The referee Thomassi waved his hand to disperse the players on both sides, and the penalty was decided.

Sampdoria therefore received a free kick more than 30 meters away from the goal. The position was a little left, so Gao Zheng leaned over to place the football.

The Sassuolo player built a wall of people in front of him.

Mazorati was among them, and he looked at Gao Zheng coldly.

"Gao is coming to take this free kick. He has indeed scored a free kick in the game, but only once... The position of this free kick is a little bit off, not a particularly good shooting angle, but it is not impossible to shoot directly. It depends on how Gao will deal with this ball..."

While Gao Zheng was placing the football, the Sassuolo fans in the stands of Alberto Bralia Stadium did not stop their booing to Gao Zheng for a moment.

Even if the football is arranged, the human wall is set up, and the booing has not stopped.

Amid the booing, Gao Zheng retreated and helped the referee blew his whistle.

Because the boo was too loud, he had to turn his head and look at the referee, and use his gestures instead of the whistle to determine whether he could play the ball.

He saw the referee making a gesture that he could play football, and at this time he withdrew his gaze and started running. After two steps, he ran behind the football, then raised his right foot and kicked the football.

During his free kick training time and time again, this move was so familiar that it could not be more familiar.

He didn't even have to think, and his whole body seemed to make movements automatically. At extreme times, his right foot was rubbed into the football.

With a bang, the football soared into the air, drew an arc, bypassed the human wall, and drilled straight into the near corner of the goal!

Sassuolo goalkeeper Angelo da Costa saw the football go around from behind the wall and rushing straight to the closest corner, and it was too late to make a save. The other person was still in the air, and the football had already rubbed the lower edge of the crossbar and drilled into the goal!

The booing over Alberto Bralia's court came to an abrupt end as if someone had pressed the mute key!

"Wow!!!" Cilio shouted, "The ball is in! High! Just eight minutes into the game, the team's first record was scored with a direct free kick! Sampdoria had a perfect start!"

"Beautiful! So beautiful!!" The international students in the bar shouted and jumped from their seats.

"The handsome guy scored a goal!" Xiao Yingying hugged Feng Shiyao next to her and screamed repeatedly, which made Ma Huanyang envious.

More than a thousand Sampdoria fans who went with the team cheered, and this was the first time they made a sound in this game that they were heard.

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Mazolati in the human wall jumped up when Gao Zheng was playing football, trying to take advantage of his height to expand the defense range of the human wall, but unexpectedly the football flew over his head.

He turned around with the football and wanted to see where the ball ended up going, and saw the football drill into the goal...

After landing, he still kept turning around and looking around. He couldn't believe that his eyes were just the first free kick in this game. His position was not good, so why did he score like this?

You know, Sampdoria's free kick was caused by his foul...

His eyes staring at Gao Zheng became even colder.

Unexpectedly, his negligence caused the team to lose the ball... Although his teammates would not blame him, Mazorati had to blame himself.

This is the last time, really, I swear to God, this is definitely the last time you are so arrogant in front of me!

He looked at Gao Zheng, who was celebrating the goal with his teammates, and secretly swore deep in his heart.

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"Ha! The plan is perfect!" In front of Sampdoria's coach's seat, assistant coach Carillo smiled at head coach Yacini. He was very happy. He scored the goal less than ten minutes before the game, and this was what the coaching staff arranged before the game and wanted to see.

Of course, they knew that Gao Zheng's weakness was known to everyone, and Sassuolo's head coach Pia could not make corresponding arrangements for this.

He will definitely let his players keep close-up guarding Gao Zheng, and there will be a lot of physical contact during this process, so that fouls will not be avoided.

As long as there is a foul at the right position, Sampdoria will be given a free kick opportunity.

Gao Zheng has been practicing free kicks for himself, so the members of the coaching staff are very clear about Gao Zheng's current free kick level.

This gave the coaching staff a very natural idea. Since you, Sassuolo, will defend Gao Zheng in a targeted manner, why don’t we take advantage of this?

If Gao Zheng is fouled, Gao Zheng will take the free kick. As long as Gao Zheng can score a goal, it will form a very powerful deterrent to Sassuolo's players, so that they can think carefully next time they defend Gao Zheng.

