The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 216 Let the World Hear the Story of Early Fame 1
Lukaku, patting his chest and promising to score, looked utterly confident as he walked out of the players' tunnel.

His face turned dark.

Fireworks.

What he saw was fireworks enveloping the entire stadium, endless red flames, and smoke filling the stadium.

This doesn't look like a football game at all.

It was more like a war.

Some say that a professional player needs to experience at least two hundred professional matches to mature.

Although Lukaku hasn't reached 200 appearances yet, he has played nearly 100 games for Anderlecht and more than 10 games for Chelsea.

He felt he had matured.

however,
At this moment, he felt a little nervous.

Lukaku followed the team with his head down, hearing the roar of the Ajaccio fans all around him.

I'm feeling a bit irritable.

Until he looked up and saw number ten at the very front, Gaio.

Lukaku suddenly calmed down.

I was slightly taken aback.

"Why are you stopping? Are you too scared to go on stage?"

Behind him, De Bruyne patted him on the shoulder and then walked past him onto the pitch.

Lukaku snapped out of his daze, his eyes revealing determination.

Even when his teammates are all top players, he can't fall behind.

The start of the match took place amidst smoke.

Gaia couldn't see the fans in the stands, nor did he know why they bought tickets to come and see them.

Playing football here is like playing live-action CS; there's no cover, just smoke screens.

Fortunately, flashbangs are not allowed in Ligue 1.

Otherwise, who could even see where the goal was? It would all be white light.

Boom!
dong dong! !
The drums beat in the stands, and the people of Ajaccio sang their own cheering songs with all their might.

The singing pierced through the smoke and reached the stadium.

Oh-oh-oh! AC Ajaccio!

The Corsican eagle soars high
Red and white are the colors that ignite our passion.

The fortress on the cliff never retreats!

Allez~~Allez~~Fight to the end!

Let the roar of victory echo through the mountains of Coty Stadium.

The players on the field could only hear the voices of the Ajaccio people; they couldn't hear a single shout from Bastia.

Ajaccio is very cunning.

They not only gave Bastia fifty tickets, but also arranged those fifty seats on the mountaintop diagonally opposite.

Both sides were lined with Ajaccio's die-hard fan clubs, with various flags and cheering props flying everywhere.

Even the stands in front of the Bastia were occupied by Ajaccio people.

They cornered Bastia tightly.

All around were the voices of Ajaccio, leaving Bastia no room to speak.

Seeing this scene, Modoso's face darkened. "Damn it, just wait until the next round in Bastia, I'll show you!"

In a derby, they can't be bothered with such petty tricks.

However, Modoso did not give up shouting.

Still, the resolute cry of Bastia rang out—"Fight, Bastia!"

drop!
Soon, through the smoke, the referee blew the whistle to start the match.

Ajaccio kicks off.

Facing Bastia, who are currently second in the standings, Ajaccio did not rush to attack.

Instead, they first stabilized the formation.

They knew that Bastia's attacking players were incredibly talented, and that they had to focus on improving their defense first.

Courtside.

Hagi Begic seemed relatively relaxed; he wasn't too worried about the match.

On the other hand, Ajaccio's coach, Dupont, never relaxed his brow from the moment he entered the stadium.

This veteran coach temporarily joined Ajaccio during the summer transfer window.

He had been unemployed for two months before this, and the last team he led was Brest.

The veteran coach began his coaching career in 1984, starting with Dunkirk.

He can be considered a legend among French coaches.

His coaching career was mostly spent coaching French teams, with only two breaks away from France to coach in the Middle East, specifically the Qatari national team and the UAE national team. It's perfectly understandable that he wanted to earn some retirement money.

The veteran coach has plenty of experience in both promotion and relegation battles.

This is why Ajaccio invited him, but currently, the veteran coach is under great pressure to avoid relegation.

The situation in Ajaccio has not been good these past two months.

It's different from what the higher-ups think.

Today, Ajaccio's management was in attendance, and they even extended a friendly invitation to Jerónimí and Chatham.

However, both Jerónimín and Chatham declined, citing their busy schedules.

Don't go out.

It's really busy.

Chatham wasn't even in Corsica; he was in London, England.

He had just treated a young couple to dinner.

"Hey, Dub, I think we're having a great chat. How about we go to Gama's shop and check out the Bastia broadcast? I think they should have Ligue 1 broadcasts here?"

Damian nodded.

