Gao Zhen stood in the middle circle and pulled the ball around. He and his forward partner Pelle were waiting for the kickoff.

The first time I played in the professional league, I didn’t expect it to be such a crucial game.

What a memorable moment.

Some players often perform very well when they come on the bench, but when the head coach makes him do it because of his outstanding performance on the bench, he can't play as he does when he comes on the bench.

There is still a big difference between it and the substitute.

However, Gao Zheng himself was not worried about this.

The substitute plays the same way when he appears on the bench, and the same way when he appears.

However, Pelle, who was standing next to him, seemed a little nervous. After all, he would always help Gao Zheng consume the physical strength of the opponent's defender in the previous game. When Gao Zheng appeared, the opponent's defender was already very tired.

Today, Gao Zheng must face the physically fit defenders.

"Don't worry, Graziano, you can play whatever you usually play today." Gao Zheng felt what Pelle was worried about and suddenly said.

"But the opponent's defender is very physically fit..."

"Can I bring a halo that will cause the opponent's players to lose 70% of their physical strength when I go back?"

"Uh..." Pelle felt that what Gao Zheng said made sense. Indeed, Gao Zheng always had to face this scene. He could not play a super substitute for the rest of his life. Not to mention whether Gao Zheng agreed or not, Pelle was the first to refuse.

“Prepare for the competition.”

Not long after Gao Zheng reminded Pelle, the referee on duty in this game, Angelo Martino Giancola blew the whistle to start the game.

Gao Zheng gently kicked the football to Pelle and ran forward by himself.

His first game began!

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"The game has begun! Although Sampdoria kicked off first, they did not rush to launch an attack. The football was passed back and forth. They were falling back and forth, as if they wanted to slow down the pace and stabilize...Oh!"

Cialio suddenly screamed.

Juvestabia's home court also burst into loud cheers over Romeo Mendy's stadium.

When Sampdoria fell down in the backcourt, Juvestabia actively pressed forward and wanted to steal in the frontcourt. So when Sampdoria's central defender Rossini passed the ball forward, he made a pass mistake due to the pressure from the opponent's players. He passed the ball directly to the feet of Juvestabia's frontcourt player Antonio Zito who was pressing forward!

Cialio's screams and cheers from home fans came from this.

"Rosini made a mistake in passing! Sampdoria is in danger! Zito dribbled the ball into the penalty area... He shot!! The ball is in! Oh my God, it's incredible! Juvestabia took the lead one minute of the game!"

Sampdoria goalkeeper Romero fell down from the air. Juvestabia player Zito, who scored the goal, ran to the bottom of the stands with his arms open, celebrating the goal with his fans.

Rosini, who made a pass mistake, knelt on the ground, holding his head with both hands, looking very upset and painful.

The other Sampdoria players haven't reacted yet. The game has just started, so why did they concede the goal?

Pelle rushed to the front, Gao Zheng was a little behind him, closer to the midfield, preparing to transition the team's offensive connection.

Unexpectedly, they did not wait for their teammates to pass the ball. Instead, they turned around and saw Rosini's pass mistake and the opponent's No. 7 player shot and hit the goal.

"What the hell... are you doing!" Pelle resisted and did not directly scold Rosini, who made a mistake in passing, but his dissatisfaction was still beyond words.

Gao finally got to play, but you increased the difficulty level of him as soon as the game started. You are afraid that he is not tired enough, right?

Gao Zheng waved his hand at Pelle and signaled him not to blame his teammates.

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"Juvestabia took the lead in one minute at the beginning! It was a fantastic start! But it was so bad for Sampdoria! Before the game, Juvestabia's head coach Piero Pragria said that although his team has no desires this season, he also knew that Sampdoria needed a victory to lock in the qualification to upgrade the playoffs in advance. But this is not the reason for Juvestabia to let go. His team will fight for the team's honor and the support of home fans, and they will not surrender easily. If Sampdoria came to Romeo Mendi with the mentality of pinching soft persimmons, she might lose the game... Now it seems that Pragueria is not bluffing!"

Cilio said with some excitement.

He was excited not because he was happy to see Sampdoria in trouble, but because of another idea. Under such circumstances, what kind of performance can Gao Zheng, a genius who performed extremely well this season?

"It's only one minute to start now, Sampdoria is one goal behind. Gao, who played in this game, is obviously highly expected by head coach Yacini, otherwise why would he have to let him in this game instead of other games? But the current situation will definitely affect Gao's performance..."

"...In previous games, Gao always came on as a substitute. When he played, the opponent's defense line often had played for dozens of minutes, and the physical fitness of both sides was completely different. So some media analysts believe that Gao was always able to come on as a substitute to show good performance, which is related to this. So the current situation in this game is definitely a test for Gao, but it may also be an excellent opportunity to fight back and question!"

As Cilio spoke, he couldn't hide his expectant tone.

He looked at the close-up of Gao Zheng coming from the monitor and thought to himself what you are going to do this time, a Chinese genius?

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"It's so depressing..." Pelle, who was standing in the middle circle, muttered. He and Gao Zheng completed the kick-off here two minutes ago.

I didn't expect to open again now.

"Look at the open, Graziano. It is best to concede the ball in the first minute after the last minute. At least we have 89 minutes to chase." Gao Zheng smiled at Pelle.

Pelle shook his head: "Sometimes I still can't understand you, Gao. Why can you still be so optimistic after experiencing so many things..."

"It is because of this that I can be optimistic." Gao Zheng shook his head. "Look, Milan laboratory was unable to kill me. What is such a small setback in the game?"

Pelle thought it was true, so he also grinned: "You are right, Gao. It's just a goal behind. What should we do next?"

"Forget this throw away the ball and kick it like you normally do. You hit the front and I will be by your side."

Pelle knocked his chest with his fist: "No problem, I'll open the way for you!"

"Gao and Pelle seem to be saying something, but unfortunately I am not a lip expert, so I can't tell the audience what they are saying right away..." Cilio said.

The players of Juvestabia finally ended their celebration and returned to their half.

Referee Jancola blew the kick-off whistle for the second time in a short period of time and the game started again!

It feels like a 100-meter sprint race. After the first call is launched, I found someone rushing to run, and another shot is coming in a short time.
Chapter completed!