"Beep——!"

A crisp whistle sounded on Vinovo's first-team training ground.

With this whistle, technical coach Massimo Carrera kicked the football sideways, and Giovinco, who was wearing a training vest, rushed up and volleyed the ball directly towards the goal.

The ball arcs in the air and goes straight to the top right corner of the goal. It was obviously a very nice shot.

But the football was slapped out with a hand just as it was about to fly into the goal!

"Ahhhh Giovinco put his head in his hands and shouted, regretting that he didn't score with such a powerful shot.

The man who saved his shot landed and rolled around before getting up, then grinning at Giovinko: "Sebastian, you can't do this, keep trying!" ”

Giovinco was depressed, he turned his head to look at the assistant coach of the head coach Angelo Alessio on the sidelines: "Coach ......"

Alessio was also speechless, and he turned his head to look at the manager next to him, Antonio Conte.

Conte reluctantly beckoned to the big man in front of the goal: "Buffon, you come down, Storari, you go to the goal." ”

Hearing this arrangement, Buffon was dumbfounded, and he spread his hands: "Why, coach?" ”

"We're shooting training, not goalkeeper training! So far, the striker hasn't scored a single goal! No matter how you pounce, I'm afraid the strikers will lose confidence! Conte said angrily.

There was a burst of laughter on the training ground.

Buffon ran down amid laughter, while his substitute, Marco Storari, stood in front of goal with gloves on.

Teammates were talking: "Gigi (Gianluigi's nickname by Buffon's name) is in such good form, it's the first time I've seen him keep a clean sheet in training......

"Maybe it's related to that Chinese?"

"You mean high? Looks like Gigi wants to teach that arrogant kid a good lesson! ”

"It's really bad luck to meet Jiji in such a good state, hehe!"

"I suddenly feel a little sorry for that kid......"

"What's so pitiful, he didn't bring it on himself? Locking in the top scorer twenty-five rounds in advance, such a statement is inexplicable, is it really when we have no one in Serie A? It's just that I scored a few more goals against AC Milan and Genoa, not that I said that the current AC Milan is in vain, what kind of giants...... Not to mention Genoa, where the so-called 'lighthouse derby' is nothing more than rookies pecking at each other......"

"That's right! When the time comes, let him see what the real giants of Serie A are like! ”

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After the training was over, Buffon was surrounded by reporters outside the training base: "Gigi! Next up is the match against Sampdoria, let's talk about Gao, he is now the top scorer! And you've only conceded eleven goals, the fewest goalkeepers conceded so far......"

Buffon shook his head and smiled innocently: "I conceded fewer goals because of the whole team, not me, the defense is based on the whole, the overall is not good, it is useless to rely on the goalkeeper to play." ”

"What do you think of the showdown between you and Taka......"

"I'm looking forward to this fight, but it's not a matchup between me and Gao, it's not a matchup between two people. I don't think this simplification is respectful of the other players. ”

Buffon always has a gentle and honest smile on his face when answering reporters' questions, and with his stubble, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged uncle. But no one will forget how powerful he is standing in front of the goal because of his harmless image, and the striker with almost psychological quality will be weak at his feet just when he sees him shoot.

is such a simple uncle, and he is the goal-line legend of world football.

After patiently answering everyone's questions, Buffon waved goodbye to the reporters.

Looking at his back, the reporters have a consensus - it is really Gao Zheng's misfortune to have such an opponent, he will definitely not be able to score goals in two consecutive rounds. And when he is dumbfounded, Sampdoria is expected to find it difficult to get out of the Juventus Arena.

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As soon as Gao Zheng finished training, he was blocked by reporters.

"Gao, the next game is Juventus, is that a problem for you?"

Gao Zheng was very strange: "Troubled? No. Why? ”

"You've not scored a goal in the first round, and the next ......"

Gao Zheng interrupted him with a smile: "Scare me for a day, look at your tone, I thought I didn't score in ten rounds of the league, but there was only one round?" Isn't it normal not to score a goal in a round? ”

"Is it normal to not score a goal in two league games?" A reporter provoked him.

"Of course."

"What about the three wheels?"

"It's normal, too." How could Gao Zheng not know what the reporters meant, but he was as calm as water and said in a very sincere tone.

"Are you sure?" Even the reporter was a little confused by such a calm Gao Zheng, so he asked.

"Of course, or else?" Gao Zheng spread out his hands, "Isn't it normal to not score in three rounds of the league?" Not to mention three rounds, what's the big deal if you don't score in four or five league rounds? If it's not normal to just go three league games without scoring, then sorry, there are too many abnormal strikers in this league - first of all, I don't agree with this argument, but this conclusion is based on your rules, so if anyone feels offended, then there is a debtor, please find this reporter. ”

Gao Zheng said while pointing to the reporter who was stirring up trouble: "I'm sorry, where are you from?" ”

The other party didn't expect Gao Zheng's operation to be so coquettish, completely misinterpreting his meaning, he didn't say anything with a black face, obviously he still remembered the tragic experience of the reporter of the "Trade Courier" newspaper Chiorno - Gao Zheng did what he said, he never answered any interview with Chiorno again, even if the latter asked him to answer by name.

