On August 26th, it was time to go to bed. Lin Yuan, who had taken a shower, said that he would not go to bed, which made his mother very angry: "Scientists say that after ten o'clock in the evening is a critical period for growing your body. At this time, you must ensure full sleep and rest. Do you want to grow your body if you don't sleep?"

Lin Yuan shook his head and said, "I don't want to sleep!"

"What do you want to do if you don't sleep?" Mom shouted sternly.

"I want to watch the game!"

"What ball is watching?"

"Serie A!"

Mom was stunned for a moment: "When will it start?"

"Twelve o'clock..." Lin Yuan's voice became much lower, and he obviously knew it was very late.

Sure enough, my mother's voice was octave higher: "No! What ball should I watch so late? Let me sleep!"

"I won't!" Lin Yuan said stubbornly, stubbornly, stubbornly, with his neck in his arms.

"You kid..." The mother wanted to maintain her authority.

At this moment, my father walked out of the bedroom: "He wants to see it, so let him see it. School has not started yet, and at worst I can sleep in tomorrow."

Mom glanced at the two grandpas and sighed: "Okay, this time, I won't go to bed so late after school starts!"

Lin Yuan asked: "Can you go on weekends? There will be football matches on weekends..."

Mom glared at him, he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Lin Sisi rushed out of her room: "I want to watch the football too!"

"What are you joining in the fun? Are you not going to work tomorrow?" Mom said to her.

"I can get up..."

"No." Mom looked at her eldest daughter coldly. "Even if you can get up tomorrow, your spirit is not good. Bad spirit will affect your work status. What should I do if my leader sees it? Because there is something wrong with the work. What if your leader starts you, will you lose your work? It's not easy to find a job now, and you are still like this..."

Lin Sisi hurriedly covered her ears and returned to her bedroom. What she couldn't stand the most was her mother's nagging, which was like Tang Monk's tight spell...

Seeing her daughter go back to her room, the mother and her father also returned to the bedroom: "Speak softer, don't yell, don't yell, don't quarrel at the neighbors."

"Don't worry, mom, I'm so honest when watching the football game!"

After the instructions, the parents closed the bedroom door.

Lin Yuan waited for the game to begin in front of the turned on TV.

For this game, he took a nap for the first time at noon. Although he tossed and turned in bed for more than an hour before falling asleep, he was now in a flash and would never fall asleep before the game began.

In a bar in downtown Genoa, Chinese students gathered together again, waiting for the competition to begin.

This is their first football watching event in the new season. Compared with the last event, there are fewer familiar faces in the team. They have graduated and returned to China and have many newcomers.

Compared to last season, the football watching team has grown significantly.

These people came because of Gao Zheng’s reputation.

Xiao Yingying was introducing the situation of their small group to the newcomers, showing off their experience of going to the Vip box of the Malasi Stadium last season, and the newcomers were extremely fascinated by them.

"...Abstract, our organization is actually quite loose, there are not so many rules, and there are no so-called membership fees. Everyone comes out to watch the football together, and all the fees are aa-based. If you want to come, it doesn't matter if you don't. It just invites everyone to watch the football together. Occasionally, we will organizers to go to Boriasco and cheer for Gao Zheng outside the training base in Sampdoria. Gao Zheng is really an easy-to-get person and has no idol burden..."

Xiao Yingying talked endlessly.

However, several boys among the newcomers didn't seem to be very focused on listening to her, and kept glancing at Feng Shiyao next to her.

Xiao Yingying naturally took all the performances of these people.

She did not show any dissatisfaction, but instead smiled in her heart.

But Ma Huanyang looked at these boys with bad eyes...

Gao Zheng and his teammates sat in the visiting team locker room at San Siro Stadium.

Their head coach Di Francisco is passionately mobilizing the players before the war, inspiring their fighting spirit, allowing them to dare to draw their swords and challenge the seemingly powerful Milan.

"...This is our first game to return to the A-League. The opponent is a powerful Milan. Many people may think: Damn! I don't want to meet such an opponent in the first game! But I just like this arrangement. I like this opponent! Only when the opponent is strong enough can our victory have enough gold content! Let those who are waiting to see us jokes scare their chins off!"

I have to say that this young head coach is indeed very good at inspiring people. Many people were excited about his words. Although Albertomasi, who was sitting next to Gao Zheng, clenched his fists and trembled slightly.

But Gao Zheng didn't listen to those passionate words, and he was distracted.

Although he came from Milan youth training, this is his first time here.

So for some media saying that he "revisits the old place again", Gao Zheng disagreed with the San Siro Stadium is not the old place for him, and the D stadium of the reserve team is considered the old place...

When he was a Milan youth team player, like his teammates at that time, all his dreams were to be able to wear a red and black sword shirt on the turf of San Siro Stadium, here to write his own new glory for the century-old giant A Milan, and leave his name in the history of A Milan.

At that time, Milan did have a very special position in his heart.

He knew that from the youth team to the youth team, to the reserve team and the adult team, the elimination rate here is very high, and many people will fall behind halfway. But he is confident in his strength and firmly believes that he will realize his dream.

He is the best in the youth team, and he is the same in the youth team. Then when he reaches the first team, he will still be.

But Gao Zheng never expected that he did not lose to those strong competitors, but to injuries and misdiagnosis.

Had he not been seriously injured that time, would he have played the main player in Milan now? Just like he did in Sampdoria.

If there was no that misdiagnosis, could he play in Milan?

Unfortunately, there is no if in football games, and there is no if in life.

When he shined in the Milan Youth Team, the media called him a "genius who can change Chinese football" and his future should have been extremely bright.

Now he stepped onto the turf of San Siro Stadium, but he was his opponent.

Gao Zheng grinned.

After a walk around, he still came here, but things changed, and he was no longer the boy who dreamed.
Chapter completed!