The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 215 Hatred Begins on the Court, and Ends on the Court
Bastia suffered a severe relegation in the recent season due to their own financial problems.

Many players on the team have no real idea about the upcoming Corsican derby.

The same applies to Gaio.

But as they left the training base by bus and saw the Bastia fans gathered at the entrance, they gradually realized that this match was more than just a game; it was a battle between the north and south of Corsica.

Martin waved a blue flag with black Moorish heads on it.

Modoso and his team have already headed to Ajaccio, and in their words, "Ultras Bastia" is going to flatten Ajaccio first.

Those who remained were fans who couldn't make it to Ajaccio.

in fact,

Even though most of the Ultras Bastia members went to Ajaccio, they couldn't get into the stadium because the Ajaccio government was worried about unrest from both sides' fans, so they only gave Bastia fifty away tickets.

"Fight, Bastia!"

When the players came out, the fans didn't say anything more, only chanted in unison.

"Fight, Bastia!"

Lukaku loves being surrounded by fans; it gives him a great sense of accomplishment. Since arriving in Bastia, he has absolutely fallen in love with the place.

He initially thought he was just coming to Ligue 1 to coast through and gain experience. His real stage would be back at Chelsea when the loan ended.

but,

The enthusiastic, die-hard fans' shouts sent shivers down his spine, and with teammates like Gaio, everything about Bastia made him happy.

He rolled down the car window and roared in his broken Corsican, which he had learned recently, "Victory belongs to Bastia!!"

clap clap clap!
Bastia!!
The fans reacted strongly, clapping rhythmically and shouting at the same time.

Gaio and others also opened their car windows, some shouting with the fans, and others waving to them.

The bus driver was driving very slowly.

It's so slow it's only a little faster than walking.

But no fans surrounded them; everyone stood orderly on the roadside.

Only shouts could be heard.

The bus eventually headed south, carrying Bastia's hopes.
We must win!

Inside the bus, Lukaku was incredibly excited, as if he'd been injected with adrenaline.

Gaio smiled and said, "Then you need to keep an eye on the opponent's goal."

Lukaku patted his chest, "Just watch how I wreak havoc in their penalty area this game. You guys need to look for opportunities on the perimeter too. Absolutely no problem. I've seen Ajaccio; they're not that strong."

The teammates were all chiming in with their own comments.

They understand how important this match is, but precisely because it's important, they will be extremely cautious.

Hagi Begic, sitting in the front row, listened to the players' discussion with a slight smile.

The bus swayed along the road. He looked at the blue sky and thought of what his daughter had told him, "Bastia is truly enchanting."

Yes,

So charming.

This team stirred up memories for Hagi Begic, who, along with his teammates, had entered each match with the same anticipation of victory in the former Yugoslav national team.

Think of this.

Haji Begichi's memories are bittersweet.

There's no going back, there's no more Yugoslav national team.

perhaps,

Once Gaio leaves, and once Bastia embarks on a stable path of development, he will also leave.

The distance from Bastia to Ajaccio is over 100 kilometers. Two hours later, they arrived at Ajaccio's home stadium.

François Coty Stadium.

The stadium isn't very big; it was only renovated a couple of years ago after Ajaccio was promoted to Ligue 1.

Originally, it could only accommodate 10,000 people, but after the renovation, it only added 2,000 seats.

Occasionally, Ajaccio's home stadium isn't even full. There's no way around it; Corsica only has 300,000 people in total, and if you divide it among the major cities, there's not much left.

Bastia's ability to fill a stadium with 20,000 people is already an extreme achievement.

Tonight, the fifth Corsican derby in Ligue 1!
This was the hardest time I've ever bought tickets for Ajaccio; they sold out within just half an hour of going on sale.

If it weren't for Ajaccio's very strict ticketing policy—which requires an Ajaccio or surrounding area ID to purchase a ticket—the tickets would probably have sold out in minutes.

There were one or two thousand Bastia fans who came to cheer on their team.

However, only fifty people can enter the stadium.

Of the several die-hard fan clubs that Modoso selected, the most combative were those with the loudest voices, the most stamina, and the best fighting skills.

The largest die-hard fan association in Bastia is Ultras Bastia, but there are other team associations as well.

Modoso didn't keep all the tickets to himself; he also shared some with other associations.

These fifty people were at the head of the Bastia fans' parade in the streets of Ajaccio.

They were painted with a blue team emblem that read "Bastia".

A procession of about two thousand people walked from the train station all the way to the Coty Stadium.

Loud.

They didn't make any other noise, just kept chanting the same slogan, "Fight, Bastia!!"

Many people were also waving flags with blue backgrounds and black Moorish heads.

The Moors are a symbol of Corsica's spirit of independence.

The blue-and-black Moorish figures are the symbol of Bastia!

Bastia fans were booed by Ajaccio fans along the way.

Even raising the middle finger.

However, they did not clash because the Bastia fans gathered after getting off the train at the station.

The police in Ajaccio have put them under surveillance.

There were police officers on both sides, in front and behind.

Police chased away Ajaccio fans who wanted to cause trouble.

They discovered that what put the most pressure on them were actually the Ajaccio fans.

Aside from chanting slogans, the Bastia fans did not engage in any further provocations.

This mainly stems from a statement Hagi Begic made at yesterday's pre-match press conference: "Hate begins on the field and ends on the field."

As Modoso and his team walked toward the stadium, their Bastia bus also drove over.

Upon seeing this, they beat the drums even louder.

Boom!
dong dong! !
At the same time, their slogans grew louder and louder: "Fight, Bastia!!"

The closer you are to the stadium, the more fans there are in Ajaccio.

The two sides met.

Ajaccio fans waved red flags with white Moorish heads.

Red and white, and blue and black.

Corsican language, with its blend of northern and southern accents, is spoken together.

Gaio looked at the opposing red and blue colors.

My blood is boiling.

Derby.

It always gets my blood pumping!

They got out of their car in the parking lot next to the stadium.

The cheers of the Bastia fans mingled with the boos of the Ajaccio fans.

The sound is rolling.

Even before the match started, the confrontation between the two sets of fans had already reached its climax.

Lukaku, who had been full of ambition to score a hat trick on the bus, now looked serious, clearly indicating that the scene had made the young man somewhat nervous.

"Don't let your legs go weak later."

(End of this chapter)