While Philip Galley was still in his office, reserve coach Giovanni Stropa knocked on the door and walked in.

"Is there anything wrong, Giovanni? You haven't come to me for a while." Galley asked Stropa with a smile, and then he noticed that something was wrong with Stropa's face. "What's wrong?"

Stropa placed a piece of paper on Galley's desk.

"This is..." Gary glanced at it and found that it was a printed web page.

"Phillip, I remember you told me that the club gave up on high because his left foot was considered unsuitable for professional football by the Milan laboratory. He should change careers to be a coach rather than a player, right?"

"How long ago has this happened? Why did it be mentioned again?" Galley was very surprised. "I remember I had explained it to you clearly..."

"What's going on?" Stropa asked, pointing to a place on the printed page.

Galley then looked over a little more seriously, and then he saw the following message - "Name: Zheng Gao. Nationality: China..."

"I don't understand..." Gary looked at Stropa in confusion.

"Do you need me to remind you, Philip? Gao, the Gao we gave up, is now in the Sampdoria Reserve, our opponent in the first round of the reserve playoffs!"

"This is impossible!" Galley almost blurted out.

"Then you take a closer look, your name is Gao Zheng, your nationality is China!" Stropa said, poking the stack of paper.

Galli frowned: "This doesn't mean anything, Giovanni. As far as I know, Chinese names are very strange. Even if the pronunciation is the same, the characters may be completely different. Besides, even if the characters are the same, the same name and surname are probably not too unexpected, right?"

"Where is 1.9 meters tall, the forward, date of birth, May 28, 1991? This information is completely in line with it." Stropa snorted coldly, looking at Galley, wanting to hear what other reason he could find this time.

Galley looked down at the specific information about the Chinese striker "Zheng Gao" on the paper. He has participated in eight games in the Sampdoria Reserve this season and scored seven goals. But in the player's avatar column, it is blank, and there is not a big headline photo like other players.

"This is impossible..." he murmured, shook his head.

"Yes, I think it's impossible. How could a player who was sentenced to death by an authoritative Milan laboratory still score seven goals in eight games in the reserve team?" Stropa's voice was cold. "But it did happen in reality. Now I just want an explanation, why would my ace player become our opponent?"

"I've explained to you, at that time, Giovanni, Milan's laboratory..."

"Go to the fucking lab!" Stropa interrupted Galley rudely. "I am his head coach! When you terminated your contract with him, why didn't you ask me for my opinion first? Instead, you came to tell me all this after he had left the club? I believed your explanation at the time and thought he was really not suitable for continuing professional football... So I accepted your arrangement. But now, Gao is back, and Gao, who was sentenced to death by you, was expelled from the Vismala training center, and we just lost a genius!"

"Don't be excited, Giovanni!" Galli stood up, "We can't think that it's Gao with these slanderous information. Maybe this website confused a person with the same name and surname with Gao and used his information... This is also possible, right?"

Stropa did not answer immediately, but looked straight at Gary, which made him feel irritated. Then he pointed to his temple and smiled: "Do you believe this reason yourself, Philip? Think about it with your smart brain."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the youth training supervisor's office.

Instead of trying to keep him, Gary looked down at the printed profile page still on his desk.

A familiar name, a familiar position, a familiar height, and a familiar date of birth... Is there such a coincidence in the world?

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Gao Zheng and Guo Wei sat opposite each other in the restaurant, enjoying Italian food while chatting.

"Old man is okay, Uncle Guo?"

"Fortunately, I'm quite energetic."

"Where is the business of that training class?"

Guo Wei frowned and shook his head: "It's just like that, it won't be better, and it won't be much worse..."

"The old man doesn't know how to advertise or something..."

"In a small business, advertising is a pure loss, and there is no need. Moreover, the domestic football environment is not good now, and many parents are unwilling to let their children learn to play football."

Gao Zheng remembered Lao Zhao, and he could understand those parents.

"Forget it, when I become famous, I will advertise the old man's training class for free!"

"I gave your money to Lao Yang. He didn't want it at first, but later I told him what you said. What do you think he was reacting?"

"I must want to beat me up?"

"He grabbed the broom next to him..."

Gao Zheng and Guo Wei both laughed.

After laughing, Gao Zheng sighed: "Oh, I suddenly missed the old man a little. His roar was gone, and sometimes I felt that something was missing..."

Guo Wei always felt that when he went to see Lao Yang, the dusk aura on Lao Yang was even heavier. I don’t know if it was because there was no one around him who could drink and scold him at any time.

He asked Gao Zheng: "It's almost time, your season is about to end, right?"

"There are still playoffs, I don't know how long it will take to play in the playoffs."

"I heard that your performance in the Lighthouse Derby is really great." Guo Wei gave Gao Zheng a thumbs up.

But Gao Zheng was surprised: "Domestic media have even reported this?"

"Of course not. You have disappeared in China now. You were able to find your traces on the wild court occasionally, but now you have nothing." Guo Wei shook his head and said, "But don't forget that I also have business partners in Italy."

Gao Zheng suddenly realized: "Ah, they told you." Then he asked again: "Did that old man know?"

Guo Wei nodded: "I understand, I'm so happy that I hummed a song."

Gao Zheng remembered that after he translated the email from the Sassuolo Club to the old man that day, the old man also walked out humming a song.

"This old man is really easy to satisfy. It's just a game for the reserve team..."

Guo Wei kept a smile and did not correct Gao Zheng's statement.

Sometimes he felt that the relationship between Gao Zheng and Yang Wenlong was no longer a master-apprentice relationship, but more like a father and son. As a father, of course, he would be proud of his son's slight progress.

"By the way, who are your playoff opponents?"

“AC Milan.”

After Gao Zheng finished speaking, he saw that Uncle Guo’s expression changed. He looked at himself in surprise.

"I'm not kidding, it's really AC Milan." So Gao Zheng quickly explained.

"What a coincidence?"

"That's what a coincidence."

"When is the competition?" Guo Wei asked.

Gao Zheng looked at the ceiling and thought: "May 7th, Saturday afternoon."

"I'm going to see it!" Guo Wei was very excited.

"Uncle Guo, why are you excited? We are away games, and maybe we only let our fans watch it." Gao Zheng remembered the reserve team's lighthouse derby, and Sampdoria did not let a single Genoa fan enter the training base.

Guo Wei showed the businessman's sly smile: "Can I buy an AC Milan jersey and pretend that I am their fan! Do they have the heart to refuse a Chinese fan who traveled all the way to Milan to make a pilgrimage from China?"

"..." Gao Zheng was speechless.

Uncle Guo, be careful of being beaten...

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PS, yesterday's match between Croatia and Argentina is really hard to describe.

Argentina disappointed me like this. Not to mention winning two goals, I didn’t even have a draw, I lost 0:3 directly and lost completely!

For Messi, this time he felt like he was stuck in his throat and didn’t vomit quickly, but he talked too much. I put thousands of words in the official account linhaitingtao11 (Linhai Tingtao Pavilion). You can go and see if what I said is right.

There are two games worth paying attention to today, Brazil vs. Costa Rica, Iceland vs. Nigeria.

I won’t watch the match between Serbia and Switzerland in the early morning, and I can’t stand it even if I stay up late.

Costa Rica has an excellent goalkeeper, and the performance of Brazil in the last game made me feel less confident, so I think Brazil should draw with Costa Rica in this game.

After tied Argentina, Iceland became a Chinese internet celebrity team. I believe Iceland will not set up a bus anymore in the game against Nigeria. So what will happen to Iceland without a bus when facing Nigeria?
Chapter completed!