Gao Zheng was named by the coach Yachini after the training. He was still a bit strange about this. His performance in training was normal, and he didn't understand why he was left alone by the coach.

But soon he knew the reason.

"Are you saying that it is bad for me to be exposed directly to the media and fans now?" He confirmed what the head coach said to him just now.

Yachini nodded: "Well. Although the vast majority of fans are very passionate about their team players, it cannot be ruled out that there are individual extremists. If you make them unhappy, then they can easily reach you. And you have to think about what if a Genoa fan disguised as a Sampdoria fan attacked you?"

Although Archini said something exaggerated, think about Genoa where two rival teams share the same stadium. What can't be done by a derby opponent?

So Gao Zheng, after listening to Achini, did not show a disapproving expression, but frowned and fell into thought.

The Italian football hooligan is very famous, not to mention there is a more famous special product-the mafia.

"Okay, I will find a way to solve this problem, coach." After thinking for a while, Gao Zheng gave the head coach an affirmative answer.

Archini was a little surprised that Gao Zheng was able to answer so quickly. He originally thought that it would take some effort to persuade the young man in front of him.

Gao Zheng once again gave him a completely different impression from other geniuses.

He really didn't feel like being proud.

"What are you going to do?" he asked with interest, "buy a car? do you have a driver's license?"

Gao Zheng shook his head: "Not yet."

"Then if you go to learn a driver's license now, I'm afraid it's too late in time?"

"Of course. But I still have to learn. Before I get a driver's license, I plan to rub my car."

"Are you in a teammate's car? That's a good idea." Archini was satisfied with Gao Zheng's decision. "Need me to ask the captain to help you find someone in the locker room who wants you to rub your car?"

Gao Zheng shook his head: "No, coach, I have already been selected."

Yachini laughed: "Okay, then I will act as a security guard at the base gate. Thank you for your understanding and support, ha!"

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In the reserve locker room, after a day of training, the reserve players are busy changing clothes and preparing to leave.

At this time in the past, everyone will be very heated to discuss how to arrange a rich nightlife, but today the atmosphere in the dressing room is slightly depressed, and everyone is very quiet.

Of course, it was all because of someone in the corner of the dressing room.

Icardi was changing clothes intently, and didn't seem to feel the atmosphere in the dressing room changed.

San Pietro intends to ease the atmosphere. After all, this depressed feeling is really uncomfortable, and now the only one in the reserve team who can talk to Icardi is him.

But when San Pietro walked to Icardi's side, he found that the expression on Icardi's face was quite ugly, and even savage. He was about to open his mouth. He was terrified and closed his mouth. He couldn't even say "Hi".

In San Pietro's eyes, Icardi exudes a "do not enter" aura.

Fortunately, Icardi changed clothes very quickly, and then lifted the bag out of the dressing room.

After he left, there was a sigh of relief in the dressing room.

The atmosphere also became active.

"The Argentines seem to be in a bad mood recently..."

"That is, it is clearly the core and the main shooter of the team. The team's tactics are all around him. I really don't understand what is unhappy. If I have this treatment, I will be laughed when I dream. Wake up!"

"Maybe it's not something in football, it's in life? For example...broken up?"

"How do you know that Icardi has a girlfriend? If you don't even have a girlfriend, how can you fall in love?"

The teammates talked about Icardi's recent changes, and San Pietro did not join them, but stared at the locker room door that had been closed, and fell into contemplation.

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Icardi bowed his head to the parking lot with his bag, but he had another thing in mind, not where to go this evening, or what posture to use.

In the second half of the league, he has played two rounds of the league, but he has not received notification from the first team. In the reserve team, even Costic has just been transferred to the first team, but he is still in the reserve team.

He originally thought that after Atzori's get out of class, the new coach would allow him to return to the first team.

But now he seems to have been forgotten.

Seeing that Gao Zheng had scored seven goals in the first team, and his first team had zero goals, Icardi was in a hurry.

Isn't it going to be dumped further and further away by Gao Zheng?

Damn it!

"What abominable?" Suddenly Gao Gao's voice appeared in front of him. He looked up in surprise, only to find that Gao Zheng was standing beside his car, and looked at him strangely.

Icardi realized that he thought too much about it and accidentally said what he thought...

"Uh... nothing." Icardi was not like letting Gao Zheng know what he was worried about. How could he show his weakness in front of his competitors? He quickly changed the subject and looked at Gao Zheng and said, "What are you doing standing next to my car?"

Gao Zheng patted Icardi's car roof: "There is good news, Mauro."

"What good news?" When Icardi asked the words, he suddenly jumped involuntarily-he thought of a possibility. Is the first team head coach finally thinking of himself and going to the first team? Then this is really great news!

Gao Zheng didn't see the expectation on Icardi's face at all. He smiled and said, "You will have companions on your way to the training base and on your way home!"

"What... mean?" Icardi asked frowning.

"I will walk with you in the future!" Gao Zheng pointed to the car. "On your co-pilot seat."

Icardi stared at Gao Zheng in a daze for a long time, and then asked, "Are you going to rub my car?"

"It's company, company."

"No way!" Icardi categorically rejected Gao Zheng.

He is in a bad mood now, very bad. He felt like he was being teased by Gao Zheng...

Gao Zheng didn't expect that Icardi would solve himself so simply, and he didn't even know what reason to find to persuade Icardi-he was completely unprepared for this.

Icardi, who rejected Gao Zheng, didn't want to see him anymore, quickly pulled the car door, and started the car to leave the parking lot.

When he saw Gao Zheng, still stunned in the rearview mirror, he felt revenge in his heart...

Let you leave me alone, hum! Now let you taste the taste of being left behind!

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Gao Zheng looked at the far-away car, but it was a bit confusing. Icardi's attitude was so bad today. It was like eating gunpowder and exploding in a little.

Didn't you offend him?

Is it something annoying in the reserve team?

Gao Zheng was puzzled.

But obviously his plan to rub the car was a failure.

I told the head coach before that I don’t need help. Do you still have to find the captain tomorrow?

Headache...

Gao Zheng scratched his head, intending to walk home. But he knew that if he walked out of the training base, he would definitely be surrounded by fans and reporters...

I wonder if the security guard at the base will complain about it ten thousand times when he sees himself?

Or you can have dinner at the base and go back? Should those who gathered outside the training base disperse by then?

Just when Gao Zheng was hesitant, a car suddenly stopped beside him.

The window glass of the main driver's seat slowly lowered, and the people inside took off their sunglasses and said to Gao Zheng, "Hi, Gao, do you want to hitchhike?"

It's Pellet!

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