Hero of the Penalty Area

Vol 3 Chapter 73: May God bless them, Amen (second guarantee)

Chapter 73 May God Bless them, Amen (Second Guarantee)

"...God seems to be watching us! Because since Naples came to St. Petersburg, the snow has never stopped! Before that, St. Petersburg was always blue and white, and the weather was clear. It was not until the day Naples left for St. Petersburg. It suddenly changed... things are so weird, so I think it's God who is helping us Zenit St. Petersburg!"

Sports programs are playing on the TV in the hotel room, and the host in St. Petersburg is thanking God in Russian. Most of the Naples players did not understand these words, but Arshavin, who was standing in front of the window at this moment, gave a wry smile because he understood.

The TV was behind him, and the host's words made a group of people on the show laugh, and laughter came from the TV. The glass window in front of Arshavin reflected his frowning expression.

Outside the window is the hazy sky, and the endless wind and snow...The heavy snow like feathers is flying diagonally, obviously it is very windy outside.

This kind of weather...If he were still a member of Zenit St. Petersburg, he would definitely be happy. But he is not, he is now a player from Naples. Anything that has to be considered from the point of view of Naples, this game is really...too difficult for Naples to play!

In the other room, Chen Yingxiong's cell phone rang and rang, one text message after another.

Chen Yingxiong was arguing with his former teammates on his mobile phone.

Head: "Hahahahaha!"

Hero Chen: "Don't laugh, captain! This kind of weather is nothing to us at all!"

Head: "Do we mean you and Shava?"

Anyukov: "Welcome to St. Petersburg! Look, God is welcoming you all, heroes. Thank you for the good luck you brought us, ha!"

Head: "You Italy brags that Naples is home to hell. Now let you see what the real home of **** is! Ahahaha!"

Anyukov: "The weather is good today, isn't it? Hero? I hope the weather will be so good on the day of the match!"

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At first, Chen Yingxiong returned it, but then he didn't say anything, because he really didn't know how to fight back.

There was a knock on the door: "Boys, we should go!"

Santa Croce, who was in the same room with Chen Yingxiong, wailed: "God, save me!"

He was frightened by the sight outside like the end of the world...

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For the Naples players, the sky was so dark that it was only two o'clock in the afternoon when the street lights on the street were all lit, and the buildings on both sides of the road also showed lights, and low dark clouds pressed on everyone's head. , People seem to be out of breath, and the gust of wind that whizzes and whizzes away, and it feels like a knife on the face, and it is by no means as gentle as snowflakes described in literary works...

They think that the end of the world is nothing more than that.

Of course, how can one forget the current average temperature of minus 5 degrees in St. Petersburg?

And this is not the coldest time. After all, this time can barely be regarded as “daytime”... To take care of the TV broadcast plan, tomorrow’s Champions League game will start at night. By then, the sun will completely fall below the horizon and the temperature It will be lower.

On the bus, Mazari was comforting his team members: "I asked the locals that the average temperature in St. Petersburg in November was not so low, mainly due to the continuous strong winds, bad weather and sudden temperature. Down... So, uh, if the weather can get better tomorrow, it's actually... not as cold as everyone thinks..."

In the end, even he himself felt that he lacked persuasiveness, so he ended up in a hurry.

It snowed for two days in a row, and the weather forecast indicated that the day would have to continue. Now he has reached a point where he hopes to be bigger, so he just went down to one night without the snow covering one meter deep, and then UEFA canceled the game. , And then everyone went to a place in a neutral country to rematch... But Mazzari himself felt that this was completely impossible.

Almost every player in Naples trot all the way from the bus into the locker room, then spent a long time in the air-conditioned locker room before getting dressed, and was rushed back to the stadium by assistant coach Viviani.

Only Chen Yingxiong and Arshavin behaved normally.

In order to convey his confidence and optimism to his teammates, Chen Yingxiong took a breath of cold air, and then looked intoxicated: "Ah-St. Petersburg! It's so kindly cold!"

As a result, this did not enhance the self-confidence of his teammates, but instead made his teammates just want to beat his bragging guy...

