Chapter Ninety-Seven: Just Luck?

When Gao Zheng received the ball, turned and shot again, no one thought it would be an attack that could threaten the Vicenza goal.

Some people will blame Gao Zheng for ending an attack so casually, the young man is really frizzy and unreliable......

But the next second, the men stared at Vicenza's goal with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open.

The soccer ball was spinning inside, stirring up a somewhat loose net.

The Vicenza players in front of goal all looked back at the goal, keeping their expressions stunned.

The commentator Sirio was stunned for a moment when the ball flew into the goal, and then hurriedly shouted: "The ball is in!" The ball is in!! Sampdoria equalised!! It was ...... who scored the goal It was ...... who scored the goal It's high! Gao Zheng! The talented teenager from China scored in just 10 minutes on his professional league debut! Oh, my God! It's incredible! Whether it's the thing itself or the way the goal was scored! ”

After a very brief silence, the Blasi Stadium also erupted in huge cheers.

"That kid! It's high! High goal! I just said he could do it!! Clarian Moretti shook the fat off her body and screamed loudly at everyone around her.

And his companions did not respond to his excited shouts, but looked at the Vicenza goal with incredulous eyes.

"Unexpectedly...... It's true...... Scored a ......"

Moretti hugged his companion and kissed him hard: "I said it!" That's high! When you think he can't do it, he can! He came off the bench to make the impossible possible! ”

On the other side of the stands, Borata pointed to Gao Zheng after the goal and shouted to the people around him: "He eats our focaccia!" He eats our family focaccia! 'Mariner's House', in Via Giuseppe Mazzini, in Boriasco......"

"Holy!" This foul language came from Wang Yixing in the media seat, and after Gao Zheng's goal, he used this sentence to represent his mood.

He was worried that Gao Zheng couldn't bear the pressure, he was worried that Yacini replaced Gao Zheng in order to make an example of chickens and monkeys, he was worried about this and that...... As a result, when he was worried in the media seat, Gao Zheng scored a goal.

"Hah!" Lu Bing raised his arms excitedly and shouted. "What a ball! What a thief this goal scored! ”

This goal is indeed a thief, no one thought that Gao Zheng would shoot before the shot, and no one thought that the goal would score after the shot went out......

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

"It doesn't matter if it's lucky, a goal is a goal, and it doesn't count as a goal just because it's a goal of good luck." Lu Bing was a little awkward, but he believed that Wang Yixing could understand what he meant.

Even if it's an own goal on the pitch, it can be judged as a score.

Wang Yixing was silent.

On the contrary, Frecello next to him turned around excitedly and gave the two Chinese counterparts a big hug: "Congratulations! Gao scored a goal on the field! That's amazing, isn't it! ”

Wang Yixing didn't answer him, but Lu Bing smiled and said, "This is indeed a good start. ”

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"Good shot!!" After Gao Zheng's goal, everyone on the Sampdoria bench rushed out of their seats, jumped high, raised their arms and shouted.

The televised shot of head coach Yacini was also shown waving his arm.

Commentator Sirio smiled: "Yacini can breathe a sigh of relief, if he loses at home in his first game, he probably won't be much less stressed than Atezori......"

Atzori, who was in front of the television, snorted heavily when he heard the narrator mention his name.

He's in a bad mood right now.

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

What he longed to see didn't happen.

This also made him incomprehensible - how could that Chinese kid not be crushed by the pressure? How did he score?

He thought about that goal...... In his opinion, it was completely a casual turn and a kick, but he didn't expect the ball to score......

God actually stood on the side of that Chinese boy, Chinese don't believe in God!

Atzori cried out for God.

But I'm more afraid it's about complaining about myself.

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

When the game resumed, Sampdoria, who had just equalised, was demoralized and launched a fierce attack on the Vicenza goal.

Vicenza, who conceded the goal, was a little flustered, and in the face of Sampdoria's fierce attack, they could only cope with it, and there were many dangerous situations in front of the goal.

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

The support of the fans, in turn, has inspired the players.

Sampdoria is in full swing on their home turf!

Even Ciglio exclaimed: "After so many games, the Stadio Brasi finally reminds people that this is the home ...... of Sampdoria"

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Because after Gao Zheng scored the ball, every time Gao Zheng took the ball, he would attract the attention of the fans in the audience.

Lu Bing and Wang Yixing can easily feel this feeling of "all eyes on the public" in the media seat. Because every time a football is passed to Gao Zheng, there will be a burst of cheers from the stands.

In the world of football, winning the love and support of fans is as simple as scoring 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 can't maintain such a good form, will it disappoint Sampdoria fans?

But fortunately, until now, Gao Zheng has not disappointed.

He also showed great form after the goal, both receiving and passing, and even if his goal made Vicenza pay more attention to him when defending.

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

If Pozzi hadn't missed the ball, the stands would have been cheering again at this moment.

But even so, when Bozzi gave Gao Zheng a thumbs up, there was still applause in the stands of Blasi Stadium.

"Gao, from China, only played 17 minutes and conquered the Sampdoria fans at the Blasi Stadium with his performance!" Celio said loudly. "We seem to be on the scene witnessing a talented professional football debut! Maybe it was like Messi's first appearance in the Barcelona first team, where he came off the bench and scored a beautiful lob shot! ”

Atezori in front of the TV snorted disdainfully: "Messi? This narrator has a problem with his brain, right? Can this Chinese be compared to Messi? It's just a matter of luck that you scored a goal! ”

He began to drink beer bottle after bottle, as if that was the only way to make him feel better.