Gama did not refuse. "Let's go, Mr. Chatham, our shop is not far ahead."

Although it's called "going to the store," it's actually the lounge at the back of the store.

The three of them sat on the sofa.

Chatham couldn't wait to turn on the TV and start looking for Ligue 1 broadcasts; Bastia was currently broadcasting one of the most popular Ligue 1 matches.

It's not hard to find.

"A brilliant pass from Gaião, but unfortunately Lukaku's legs were a bit weak tonight; he missed three chances."

Lukaku missed another opportunity as soon as he turned on the TV.

"Dieu!"

Chatham remarked, sitting down next to Damian, and introduced, "Tonight is a very important match for Bastia, the Corsican derby."

Chatham was talking about these things with Dib and Gama.

Damian, however, had all his attention on the television; he had already decided to take on the challenge.

Before Chatham came to him, he had already met with Wenger, who said he would give him the choice.

At the beginning of the season,
Darmian still had the idea of ​​playing for Arsenal, but as the game progressed, he realized that it would be difficult for him to get playing time in the short term if he stayed at Arsenal.

Wenger was aware of this, which is why he was willing to loan him out.

But we won't sell it.

Darmian had long been tempted by Giroud's repeated attempts to persuade him, especially after seeing Bastia's recent impressive performance, not only second in Ligue 1 but also showing promise in the Europa League.

The chances of advancing in the Europa League are very good.

So when Chatham approached him, Damian agreed.

"Gaio!! No! That's a foul! He deserves a red card!!"

Chamta watched the game with excitement, completely absorbed in it.

Damian has also put himself in the shoes of the Bastia players.

“Indeed, the foul was obvious, yet it only resulted in a yellow card. The studs were already on, and there was a foul,” Damian agreed.

Chatham slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Yeah, Gaio has been subjected to far too many brutal fouls this season."

As Damian looked at Gaio, who was lying on the ground clutching his leg, he thought of many Argentine stars, such as Maradona and Messi. They would also be treated like footballs when they were on the field.

"Merde! It has the word 'watch' on it! Are you trying to destroy Gaio?! Are you?! Look me in the eyes!!"

Rothen saw Gaio fall to the ground, and he also clearly saw the action of the opponent's number four, Fati.

He immediately grabbed the opponent's jersey collar and questioned him menacingly.

Fati knew she was in the wrong and didn't answer, but simply tried to push Rothen's hand away. But Rothen held on tightly.

Other Ajaccio players rushed over and shoved Rothen.

Angola and Joplin, among others, rushed forward, with Mane even colliding directly with the opposing striker, Eduardo.

The scene was in chaos.

Both teams were hurling insults and pushing each other.

"Fishermen! Go back to your harbor!"

"Go back to your sardine-selling place!"

"Want to fight?! I'm ready to fight to the bitter end! You've been our defeated foe since 1794!"

"Shhh!!"

Ajaccio fans booed incessantly and threw objects onto the pitch.

Another cloud of smoke rose up.

They hoped to disrupt Bastia's rhythm in this way.

In the past ten minutes or so, Bastia's attacking group has made it extremely difficult for Ajaccio's defense.

Therefore, the more chaotic things are at this time, the more advantageous it is for Ajaccio.

Gaio got up with the help of the team doctor.

"Oh shit!"

He cursed inwardly; the Ajaccio guys were using more dirty tricks to defend him than they touched the ball.

And they were all aimed at people, not the ball.

to be honest.

They knew they couldn't defend against them, so they let the ball pass but not their players.

Gaio looked somewhat displeased. Since the referee's actions in this game were rather blatant, he didn't mind using some of the streetball tricks he had learned in his previous life.

Gaio has always adhered to one principle: if you play cleanly with me, I will never play dirty; but if you want to play dirty, I will be even more ruthless than you.

"Are you okay?"

De Bruyne patted Gaio on the shoulder.

Gaio shook his head. "It's nothing."

The chaos on the field gradually subsided, and the referee pulled out two cards, but he didn't dare give them to Rothen.

Since Rothen gets a card, Fati, who is up against him, will inevitably have to take another card.

But Fati has already taken a card.

Therefore,
The referee issued two cards to the two strikers who were at odds, Mane and Eduardo.

This chaos was actually an explosion of pent-up frustration from the previous ten minutes or so.

Ajaccio's movements are indeed quite large.

