"Really? Gao signed with Sampdoria......"

On the sidelines of the Sassuolo reserve team's training ground, reserve coach Mandelli heard the news from the specially arrived reserve coach Callino.

"Brunny's bastard gave us a big 'thank-you' on the phone." Callino was indignant. "We let a genius go so easily. Just because our boss is a damn supporter of AC Milan...... I'll tell you, Paro. If this had been known to the media, we would have become the laughing stock of all Italy - an independent club that turned away a genius for the sake of the conclusions of the Milan laboratory because the owner is a fan of AC Milan! ”

Mandeli hurriedly put his hand to his mouth: "Shhh, you whisper......"

"What are you afraid of, the boss can't come to the training ground every day, right?"

"We're on this training ground, everyone is training together, who knows how what you say will get into the boss's ears?"

Callino also had some scruples, so he had to sigh helplessly: "The only good news is that Sampdoria is in Serie A, and we are in Serie B, so we basically can't meet it." Otherwise it's embarrassing......"

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Yang Wenlong was watching the video recorded by Guo Wei at the Sassuolo training ground, and when he saw Gao Zheng smiling and asked the Sassuolo sports manager: "Then what if they are wrong?" Is authority wrong? ”

He grinned.

"This kid!"

The tone was full of pampering.

"How's he doing over there?" He asked Guo Wei, who was standing next to him.

'He has started training normally in the team and the coach says his fitness and strength are a problem. In addition, the injury of the left foot, after the physical examination, nothing was found, but just in case, it is necessary to strengthen the muscle training of the foot...... "Guo Wei told Yang Wenlong all the information he had exchanged with the coach before leaving.

Yang Wenlong nodded as he listened.

Guo Wei finished speaking and asked, "Do you have any suggestions?" Do you want to call him and explain? ”

Yang Wenlong waved his hand: "Don't talk about it...... What do I suggest? Someone is a coach of an Italian professional club, not better than me? I'm not going to be ashamed. ”

"Eh, Lao Yang, you can be regarded as his enlightenment teacher, this is ...... said"

"The teacher is a fart, just take him to the beginning...... He's where he is today, and to be honest, it doesn't have much to do with me. Otherwise, I brought so many students, why could he go to Italy to play football alone? Training is important, but talent is even more important. That kid is really talented, and he can't stop it......"

Guo Wei remembered what Gao Zheng said to himself in the car when he went to Italy.

His Director Yang didn't think it was his own credit, but he was bent on making a name for Director Yang......

"But Lao Yang, I still want to congratulate you. Anyway, Gao Zheng is your disciple, and if your disciple becomes famous in the future, you will also be famous......"

Yang Wenlong shook his head and said: "Those are not interesting, I just want to stick to this training class, lest those children have nowhere to learn to play football if they want to......"

Guo Wei took out a thick stack of renminbi from his bag and put it on Yang Wenlong's table.

"This is ......," Yang Wenlong looked up at him strangely.

"Xiao Gao knows that you gave him the money for his accommodation and air ticket to Italy, and this is the money he paid back."

"You told him, didn't you?" Yang Wenlong glared at Guo Wei.

Guo Wei smiled and said, "Old Yang, do you think your proud disciple can be so stupid that he doesn't know about this?" ”

Yang Wenlong looked at the stack of money in front of him and sighed: "That kid ...... Where did he get the money? ”

"Didn't he sign with Sampdoria? A portion of the salary was advanced. ”

"Salary advance? I didn't ask him for it, what else was he doing in a hurry? Does he not want money alone in Italy? ”

"He said, uh......" Guo Wei hesitated, not knowing whether to tell Lao Yang what Gao Zheng said.

"What did he say?" Yang Wenlong asked.

"Well, he said that he was afraid that you would not have the money to pay the rent, and this training class was going to close......" Guo Wei still remembers Gao Zheng's words, and he has never seen a proud disciple get along with his master like this.

"This bastard!" Sure enough, Yang Wenlong was furious after hearing this, and went to grab the broom. But when he really grabbed the broom in his hand, he realized that Gao Zheng was not in front of him.

Only Guo Wei looked at him in surprise: "Old Yang, what are you doing?" ”

Yang Wenlong looked down at the broom in his hand, and then threw it out.

"Count that kid lucky enough to run far enough......"

He leaned back in his chair and burst out laughing.

He really couldn't catch up this time.

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Gao Zheng carried a backpack with everything he needed for training, and trotted all the way to a viewing platform in the middle of the winding mountain road.

He gasped for breath and stopped to rest.

