two of them do this at the club these years?
But I forgot, the Argentina national team is not Barcelona...
Not to mention the result of the game, it can only be said that Messi's psychological endurance is really an old saying.
The same is a penalty, Ronaldo can enter, he kicked a goalkeeper's favorite angle, this is by no means a problem of ability, this is a psychological problem.
I thought about it and thought it should be like this:
Cristiano Ronaldo has not been scolded since his debut. At that time, he was scolded and thrown at Manchester United. The scolding was fancy. In the 2006 World Cup, he was scolded by the English media for blinking. Later, he moved to Real Madrid and was constantly scolded under direct competition with Messi, especially when the number of golden was far behind Messi, he was ridiculed for "forced double arrogance". After getting three votes, he was laughed at. "Luo three votes"... As the penalty kicker, he scored a penalty and was called "ball jade". He satirized C Ronaldo's penalty by Messi. Goals-As a result, when a penalty kick is needed at the World Cup, Ronaldo scores and Messi misses the goal. Can anyone say that there is nothing remarkable about taking a penalty? Withstanding pressure is also an ability that must be mastered as a top star.
Perhaps it was the uninterrupted scolding and ridicule that gave C Luo Shengsheng a steel-like heart.
Messi was praised by thousands of people since his debut, and was held in the palm of Barcelona, ​​let Ronaldinho protect him and teach him, and finally make a place for him... this road may be too smooth, but let him in Faced with extreme pressure is not so tough and stubborn.
Comparing with Ronaldo, he has been adored with thousands of people, the world is so good to him, so fate is too cruel to him...
In fact, there is still a lot to say, such as Iceland.
However, I thought about it, or put it in the public account, too much talk here, it also affects everyone's reading. So I will just put it in the public account in the future, after all, after the shelf, I still say in the chapter, but it will be charged, just a few words in the chapter...
So don't forget to add my WeChat public account: linhaitinao11, the name "Linhai Tingtaoge". If I can, I want to write an insight about the World Cup every day-of course, as long as it does not affect my normal novel writing, after all, after the World Cup starts, my manuscripts are already in jeopardy...
Today’s prediction of the game will be put at the 5 o’clock in the afternoon, thank you.
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