Enzo Rich Stadium is a stadium that can accommodate only 4,008 people. It is now a training ground shared by Sassuolo's first team and reserve team.

There is a building next to the training ground, which is the location of the Sassuolo Club. The office, physiotherapy room, locker room and other rooms are all concentrated in this building. As a club, Sassuolo is really a small mini.

In the reserve coach's office, head coach Mandelli exclaimed: "Sampdoria reserve won the championship?! They defeated the Roma reserve 5:0?!"

"What's so surprising about this, Paro. Don't forget, High in Sampdoria Reserve." Luciano Carlino shrugged, and he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Mandelli glanced at Carlino, who was so leisurely: "But he won't be in the reserve team next season."

"Of course, with his performance, if Sampdoria doesn't transfer him to the first team, their coach will have a brain problem." Carlino was not surprised.

"I remember Sampdoria was demoted."

"Of course, their performance last season was too bad..." Halfway through, Carlino suddenly stopped because he remembered something - Sampdoria will be in the same league as Sassuolo next season, wouldn't she meet at least twice? If she enters the upgrade play-offs, she may encounter it twice. This is simply a gift to her door...

Seeing his expression, Mandelli knew what he had remembered. He laughed gloatingly: "It's your first team's turn to have a headache next season, Luciano!"

"Damn!"

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Luciano Bruni returns to the training ground.

The training of the reserve team had already ended, but before he could reach the training ground, he heard the sound of hitting the ball echoing over the open training ground.

He saw Gao Zheng still practicing free kicks for himself.

His free kick training style is a bit different from other players.

Generally, when training for free kicks, you can just use a moving wall prop, but Gao Zheng used two.

The two human wall props were put together, almost completely blocking the goal.

Gao Zheng first kicked ten goals in one place.

Then he changed the place and played ten more goals.

This cycle was until he kicked all the football in the big net pocket beside him, and then ran to pick up all the balls and continued to kick them.

This scene is no stranger to Bruno, because Gao Zheng has been practicing like this for a month.

At first, when he saw Gao Zheng practicing like this, he still guided Gao Zheng without two people, one was enough.

But Gao Zheng insisted on his approach and took the initiative to increase the difficulty.

Later, Bruno stopped talking about it.

Today when he saw Gao Zheng still practicing free kicks on the training ground, he shouted loudly: "Gao, the season is over, you don't need to train anymore!"

His shouts stopped Gao Zheng.

Bruney walked onto the stadium and looked at Gao Zheng.

Last night, the team returned from Rome by bus overnight. This afternoon, the whole team came to Mugnaini Sports Center for a restorative training. The coaching staff announced that the season was over. All the reserve team's games this season were finished. They ended the season with a reserve team championship, which is a perfect end to the season.

Once the training was over, the players ran away like rabbits.

For them, a wonderful holiday is waiting for them.

What Bruno did not expect was that Gao Zheng actually stayed to practice free kicks.

Gao Zheng glanced at the head coach and raised his hand to greet him: "I have two rounds left, wait until I finish playing..."

"Stop practicing, your free kick level won't be able to improve just because you practice two rounds less." Brunoy walked up and said, "I know you're here, but I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "Coach, you have a happy holiday. See you next season. Where are you planning to go on vacation?"

"We won't see each other next season, we should." Bruney said faced.

"Eh?" Gao Zheng was a little surprised.

"I will coach a first team next season, not a reserve team."

"where?"

"Luchese."

Gao Zheng looked confused and had no idea which team this was.

"They are in Group B of the Division C this season," Bruni explained.

Gao Zheng showed a sudden look, but in fact he still didn't know what kind of team it was and where the club was located.

"Why don't you stay, coach? You did a good job here, we won the championship..." Gao Zheng was a little reluctant to leave this cold and warm head coach.

"Before coming to Sampdoria, I worked for a season with Juventus," Bruni said. "Before that, I was an assistant coach in Verona. I also coached in Piacenza and Siena, and I also coached in Fiorentina... To be honest, any coach still wants to coach the first team. Just like every player on the reserve team wants to play in the first team. Lucese is not a very famous and top team, but for me, it may be a good stage."

After listening to the head coach's explanation, Gao Zheng said: "Then I can only wish you good luck, coach. If you go to that place, I can't help you."

