"...We noticed that coach Atzori said the word "discipline" 17 times in the whole interview with us. He attributed the team's relegation last season to the disarray and morale caused by lack of discipline. He believed that with Sampdoria's normal strength, he should not be relegated. He promised to build Sampdoria into an iron-like army in the new season, invincible... It seems that Atzori is planning to become an iron-fisted coach in Sampdoria - this is completely different from when he coached at Regina..."

When the store door was pushed open, Polata also put down the "Nineteenth Century News" in his hand and looked at Gao Zheng who was walking in.

"Hi, Gao, is your new head coach a very hard-working person?"

"Why do you ask this, boss?" Gao Zheng was very surprised.

"The impression he gave me in this interview seems to attach great importance to team discipline." Porata pointed to the newspaper on the table, on it.

Gao Zheng remembered what Atzori emphasized, and said, "Ah, he really attaches great importance to discipline."

"What do you think, Gao?"

"It is of course a good thing to attach importance to discipline." Gao Zheng replied.

"All right, Gao, I don't have outsiders here, and I'm not a reporter," said Porata. "It's certainly a good thing to attach importance to discipline, but it's only a matter of discipline? This interview is the second time he has accepted an interview with our media since he took office? It was just officially announced in the first interview that he had not come to the team at that time and could not say anything. But now? He has started to lead the team to train, and has said so much, and there is only discipline and discipline throughout the article. Where is our tactics and lineup?"

Gao Zheng looked at the whining fat boss just laughed and didn't speak.

"What about it during training? Can you tell what he has any thoughts?" Porata turned his expectant eyes to Gao Zheng, who was smiling but silent.

Gao Zheng spread his hands: "Boss, the training camp has just begun."

Porata sighed disappointed: "Okay. Please forgive me, Gao. I'm a little too anxious. After all, we are playing in the B-level league this season, and I don't want to stay in the B-level for too long..."

"Don't worry, boss. I don't want to play in the second division all the time."

"That's good, that's good." Porata said, pretending to be Fokacha for Gao Zheng.

But Gao Zheng said: "There are too many, boss."

"There are too many? Where are there too many?" Porata was not sure.

"We will start a closed training the day after tomorrow. I don't even know how to go home. You give me so much, I can't finish it."

"Closed training? Oh!" Porata suddenly realized and took out the multi-fitting Focacha.

Before leaving, he said to Gao Zheng: "Come on, Gao! Can I see you appear in the first round of the league?"

Gao Zheng smiled: "I don't know, you have to ask the head coach."

"Then conquer him in this one and a half months of training and warm-up match!" Porata waved his fist at Gao Zheng.

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Sampdoria's pre-season training camp this year, she didn't go anywhere, and was held at the Mugnaini Sports Center in Boriasco.

This may be because the relegation to the second division has greatly affected the club's income, so for the purpose of saving, it was directly closed in its own training base.

After a week of physical training, Sampdoria's coaching staff began to add ball training to the training.

In offensive training, Gao Zheng frequently pulled out of the penalty area and involved support just like he did in the reserve team training.

But this time, the sharp whistle sounded.

Next, Gao Zheng saw Atzori frowning and walking straight towards him - there was no player beside him at this time, so Atzori's target must be him.

Gao Zheng didn't understand why the training was interrupted, and he didn't make any mistakes in the training just now.

He stood there, looking at the head coach getting closer and closer.

When Atzori walked about four or five meters away from Gao Zheng, he stopped and did not walk directly to Gao Zheng. This was because Atzori was 1.81 meters tall and Gao Zheng was 1.9 meters tall. The height difference between the two sides was 9 centimeters. If he walked to a place very close to Gao Zheng, he would probably have to raise his head slightly and talk to Gao Zheng.

In Atzori's view, this look of looking up is not conducive to maintaining the authority of the head coach.

"Where did you play?"

Atzori's question made Gao Zheng confused - did the head coach even know where he played? Although he had been physical training without the ball before, did he not even do this little homework?

Although it was strange, he honestly answered the head coach's question: "Center."

"Then why are you always running out if you don't stay in front of the door?"

Gao Zheng defended himself: "This is how I play in the reserve team, the coach. I perform well..."

But unexpectedly, his defense made Atzori furious. He even cursed and sweared: "Then it's the reserve team! This is the first team, hell!"

The training had completely stopped, and everyone was watching Gao Zheng and Atzorri, and no one dared to speak.

Gao Zheng looked at the excited head coach and remembered what Icardi said to him after the first day of training: Is the head coach targeting us?

That's right, Gao Zheng felt that he was targeted by the new head coach.

It is said that after some head coaches take special actions to quickly establish their authority and status in the team. The so-called new officer takes office three shots...

But Gao Zheng didn't expect that the fire would actually burn on his head.

He remembered the first day of training, when the head coach scolded the reporter and looked at him.

For some reason, he felt that the information released in that look was not friendly.

He was very surprised that he had never dealt with this head coach before, and he didn't know how he offended the new head coach.

"You are a center! What should the center do? You should nail me to the opponent's goal!"

That would be offside, coach Gao Zheng silently complained in his heart.

"Just like a lighthouse! You can always find you when you let your teammates pass the ball, instead of just finding out that there is no one in front of the goal when they break through the opponent's defense line and want to cross it! You have to fight with the opponent's defenders in the penalty area to attract their attention and create better opportunities for your teammates! Instead of escaping from the penalty area like a sissy!"

Gao Zheng frowned. He found that the new head coach and Bruno, his head coach in the reserve team, had a completely different definition of center. The "center" in Atzori's mouth is more like a traditional big center.

But Gao Zheng knew that he was not that center because he did not have a strong enough body. Even before he was injured, he did not play like that. He has not played football with his body since he was a child. There is a clear proof that although he has always been a tall man who stands out among his peers, his heading level can only be said to be average. He will not choose to use his head if he can handle the ball with his feet.

This is related to the training he received when he was a child. When he played football under the old man, in order to improve his foot skills, the old man once strictly prohibited him from using his head to handle the ball, although it would be easy to score. The habit he developed for a long time is that Gao Zheng's foot skills are excellent like a 1.9-meter-old player, but his heading level is generally not like a 1.9-meter-old player...

"Go back to the door and be a real center!"

Finally, Atzori pointed to the area in front of the goal and said to Gao Zheng in unquestionable tone.

"But coach, I'm not used to it..." Gao Zheng said embarrassedly.

But Atzori didn't listen to his explanation and kept his finger in front of the door: "Then get used to my request from now on, or go back to your reserve."

Hearing this, the onlookers looked nervous on their faces.

Especially Icardi stared at Gao Zheng very nervously, for fear that he would be driven back to the reserve team by the head coach. By the way, he was over the age of age, and even if he knew the reserve team, he could only train with him and it would be difficult for him to participate in the competition.

But Gao Zheng was not impulsive. He was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Okay, coach."

After saying that, he ran to the door.

Atzori looked around and was very satisfied with everyone's reaction.

He wanted this effect so that everyone could understand who was the boss here!

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PS, there are only the last two games left in the World Cup. Tonight is the third and fourth finals, so there shouldn’t be many people paying attention to it? This game is simply a useless battle...
Chapter completed!