When Gao Zheng received the ball, turned around and shot again, no one thought that this would be a kick that could threaten Vicenza's offense.

Some people would blame Gao Zheng for ending an attack so casually. The young man was really impatient and unreliable...

But the next second, the people widened their eyes and opened their mouths, and looked at Vicenza's goal in surprise.

The football was spinning inside, stirring up a loose net.

The Vicenza players in front of the goal all looked back at the goal, maintaining a stunned expression.

The commentator Cialio was stunned when the football flew into the goal, and then he yelled in a hurry: "The ball is in! The ball is in! Sampdoria equalized the score!! The goal is... the goal is... Gao! Gao Zheng! A talented boy from China won the goal in his first appearance in his professional league! Oh my God! It's incredible! Whether it is this matter itself or the way of scoring the goal!"

After a very short silence, the Brassi Stadium also burst into great cheers.

"That boy! Gao! Gao scored a goal! I said he could do it!!" Clarian Moretti shook the fat on his body and shouted loudly at every companion around him.

His companions did not respond to his excited shouts, but looked at Vicenza's goal with incredible eyes.

"It actually... Is it a goal..."

Moretti hugged his companion and kissed him hard: "I said it! This is Gao! When you think he is not good, he will definitely do it! He came on as a substitute to turn the impossible into the possibility!"

On the other side of the stands, Porata pointed at Gao Zheng after scoring the goal and shouted to the people around him: "He eats our Focaccia! He eats our Focaccia!'Sailor's House, on Giuseppe Mazini Street in Boriasco..."

"Damn!" This swearing came from Wang Yixing in the media seat. After Gao Zheng scored a goal, he used this sentence to represent his mood.

He was worried that Gao Zheng could not bear the pressure, he was worried that Yaqini replaced Gao Zheng to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, he was worried about this and that... As a result, when he was worried in the media seat, Gao Zheng scored the goal.

"Ha!" Lu Bing raised his arms excitedly and shouted. "What a good ball! This ball is really a thief!"

This ball is really terrifying. Before the shot, no one expected Gao Zheng to shoot. After the shot went out, no one expected the ball to enter...

"Maybe...maybe it's good luck?" Wang Yixing frowned beside him, and he still had hidden worries in his heart.

"Even if you are lucky, it doesn't matter. A goal is a goal. It won't be considered a goal just because it's good luck." Lu Bing said it a bit difficult, but he believed that Wang Yixing could understand what he meant.

Even if it is an own goal on the court, it can be judged as a score.

Wang Yixing didn't say anything anymore.

But Frechelo, who was next to him, turned around excitedly and gave two Chinese colleagues a big hug: "Congratulations! He scored the goal when he was on the court! This is really great, isn't it!"

Wang Yixing did not answer him, and Lu Bing smiled and said, "This is indeed a good start."

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"Good ball!!" After Gao Zheng scored, everyone on Sampdoria's bench rushed out of the seat, jumped high, and shouted.

The TV broadcast gave head coach Yacini a close-up shot, and he also waved his arm in the camera.

Commentator Cilio smiled and said, "Acini can breathe a sigh of relief. If he lost at home in the first game of his tenure, his pressure would probably not be much smaller than Atzori..."

Atzori heard the commentator mention his name in front of the TV and hummed heavily.

He is in a bad mood now.

Because he knows very well what the media will say about himself after this game.

The scene he longed to see did not happen.

This made him very confused - why was that Chinese boy not overwhelmed by pressure? Why did he score the goal?

He thought of the goal... In his opinion, he turned around and kicked it casually, but he didn't expect the goal to score...

God actually stood on the side of that Chinese boy. The Chinese don’t believe in God!

Atzorri speaks for God.

But more of it is probably to speak out for oneself.

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After scoring the goal, Gao Zheng did not celebrate, but signaled to his teammates and quickly took out the football in the goal and tried to score another goal in the remaining time.

When the game started again, Sampdoria, who had just tied the score, was very motivated and launched a fierce attack on Vicenza's goal.

Vicenza, who lost the ball, was a little panicked. Faced with Sampdoria's fierce offensive, they could only deal with it. In this way, dangers appeared in front of the goal many times.

Seeing this scene, the Sampdoria fans in the stands cheered up and cheered their team with cheers and singing.

The support of fans in turn has inspired the players.

Sampdoria is full of momentum in her home court!

Even Cilio sighed: "So many games, Brassi Stadium finally reminds people of this Sampdoria's home court..."

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Because Gao Zheng scored the goal, every time Gao Zheng got the ball, he would attract the attention of all the fans of the court.

Lu Bing and Wang Yixing can easily feel this "highly anticipated" feeling in the media table. Because every time the football is passed to Gao Zheng, there will be a burst of cheers in the stands.

In the football world, it is actually very simple to win the love and support of fans, that is, to score goals.

Especially in times of crisis.

This is a kind of love, but Wang Yixing always feels that this is also a huge pressure - if Gao Zheng cannot maintain such an excellent state, will it disappoint Sampdoria's fans?

Fortunately, Gao Zheng has not disappointed until now.

After scoring, he also showed excellent form. He was very stable in receiving and passing the ball, even though his goal made Vicenza pay more attention to him while defending.

After seeing Gao Zheng pass the football to Boqi with one heel and create a shooting opportunity, Lu Bing cheered loudly: "Beautiful! Beautiful!"

If Pozzi hadn't missed the ball, there would have been another thunderous cheer in the stands.

But even so, when Boqi gave Gao Zheng a thumbs up, applause still rang out in the stands of Brassi Stadium.

"Gao from China, after only 17 minutes of playing, he conquered the Sampdoria fans of Brassi Stadium!" Cilio said loudly. "We seem to have witnessed a talented professional football debut on the spot! Perhaps just like Messi's first appearance in Barcelona's first team, he came on the bench and scored a beautiful hanging shot!"

Atzori in front of the TV snorted disdainfully: "Messi? Is there a problem with this commentator's brain? This Chinese can be compared with Messi? It's just that I'm lucky and scored a goal!"
Chapter completed!