Bruni smiled: "I want to loan you from Sampdoria, but Sampdoria will definitely not agree. You should be in the first team next season, but don't take it lightly, there are two completely different worlds from the reserve team."

Gao Zheng nodded: "I know, coach. If you play well in the reserve team, you may not be able to play in the first team."

Bruni was very satisfied with Gao Zheng's answer: "I don't know what the first team will look like then. The team is relegated and the head coach is replaced, and all other members of the coaching team should be replaced. What kind of personality is the new head coach, and what is his team building idea... We don't know these. But no matter what the situation is, you must be patient and don't worry. Once you have the opportunity, seize it and don't waste the opportunity easily. The first team does not have as much patience as the reserve team as the first team."

"I understand the coach."

"You are a very smart player, tall. You are more intelligent than the geniuses I have ever met. Although I am a coach, I can't guide you more. I wish you good luck. But don't practice now, go home. I mean, at your home in your country. Have a good rest and don't think about training all day long. Physical fitness is gradually increasing. You won't suddenly become unable to run because of your assault training in a summer. Rest and have a good rest so that you can set off better."

Gao Zheng scratched his head: "I understand, coach."

"Okay, then goodbye, Gao."

Bruney waved his hand, stopped talking nonsense, turned around and left the training ground.

Gao Zheng stood there and looked at his background. The head coach at the last moment was like he usually was, and he didn't talk much. The head coach before said a lot...

It seems to be explaining the funeral.

This unlucky idea flashed through Gao Zheng's mind, and then he spat.

Then he looked back at the pile of football, remembering that there were two rounds left, and remembering what the coach just said...

He thought about it for a moment, then pulled the football in his net pocket and walked off the field.

Not practicing anymore.

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Porata is enjoying the photo she just washed out, which is a photo of him and his son, Gao Zheng wearing Sampdoria jersey.

This was a photo of the three of them last night at the side of the Sanquan Stadium in Rome.

Gao Zheng also held the Reserve League championship trophy in his hand.

All three of them were laughing, just under the flash, their faces were pale and their red eyes were a little creepy...

However, Porata was still very satisfied with this photo, so she washed it out and planned to frame it and hang it in the store.

Just as he was appreciating his photo with Gao Zheng with satisfaction, the store door was pushed open.

"Hello, boss." Gao Zheng's voice sounded.

Seeing Gao Zheng, Porata put down the photo and greeted him with a smile: "Are you back from training?" He noticed Gao Zheng's sportswear and bag on his back.

"Well, the last training session."

"The season is over..." Porata sighed a little. "I felt the sky collapsed when the team was relegated, but fortunately the reserve team won the championship. It was a surprise. Thank you, Gao."

"Don't be polite, boss, after all, I have eaten so much free Focacha." Gao Zheng was also very happy to see the boss's happy smile. Why did he decide to win the championship? Isn't it just to see such a smile?

Porata laughed: "I have already thought of the advertising slogan - 'Sailor's House' Focaccia to provide energy for the champion!"

Gao Zheng gave the boss a thumbs up.

Porata handed Gao Zheng the four kilograms of Fokacha to Gao Zheng, but Gao Zheng refused: "I can't ask for so many, boss. Just one kilogram."

"Hmm?" Porata was surprised.

"I'll go home the day after tomorrow and can't eat so much."

Porata was stunned at first, then patted his forehead: "I forgot that you are a Chinese boy...so, it's time to go home and have a good rest. Will I see you in the first team next season?"

"I don't know this, boss. That's the coach's business."

Porata frowned and said, "If the first team coach doesn't call you, then he will have water in his mind!"

Gao Zheng laughed, picked up the reloaded paper bag and said goodbye to the fat boss.

“Goodbye, high, happy holiday.”

"Goodbye, boss, I wish you a happy too."

Porata smiled and watched Gao Zheng push the door out, and he picked up the photo again.

The attention to the reserve team game is still low, but next season he believes that more people will know Gao Zheng. By then, he can proudly introduce this star of tomorrow to them - he was the one who scored a goal in my Focacha!

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PS, I had to fall into the jet lag after the World Cup - I went to bed early yesterday, but I couldn't sleep. I tossed and tossed and turned in the bed until the weather was almost cold before I fell asleep.
Chapter completed!