The sign of "Yang Wenlong Football Training Class" is still hanging outside the iron gate. It has been raining for many years, and the patent leather on the wooden sign has cracked and turned up, and some of the strokes have even taken off the paint. Just looking at this sign makes people doubt the strength of this football training class...

On the artificial turf field with black asphalt exposed everywhere, Yang Wenlong and his friend Guo Wei were walking around the field one after another.

"...I'll tell you, Lao Yang, it's a pity that you didn't see that game! Xiao Gao's performance was absolutely amazing! AC Milan reserve team was completely beaten to death!"

Yang Wenlong glared at Guo Wei, who was so excited, and said: "Then you don't want to take a picture! You have recorded all the rejection of Sassuolo, why didn't you have this game?"

Guo Wei felt a little embarrassed: "I was just thinking about disguising myself as AC Milan fans and completely forgot to record the video... And I was surrounded by AC Milan fans. If they saw me recording Xiao Gao's game, they wouldn't know how to treat me... I risked my life to cheer for Xiao Gao!"

"Okay, okay, you can."

"I haven't seen each other for two months. I always feel that Xiao Gao is stronger than before, and his muscles are more obvious... Oh, yes, I have a photo of him to see if he has grown fat." As he said that, Guo Wei took out his cell phone and found out the photo of himself and Gao Zheng having dinner at an Italian restaurant.

Yang Wenlong took out his reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, and looked at Gao Zheng on the screen of his phone with his eyes open.

"It's even darker... I'm not sure." After saying that, Yang Wenlong threw his phone back to Guo Wei. "You must have read it wrong. How could you become strong so easily? He has a long way to go."

"Yes, you are professional, you are right." Guo Wei did not argue with Yang Wenlong.

"What should be the situation over there now? Has the playoffs been over?" Yang Wenlong asked.

Guo Wei thought for a while and said, "It's not yet. They were sure to enter the playoffs when I left... But Lao Yang and Sampdoria's first team are not in a good condition, and they may be relegated. Will this have a bad impact on Xiao Gao's development?"

Yang Wenlong waved his hand: "I don't know, this is not something we can worry about."

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Gao Zheng opened the door of the "Sailor's House" Focacha store and saw the listless boss Porata lying on the counter at a glance.

"Hello, boss." He took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello, Gao..." Porata's answer was still weak.

This has always been like this since Sampdoria lost 1:2 to Genoa in the crucial "Beacon Derby".

Gao Zheng still remembers that after he and his reserve teammates came back from Milan with the joy of victory, he heard that the first team actually lost to their city's archenemy Genoa in the relegation battle.

When he went to training the next day, many of his teammates were in similar condition as Porata.

Even the coaches' brows were tighter than usual.

Then he came here to buy Focacha. The fat boss Porata was like a dead person at that time, with his eyes blank and his whole body lost its color and turned gray and white.

"We are going to be demoted!" he said to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng remembered that he comforted him that there were two rounds of league games, and maybe a miracle would happen.

But today it seems that the miracle has not happened.

"We lost to Palermo... Gao, we are really relegated this time!" Porata looked at Gao Zheng. When he said this, Gao Zheng could even see the reflection of tears in his eyes.

After losing to Genoa, Sampdoria scored 36 points, ranked 18th, and Lecce scored 38 points. The two scored apart and there were two rounds left in the league, which was not completely impossible to create miracles.

But in the 37th round of the Serie A just ended, Sampdoria lost 1:2 to Palermo at home, while Lecce defeated Barrie, who had been relegated 2:0 away.

With only one round left in the league, they are still ranked 18th, but the gap between Lecce, who is seventeenth, has been pulled to five points, which means that no matter what the last round of the league looks like, it cannot change the result of Sampdoria's relegation to the second division.

This time, there was no miracle, Sampdoria was really downgraded.

"Gao, do you know? Sometimes I can't help but think about it-if you were in the first team in the last few games, would we not be relegated..."

Gao Zheng waved his hand quickly: "I'm thinking too much, boss. I don't have that much energy alone. Don't think about it. Since I have been relegated, I will strive to play in the second division next season and just go back."

But Porata seemed to have lost all his beliefs, just shook his head and murmured: "To put it lightly, we will lose many players in this relegation, and the team's strength will be greatly reduced. Relegation will also have an impact on our finances, and there is no way to introduce high-level players... Do you know, high, for any team, relegation is a nightmare."

"I know, boss. But nightmares are always better than beautiful dreams."

Gao Zheng's words surprised Porata, and he looked at Gao Zheng in surprise.

Under his gaze, Gao Zheng spread his hands: "If it's just a nightmare, it's good to wake up, and Meimeng should cry when she wakes up. This is what I summarized by myself. Do you think it makes sense?"

"Thank you for the joke, Gao..." Porata didn't smile at all.

Then he silently packed the noodles into a bag and handed them to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng took the paper bag, bid farewell to his boss Polata, and left here.

Walking on the way home, Gao Zheng didn't know if he was affected by the boss's emotions, but he actually felt that many people's faces were a bit worried like a fat boss.

For example, the owner of the fruit stall sat alone in a daze, letting the customer choose, and did not greet him in the morning.

There was also a kid who was carrying his schoolbag on his back and just after school. His eyes seemed a little red, as if he had just cried.

In addition, among the passengers on the bus that had just passed, some people buried their heads deep in their arms, and some people bumped into his eyes, but they just followed him blankly, with no breath on their faces.

...

Gao Zheng suddenly discovered the things in this small town that he had not observed normally.

Those who usually don’t know their identities now seem to have the same identity - Sampdoria fans.

These people walked on the road, as if they had lost their souls.

Because it is adjacent to the training base of Sampdoria, the town of Boriasco is almost filled with Sampdoria fans.

And now, the town seems to have become a dead city, falling into great sorrow and despair.

Gao Zheng has never been a Sampdoria fan, but this emotion that permeated the entire town still impacted his heart.

He wanted to do something for these people, and he wanted to bring the sunshine back to this town.

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PS, I really didn't expect that Colombia and Japan would qualify for the knockout round in the end.

I actually hope Senegal will qualify.

As for the Japanese team... they played in the last ten minutes, and when their destiny was not completely in their hands, they chose a very risky gambling method.

What if Senegal tied the score at any time, wouldn't they be stupid?

In fact, I always hoped that Senegal could really equalize the score and kick the Japanese team out.
Chapter completed!