At the Petrovsky Stadium, the assistant coach shouted: "Adapt to the weather, adapt to the wind and snow! You have to adapt to it! Because this is your game environment tomorrow! If you can't adapt now, you will fall tomorrow. Big mold! Remember, we are Naples! We are not cowards—"

The last sentence prolonged the tone. It was supposed to be a morale booster, but at the end it trembled, and immediately vented its momentum-the assistant coach also shivered with cold.

Chen Yingxiong and Arshavin seemed relatively relaxed, and the feeling of returning to the Petrovsky Stadium made him very excited. He ran on the snow-covered stadium, feeling the strength of the turf under his feet.

Yes, that's how it feels. He remembered playing in the snow for the first time when he was playing in Zenit St. Petersburg. It was funny.

Arshavin also seemed to be deeply moved. He only came to Naples at the beginning of this year. It didn't take long for him to leave Zenit, but he didn't know why. He always felt like he had been out for several years.

What kind of treatment will you get at this stadium tomorrow? Is welcome? Or boos?

How would the fans treat themselves, a guy who was trained in St. Petersburg and eventually escaped from St. Petersburg?

His body trembled slightly, and he didn't know if it was because of anxiety or because of the cold...

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While the team was training to adapt to the field, Naples coach Mazzari was wrapped in a thick sports coat in the press conference hall to be interviewed by reporters.

"...Of course the weather is not good. But we are a professional team. A professional team means that you have to be prepared and able to cope with any situation. Snow football? That's nothing. It snows every winter in Italy. ..."

"It is said that Hamsik caught a cold after arriving in St. Petersburg. Will this affect his appearance in the game?" A reporter raised his hand and asked.

"He did catch a cold, but it was just a small cold. He just sneezed a few times. I think he will be in the game tomorrow..." Mazzari said in his heart that you, a reporter, are quite well informed. But I won’t tell you the truth!

"Is the goal of the team in this game still to pursue victory?"

Mazzari nodded: "Yes, every game in Naples is for victory!" He said these words without embarrassment, but this is also a way to boost morale. Originally, the objective conditions are bad enough. As the head coach, if you say a little bit of discouragement, you won't have to play the game before the kick-off...

"The hero and Arshavin will return to their places. Do you think this will stimulate their performance?"

"Both of them are very good professional players. I think this question is meaningless... and I believe the fans of Zenit St. Petersburg will also be very happy with the return of these two players... After all, they are Zenit. A legend in the history of the team..."

"Last question, Mr. Mazzari. Does the bad weather really have no effect on the team's performance?"

"Yes, no!" Mazari said decisively, looking at the reporter who asked the question, with a firm expression on his face, making people look like they would have invincible courage...

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Due to the weather, almost all of the players in Naples were unable to adapt to the field training normally. Many people frequently slipped to the ground. These funny falls would only get everyone's schadenfreude laughter. But now the coaching staff's heart is hanging up.

Because when the weather is too cold, the warm-up is slightly insufficient, and the player may be injured in such a fall. At this point, if an important player is injured, it will be worse... and let people live?

So the training to adapt to the field ended hastily after almost everyone fell over and used their **** to adjust to the softness of the Petrovsky Stadium turf.

The quality of training to adapt to the field is terrible, making the assistant coach Vivinia, who has left the field, worried.

The head coach Mazzari sitting next to him tilted his head and whispered in his ear: "Don't be so frowning, Fabio. The situation is **** bad enough... You want the players to be on you. , You can see courage and self-confidence in your every move!"

"Okay, Walter, I will try to..." Viviani replied reluctantly.

Mazzari sighed softly.

He feels that his team's luck in this trip to St. Petersburg is really terrible. The air horror exhausted many players, and they came to St. Petersburg and encountered several days of wind and snow, which brought the team's morale to the bottom.

If this goes on, how do you deal with the home team waiting to work?

Mazari's head is as big as a fight.

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When all the players of the visiting team in Naples were tortured by the weather, the Zenit players laughed relaxedly and cheerfully in the Udeni Park of the Zenit training base in St. Petersburg.

"I bet that the hero and Shava are definitely having a headache for their squeamish teammates! Hahaha!" Denisov said to his teammates.

"I feel sorry for the hero and Shava, and I sympathize with them both!" Anyukov also prayed religiously. "May God bless them!"

"Me too, may God bless them to lose a few goals!"

"Amen……"

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