He was afraid that his newspaper would also be blacklisted.

As a result, at this moment, someone next to him suddenly shouted: "Turin Sports Newspaper!" ”

Gao Zheng gave him a thumbs up and said in Italian, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome!" The man had a satisfied smile on his face that had been happy to help others.

The Turin reporter glared back at him and saw that it was a Chinese reporter. When the Chinese reporter spotted his gaze, he greeted him: "Hello, Chinese reporter Wang Yixing. ”

The Turin reporter ignored him.

He doesn't have time to deal with it now, he has to explain this matter clearly, and these peers are not a big deal to see the excitement!

So he said to Gao Zheng: "You know what I mean, I ask this just because you claim to have booked the Golden Boot, for a player who wants to be the top scorer, is it normal not to score in three rounds?" You know you're only two goals ahead of El Shaarawy and three goals ahead of Edinson Cavani. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Turin Sport Journalist. Even if I only score one more goal than the second place, then I am the first place. And I guess you're missing the most important point – if I can't guarantee a goal in every league game, what about the others? Wouldn't anyone else be fine? Isn't it normal that I have times when I don't score and when they don't? What's the point of you dwelling on me for not scoring in one game, or even two? ”

The Turin reporter was a little embarrassed.

Because this matter is indeed his fault, he originally said this with the mentality of finding fault, intending to anger Gao Zheng and make him say irrational things in order to create a big news.

As a result, Gao Zheng, this kid, was beaten with a beating, but he couldn't get off the stage now.

He had no choice but to snort, forcibly regain his dignity and say, "Saying so much, you are just making excuses for your failure in advance!" Of course it's normal not to score, and if it's so normal, why do you have to book the Golden Boot in advance, don't you know that it seems too arrogant......"

Gao Zheng interrupted him: "No, you are mistaken, Mr. Reporter." I said that it's normal not to score in a few games, just because I can't win the Golden Boot. I said, I'm sure of this golden boot, then I'm done, whether you believe it or not. I'm not arrogant, I'm just confident in myself. I have two hundred points of strength, why do I say that I only have one hundred points, just to please people like you? I'm sorry you probably don't know enough about me, but I'm not that kind of person. ”

Then Gao Zheng stopped looking at him, but said to the reporters around him: "Everyone knows that I used to train and play football in Wismara, and we all know that I have suffered serious injuries and misdiagnosis in the Milan laboratory, and even wanted to give up football at one point." It was the low point of my life, the absolute low point. I was devastated and disheartened. I doubted my talent and the path I chose to take. In order not to rot completely in the mud, I faced the world in a different way - I promise you would never have seen so many smiles on my face before. ”

Speaking of this, Gao Zheng grinned, his smile bright and sincere.

"Why do I laugh so much? Do you still cry because you don't laugh? Since then, I've felt a lot better. No matter how difficult it is, it's over with a smile, isn't it? If you face the world with a hippie smile, you will find that the world doesn't seem to be so cruel......"

The reporters were stunned, including Wang Yixing, Lu Bing and Frecello, who were usually familiar with Gao Zheng, and they were surprised to find that they had never known Gao Zheng...... Because they had never heard these words before.

More people don't understand why Gao Zheng suddenly began to tell his mental journey. Even in an interview with Frecello, he didn't talk so deeply about past setbacks.

The open voice recorder, mobile phone camera function and video camera were not turned off, and the scene in front of him was faithfully recorded.

As for the Turin journalist, he completely forgot to speak.

"I thought that if I faced the world with a smile, I would be treated gently by the world. Frankly...... Most of the time, it's true, like when I came to Genoa and joined Sampdoria, where I met the fans, the coaches and my team-mates who liked me, and the president of the club, who liked me. I thought it was like this all over the world, but recently I suddenly realized that it wasn't like that. When I am attacked by someone else, I am considered ungraceful when I return fire, and no one cares if the person who attacked me has the grace or not. So I've always been wrong about one thing – I should smile at people who like me. ”

Gao Zheng smiled.

"But I can't make everybody like me, what about those who don't like me? Do I have to smile and keep my demeanor too? I want to ......" He tilted his head and frowned, and after thinking for a second, he said, "I figured it out, fuck it, I'm Gao Zheng like this." ”

He suddenly burst into a foul language, which is very rare in Gao Zheng.

"I was so good in the AC Milan Academy and now I'm so good in the senior team, I've scored 16 goals in 18 league games; I scored four goals against AC Milan at the San Siro, the first in 83 years; Last season I scored 20 goals and 14 assists with a third less league play...... I've behaved like this, why do I have to pretend to be a grandson in front of people who don't like me? Just to protect their fragile little liver and make them feel better? ”

The reporters were dumbfounded in the face of such a boastful Gao Zheng. Although what Gao Zheng said was the truth, he said it so bluntly, which still made them feel shocked......

"So what should I do? I can do whatever I want, and for those who don't like me, I have only one word: the mountains are there. Like it or not, the mountains are there. ”

After Gao Zheng finished speaking, he let out a long breath, and seemed to spit out the turbid breath that had been accumulated in his heart since he was seriously injured: "Cool! ”

Then he lined up and left.