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Gao Zhen stood in the middle circle and pulled the football on his feet. He and his striker partner Pelle are waiting for the kick-off.

The professional league debuted for the first time, but it was such a crucial game.

It's a memorable moment.

Some players tend to perform very well when they come off the bench, but when the head coach makes him start because of his excellent play off the bench, he can't beat his performance when he came off the bench.

There is still a big difference between the starter and the bench.

However, Gao Zheng himself is not worried about this.

How he kicks when he comes off the bench, but how he kicks when he starts.

But Pelle, who was standing next to him, seemed a little nervous. After all, he always helped Gao Zheng to consume the strength of the opponent's defender, so when Gao Zheng played, the opponent's guard was tired.

Today, Gao Zheng has to face defenders with plenty of energy.

"Don't worry, Graziano, what you usually do today is what you do today." Gao Zheng felt what Pelle was worried about, and he said suddenly.

"But the defender's physical strength is very good..."

"Couldn't it be that when I start again, I always bring a halo that makes the opponents lose 70% of their physical fitness?"

"Uh..." Pellet thought that Gao Zheng made sense. Indeed, Gao Zheng always has to face this scene. He can't play the super bench for a lifetime. Let's not say that Gao Zheng doesn't agree, but Pellet will not agree first.

"Ready to play."

Not long after Gao Zheng reminded Pellet, the current referee Angelo Martino Giancola blew the whistle at the beginning of the game.

Gao Zheng gently kicked the football to Pelle, and then ran forward.

His first game started!

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"The game started! Although Sampdoria kicked off first, they did not rush to attack. The football was passed back to the backcourt. They were falling back and forth. They seemed to want to slow down the rhythm and stabilize it. ……Damn!"

Silio suddenly shouted.

A huge cheer erupted from the sky above the home of Romeo Mendi, home of Uvestabia.

When Sampdoria fell in the backcourt, Uvestabia actively pushed forward and wanted to steal in the frontcourt. Therefore, Sampdoria's center defender Rossini was forced to grab the ground by the opposing player when passing the ball forward, and he made a pass error. He directly passed the football to the front-court Juvestabia frontcourt player. At the foot of Antonio Zito!

It is from here that Clio's yelling and cheering by home fans.

"Rosini's passing mistake! Sampdoria is in danger! Zito dribble the ball into the penalty area...he shoots! The goal is coming! God, it's incredible! Uvestabia's opening minute I took the lead!"

Sampdoria goalkeeper Romero slumped from the air, and the scoring Uvestabia player Zito opened his arms and ran under the stands to celebrate the goal with his fans.

Rossini, who had a passing error, knelt on the ground, holding his head in both hands, looking very annoyed and painful.

The other Sampdoria players haven't reacted yet-this game just started, why did you lose the ball?

Pellet rushed to the front, Gao Zheng a little behind him, closer to the midfield, ready to transition for the team's offensive connection.

Unexpectedly, they did not wait for the passing of their teammates. Instead, in the huge cheers of the home team fans, they saw the scene of Rossini's passing error and the number seven player's shot.

"What the hell... what are you doing!" Pellet resisted Rossini who didn't directly scold the passing error, but his dissatisfaction was still overwhelming.

Gao was finally able to start the game, but as a result, you gave him a degree of difficulty as soon as he opened. Are you afraid he is not tired enough?

Gao Zheng waved at Pellet, beckoning him to stop complaining about his teammates.

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"Juvistabia took the lead in the opening minute! It was a fantastic start! But for Sampdoria it was too bad to be worse! Before the game, Juvistabi Piero Braglia said that although his team is desperate this season, he also knows that Sampdoria needs a victory to lock in the qualification for the promotion playoffs. But this It’s not a reason for Juvestabia to release water. His team will fight for the honor of the team and the support of home fans. They will not surrender easily. If Sampdoria holds the mentality of squeezing the soft persimmon Romeo Mendy Stadium might lose this game...Now it seems that Braglia is not bluffing!"

Silio said excitedly.

He was not excited because he was happy to see Sampdoria out of luck, but out of another idea-in this case, what can Gao Zheng, a genius who has done very well this season, come up with? What?

"The opening game is only one minute away, and Sampdoria is one goal behind. The starting high in this game is obviously highly anticipated by coach Achini, otherwise why would he want him to start in this game, and Not other games? It’s just that the current situation will definitely affect the high performance..."

"... In the previous game, Gao always came off the bench every time. When he played, the opponent's back line often played for dozens of minutes. The physical strength of the two sides was not at the same level. So there is media analysis. I think that Gao can always come off the bench to give a good performance, which is related to this. Then the current situation in this game is definitely a test for Gao, but it may also be an excellent opportunity to fight back and question!"

Silio could hardly conceal the tone of expectation.

He looked at the close-up of Gao Zheng from the monitor and thought about what you would do this time, Chinese genius?

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"It's so depressing..." Pellet, who was standing in the middle circle, muttered. He and Gao Zheng completed the kick-off here just two minutes ago.

I didn't expect to open it again now.

"Look at it, Graziano. It's better to lose the ball in the first minute than in the last minute. At least we have eighty-nine minutes to chase." Gao Zheng smiled at Pellet.

Pellet shook his head: "Sometimes I still can't understand you, Gao. Why are you still so optimistic after so many things..."

"Because of this, I can be optimistic." Gao Zheng shook his head. "Look, Milan Lab failed to kill me. What's such a small setback in the game?"

Pellet thought this was really the case, so he grinned: "You are right, high. It's just one goal behind, what are we going to do next?"

"Forget about losing the ball and kicking as usual. You are at the top, I will be by your side."

Pellet tapped his chest with his fist: "No problem, I will open the way for you!"

"Gao and Pellet seem to be talking about something, but unfortunately I am not a lip-speaking expert, and I can't tell the audience friends what they are talking about..." Silio said.

The players of Juvestabia finally ended their celebration and returned to their own half.

The referee Jáncora sounded the kick-off whistle for the second time in a short time and the game restarted!

This feels like a 100-meter sprint race. After the first shot of the gun, it was found that someone ran away, and another shot came in a short time.

It's a pity that if someone rushes for the 100-meter race, everyone has to go back to the starting line and start again, but the score of this game can't be reset to zero. After just one minute of the start of the game, the two teams are no longer at the same starting line.

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