What caught his eye was a vast expanse of blue – the blue Mediterranean Sea and the blue sky almost merging into one. In the golden sea, the white ships cleaving the waves and setting off waves, the seabirds flying and hovering behind the ships, and many freighters lined up to pass by in the distance.

Seeing such a spectacular scene, Gao Zheng took a deep breath and breathed a lot more evenly.

"High."

A voice interrupted his admiration for the beauty in front of him.

Gao Zheng didn't have to turn his head to know who it was, when the whole team called him "Demon King", only one person would insist on calling him that, which made him feel a lot more kind...... Mauro Icardi, of course.

Gao Zheng turned his head and saw Icardi straddled a motorcycle, wearing a handsome leather coat, his eyes peeking out from under his helmet, staring at Gao Zheng.

"Handsome." Gao Zheng circled around the red motorcycle.

"Ducati's Street Fighter."

"Where?"

"I bought it."

Gao Zheng looked up at Icardi: "The people who come from the wealthy family are rich!" ”

Icardi didn't answer him and shook his head to the back seat: "Get in the car, I'll take you." ”

Gao Zheng showed a hesitant expression.

"What?"

"Uh, I'm afraid you'll drive the car off the cliff......"

Icardi said angrily: "Am I that kind of person! ”

Gao Zheng laughed and stepped into the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Hold it." Icardi finished talking and started with a bang.

The motorcycle roared on the mountain road, and Gao Zheng wrapped his arms around Icardi's waist and felt the mountain wind blowing over his face, huh...... It's a bit cold.

He hugged Icardi a little.

"What's wrong?" Icardi was keenly aware of Gao Zheng's change.

"Nervous, I'm really afraid you'll drive the car off a cliff."

"Then I didn't die with you?"

"You can jump off the cliff before you run off the cliff." Gao Zheng said it rightly. "If you have the heart to calculate that I have no intention, I will definitely die!"

"You ......" Faced with Gao Zheng's naked villain's heart, Icardi had nothing to say.

"Didn't you rent it, why did you even buy a car?" Gao Zheng leaned over and shrunk his head, trying his best to let Icardi in front of him help him block the oncoming wind, but this sitting posture was really a little ugly......

"Just sell it when the time comes." Icardi's tone didn't seem to care at all about the depreciation costs lost when he turned his hand into second-hand.

Gao Zheng hugged Icardi tighter: "Local tyrant, let's be friends!" ”

Icardi gritted his teeth and said, "If you strangle me again, you will really drive off the cliff." ”

Gao Zheng was slightly relieved at this time.

Icardi suddenly said: "I've scored five goals. ”

"Awesome, congratulations."

"What about you? When will you be able to play? You haven't been in the squad for six games. Icardi asked.

'Where do I know that's not something a manager should be thinking about?'

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Icardi's tone was a little anxious, and he didn't care so much when it came to selling the car.

"In a hurry?" Gao Zheng smiled, "It took me a year to come back, don't worry about these ......"

"But I'm in a hurry!" Icardi interrupted Gao Zheng. "I'm only here for half a season, I don't know where I'll be next season!"

"Oops, Mauro. There are some things that can't be forced, and the style of play is different, so what can be the result of the two of us? ”

Icardi said willfully: "I don't care! ”

"You kid......" Gao Zheng knocked on his helmet: "It's here." ”

They had already driven to the gates of the Mugnaini Sports Centre.

Gao Zheng jumped out of the car, the training ground and the parking lot are not in the same direction, and he is about to part ways with Icardi here.

"Don't think about it so much, we can be friends. For example, if you're going back to Barcelona, you can give me this car......"

Before Gao Zheng finished speaking, Icardi twisted the accelerator, and the red motorcycle let out a violent roar, flicking his butt and rushing out in front of Gao Zheng, and soon disappeared, only the roar continued to come.

"Oops, what a quick temper......" Gao Zheng touched his head, turned around and ran towards the reserve training ground.

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PS, I don't know what kind of personality Icardi should be or if he rode a motorcycle to train when he was on loan at Sampdoria.

But I wrote it because I wanted to write an Icardi like this, which may be completely different from the real one, but this is the Icardi in "The Green", and he should be like that.

I've found that sometimes I'm stuck with what real players look like, and I can't write about them as comfortably as I would with virtual characters. So I wanted to try to treat them as if they were the characters of the same name, and try to incorporate my own understanding while making sure that the basic information was not wrong, and write those characters more like a real person than an NPC.

PS2, it's coming again, so please support me with referral votes and clicks, thank you!