Because the next day's game was home games, any player who was selected for the roster did not have to go home, but would live directly at the Mugnaini training base.

Of course, dinner was all solved in the restaurant at the training base.

When Gao Zheng changed his clothes and came to the restaurant, he found Pelle waving at him: "Here, Gao, here!"

His actions attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked at him in confusion, not understanding what happened to Pelle.

I looked down on Gao Zheng before, but when I met Gao Zheng, I wish I could look at him with my nostrils.

Why do you suddenly become so enthusiastic now?

In front of everyone, Gao Zheng naturally could not turn a blind eye to Pelle's greeting, so he walked over and said, "What's wrong?"

"Sit down, I'll take you a seat! A good seat by the window!" Pelle stood up enthusiastically and pointed at the seat opposite.

"Uh..." Gao Zheng was confused and didn't understand why Pelle was so enthusiastic. "I haven't picked up the food yet..."

"No, sit down, I'll get it for you. Just tell me what you want to eat!"

"It doesn't need to...I'll go by myself..."

Gao Zheng wanted to reject Pelle's kindness, but Pelle forced him to the seat: "No, no, just sit, you really sit, I'll pick you up the food, what do you want to eat? Or do you say anything?"

Gao Zheng couldn't resist the enthusiastic Pelle, so he had to say: "Anything is OK..."

"Okay, then I'll go!" Pelle trotted to the dining table.

Gao Zheng noticed that his teammates looked at him with a questioning look, obviously asking him what was going on, but Gao Zheng was also confused. He could only shrug his shoulders and spread his hands and whisper, saying that he didn't know.

At this moment, Pelle returned to the seat with the plate. He gently placed the plate in front of Gao Zheng with both hands: "I really took it casually..."

Gao Zheng didn't even look at what was on the plate, so he nodded quickly: "It's pretty good, it's pretty good."

Pelle sat opposite Gao Zheng, then looked around, lowered his voice and said to Gao Zheng, "I really have no worth for you, Gao."

"Ah?" Gao Zheng didn't expect Pelle to say that.

"I read an exclusive interview with you in the 19th Century newspaper. You said that Sampdoria was your last chance to try, so I can understand Sampdoria's feelings and status in your heart. But I still want to say that you must not be blinded by this emotion... I think Sampdoria Club does not respect you enough!" Pelle looked forward, lowered his business, and tried to find out in front of Gao Zheng and said.

"Ha?" Gao Zheng showed a surprised expression.

When Pelle saw Gao Zheng's expression, he said proudly: "This is something I have only observed recently. To be honest, with your strength, let alone in the second division, even if you go to the first division, it is a group of teams who are rushing to be in the first division. They are definitely players at the main level. But you can only play as a substitute in Sampdoria. I heard that you have a very good relationship with the team's previous head coach. I don't know if this head coach will be affected by that rumor, so he deliberately treats you like this... Don't be kept in the dark!"

Hearing Pelle's words, Gao Zheng laughed: "So you are worried about me..."

Pelle corrected him: "I just feel unworthy for you."

Gao Zheng expressed his gratitude to Pelle: "Thank you, but in fact I was not kept in the dark, nor did I feel that the club did not respect me enough."

This time it was Pelle's turn to be surprised: "What did you say?"

So Gao Zheng briefly talked about his affairs in China, and finally he said to Pelle: "...In fact, I don't play the starting lineup because my physical fitness is not enough to make me play the whole game. I have a year of blank period in China, and this year's blank period still has a great impact on me."

Pelle was dumbfounded: "This experience is not in that interview..."

"It's not something that needs to be told to reporters, right?"

"Well..." Pelle agreed, and then he said in an incredible tone: "There is still a year of blank period behind your performance... If you are not injured and do not have this year of blank period, how powerful you would be now... Maybe you won't be here, you should be in the first team of AC Milan! What a pity..."

"It's nothing bad. AC Milan's first team may not give me so many opportunities to play." Gao Zheng was able to see it.

"But if you are in AC Milan, your fame should be much higher than it is now!"

"Famousness is nothing but a cloud..."

"Floating clouds?"

"Oh, it's like clouds in the sky, fluttering with the wind, and a gust of wind blows away. It's just a false reputation. If you can't get more opportunities to play and can't show convincing performance, such fame is like a cloud that can be blown away by the wind." Gao Zheng said with some emotion.

He experienced Xu Ming when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. It was very pleasant at the beginning, which made him feel complacent and felt as if he was already a superstar. As a result, a serious injury changed everything.

When his photos of him on the Chinese wild court appeared online, those who once liked him were scolding him. At this time, they would never think about their honor at AC Milan U16. So the honor at that time was meaningless. No matter how good he played football when he was young, if he could not make a fortune in professional football, the honor and fame when he was young would become a heavy burden.

After Gao Zheng said this, he buried his head in his dinner.

But Pelle did not speak this time, but fell into deep thought.

Gao Zheng's words touched him.

From Parma to Sampdoria, from the first-tier league to the second-tier league, he had to comfort himself with the reputation of being a striker of a team of first-tier teams, and find a psychological advantage in front of a group of new teammates.

But what's the point?

He did not play in this team because of his identity as a Class A striker.

He has always been accustomed to using bragging to maintain his pitiful self-esteem, but he actually knew very well that he was definitely not as confident as he showed. Everyone laughed at him and hated his arrogance, but the "armor" he used to protect himself.

Not enough is this a kind of protection or an escape?

He always talks about Real Madrid's favorite thing about him, but it cannot change his current failed career...

The name is like a cloud...

Pelle leaned back, leaned against the back of the chair, looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly he figured out something.

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"What an interesting person." Assistant coach Carillo told Yacini in the office of head coach Yacini. "This is the first time I have seen a player who doesn't care whether he plays or not, but has been asking why he doesn't let others play the starter... I vaguely heard that his relationship with Gao doesn't seem to be very good."

"Who knows?" Yacini shrugged.

"But I can't tell him why he was allowed to start and not let high start..." Carillo sighed.

In front of so many players, saying "You start is to let you go up and consume the physical fitness of the opponent's defender and lay the foundation for high appearances, rather than counting on you to score goals." This is really heartbreaking...

Not to mention talking in public, even if you talk to Pelle alone, Pelle might not accept it. After all, no one wants to be a green leaf for others.

"I hope he can understand what we mean..."

"If you can't understand, don't expect to get a chance to play." Yaqini curled his lips. "Anyway, he is not the only choice for us on the front line."

His attitude towards Gao Zheng and towards Pelle was completely different. He had no patience with Pelle, because players like Pelle can be easily replaced, but Gao Zheng was difficult to find a replacement.

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Chapter completed!