As the captain, Gaio pressed his hands down on his teammates, signaling them to calm down.

But his eyes were interacting with his teammates.

They understood each other perfectly.

Before Gaio arrived, Bastia's playing style was that of the attackers.

Many French Ligue 1 teams are unwilling to play against them.

It's simply that they brought in new players this season, who have talent and have started playing a more technical style of football.

However, Rothen, Angula, and others have not forgotten about the physical flow.

Gaio was fouled by Fati, resulting in a free kick.

De Bruyne and Rothen stood in front of the ball.

Inside the penalty area,
The players on both sides were hugging and embracing, and then defender Pollard took the opportunity to tackle Angura.

Angula fell to the ground in an exaggerated manner and slapped Pollard across the face.

Ah!
The two screamed almost simultaneously.

The referee was under increasing pressure, and emotions were running high on both sides.

He is very particular about his ability to control the situation.

Sweat was pouring down my face.

Angula and Pollard both fell to the ground, one clutching his waist and the other his face.

After a slight hesitation, referee Pochettino promptly pulled out a yellow card.

It points to Pollard and Angula.

"Calm down! Calm down! Don't do that again, or I'll still give you a card!"

Poch's tone was firm.

However, the players on both sides were not having it. Ajaccio's goalkeeper, Ochoa from Mexico, shrugged at the referee, Pochettino.

"No, Pollard didn't pull him; they hit Pollard!"

in fact,

Ochoa, who transferred from Club América to Ajaccio last summer, felt that the intensity of Ligue 1 was not as high as that of Ligue 1.

It's not about physical strength or technical skill, but rather the intensity of the confrontation.

In the Mexican Super League, this level of competition wouldn't even require a whistle to be blown.

Poch remained firm in his ruling and reiterated to the players, "Calm down!!"

Then the whistle is blown to signal the start of the game.

This time, neither side caused any more trouble; the consecutive yellow cards had calmed them down a bit.

Pollard felt he had been taken advantage of; damn it, that slap to the face really hurt.

He felt like his nose was out of place.

Pollard didn't know that Angula used to fight in Muay Thai. If he did, he might thank Angula for not going all out.

Bang!
De Bruyne sent the ball into the penalty area, and players on both sides headed the ball, creating chaos.

In the midst of the back-and-forth movement, the ball came to Pollard's feet, and he launched a long ball towards midfield!
pity.

It got kicked.

The ball was high but not far; it was still on the edge of the penalty area. Lukaku pulled out to hold off the opponent, and as the ball fell, he threw himself up, intending to perform a bicycle kick.

However, he kicked the center-back Mejani, who quickly passed the ball out under pressure from Mane.

The ball was kicked out of the penalty area.

Outside the restricted area.

De Bruyne and Gaião both ran towards the landing point, and after receiving the ball, De Bruyne made a crossover run.

Gai cut inside from the center, and De Bruyne backheeled the ball back to Gai's feet. With this one cross, De Bruyne drew away two defenders for Gai.

The penalty area was packed with players, and Fati immediately moved in front of Gaio to intercept him.

Gaio dribbled the ball in front of him.

No unnecessary actions.

He kicked Fati, the defensive midfielder who had just fouled him multiple times!
Bang!
Gaio curled a huge arc with his left foot, and all the Ajaccio players looked at the ball.

Head straight for the far corner!

Ten cents!
Bang!
The football hit the underside of the crossbar and bounced into the net.

Ochoa reacted very quickly, but unfortunately his modeling was mediocre. He had guessed the direction correctly, but his hand was just a little short of reaching out.

We could only watch as the ball went into the net.

There was absolutely no way to help.

In the 19th minute, Gaio helped Bastia finally break the deadlock away from home.

Bastia is ahead!
"Bastia!!"

"Geo!"

In the moment when the Ajaccio fans were stunned, the roar of Modoso and others finally broke through the barriers and reached the stadium.

As Gaio scored, he rushed to the sidelines and pulled up the collar of his jersey on the side with the team logo with his left hand.

His right hand kept pointing at the team emblem.

They shouted towards the Ajaccio stands, where the noise was loudest, "Bastia, we are Bastia!!"

Shhh!
The Ajaccio fans booed in response, and Gaio put his hands behind his ears as if listening.

Shhh!!

The sound grew louder.

Gaio relishes seeing his opponents boo helplessly; their boos and anger are the greatest compliments he can receive.
(End of this chapter)