So in this game, Sampdoria's coaching staff made arrangements to let Gao Zheng take all close-range free kicks.

But to their surprise, Gao Zheng actually scored in the first free kick of the game...

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Contrary to the cheerful Sampdoria coach's seat, Sassuolo's coach was extremely upset about the concealment of the goal.

"What a fucking hell!" Assistant coach Andre Tarozi couldn't help but swear.

As the head coach, Pia was also unhappy with the conceding goal, but he still had to maintain a calm mind to avoid affecting the players on the court.

As a head coach, you must always be more calm.

He said to his assistant: "Relax, Andre. Fortunately, this goal was lost early, and we still have time and opportunities. Is there any way to win the play-offs? As long as we can win in the end."

"I'm worried that losing the ball so early will affect the morale of the team..."

"I believe they won't be distracted just because of this goal."

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“gaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!!!”

On the rostrum of Alberto Bralia, Sampdoria Club chairman Ricardo Garone jumped out of his seat after Gao Zheng scored the goal. He waved his fists hard in front of Squinzi, the owner of the Sassuolo Club next to him to celebrate the goal, and shouted, and it was impossible to tell that this was a terminally ill patient.

Next to him, Squinzi had a stern face, just like his father had just died. He was different from Bonato, and he did not hide his dissatisfaction with the goal loss. He didn't care about the media's expressions that he was not graceful.

I and Gao Zheng have been fighting this far, so what kind of demeanor you need!

The gentlemanly demeanor cannot help his team win the score...

After celebrating the goal for a long time, Garone sat down two times, then smiled at Squinzi next to him, "Sorry, Mr. Squinzi, I'm so excited. You know, since the team's relegation last season, I've been waiting for the day to return to the First Division. Ha, I hope you don't mind too much!"

Squinzi forced a smile: "It's too early to say whether to upgrade or not, Mr. Garone."

"Ha, it's a bit early, so I said I was too excited." Garone didn't care about Squinzi's attitude, and there was still a smile on his face.

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In the stands, Berardi was still watching the game with his reserve teammates.

Everyone hopes that Sassuolo can be promoted to the first league, and Berardi is no exception.

But when he knew that the opponent in the playoff final was Sampdoria, Berardi always had a hidden worry.

Especially after seeing the conflict between Gao Zheng and the club chairman Mr. Skunzi, this hidden worry has expanded a lot.

When Gao Zheng scored the goal just now, he was surrounded by sighs.

Babuti cursed Gao Zheng: "That's obviously a fake fall! The referee is too easy to be deceived by exaggerated fall-down action! If he is really violated by a foul of that level, how could he score a free kick so easily? It's obviously just pretending, a liar! But it really fits the image of the Chinese..."

Berardi frowned and it was very inappropriate to bring the grudges on the field to race and nationality.

"Shut up, Babuti." Berardi turned to Babuti, who was sitting behind him. "That was indeed a foul, there was nothing to wash out."

"Oh, you have finally been exposed, you are a spiritual Chinese! Who are you talking for?" Babuti seemed to be excited.

"I don't help anyone, but I know that respecting the opponent, slandering and belittling the opponent will not help us win. The opponent plays well means playing well, and we make mistakes, and it doesn't matter if we support who doesn't support anyone. I like Gao, but I also support Sassuolo to win." Berardi said with a serious look. "Even if you scold Gao as the worst person in the world here, you can't change the fact that we are now behind with one goal. In fact, I think as a player, if you play with this idea, it's not necessarily a good thing."

After teaching Babuti a serious lesson, Berardi turned around and ignored Babuti, who looked embarrassed behind her. The latter really didn't expect Berardi to say these words with such a serious attitude.

He couldn't even refute because what he said made sense, and if he wanted to refute, he became unreasonable...

He could only snort heavily, and at the same time, he hoped that Sassuolo would defeat Sampdoria from the bottom of his heart, and that Gao Zheng would be completely frozen by Sassuolo's defense and would never have a chance to play again!

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Chapter completed!