The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 314 Creating a Premier League Giant; Chelsea's Number 7 Jersey

Sure enough!

Upon hearing Pierre's reply, Gaio immediately realized that he had great potential!
It wasn't Dunn or the Ruben brothers who spearheaded this; rather, Saudi Arabia wanted to enter the Premier League but lacked the resources, so they turned to Dunn and the Ruben brothers, these two local bigwigs.

Isn't this my opportunity?

Gaio immediately told Pierre, "Express our position to the Saudis as soon as possible. Our advantage is something none of them have. No matter how a team is changed, the performance on the field is the most crucial and important thing! Look at how much money Manchester City spent to win the championship, and look at how much money PSG spent but still hasn't won the championship. I believe they understand this, otherwise they wouldn't have contacted us."

“Okay! I understand. What are our other needs?” Pierre was also very excited, but he didn’t forget to protect his own core interests.

Gaio thought for a moment and said, "No, we don't need to say too much. We just need to let them know that our goal is the same as theirs: to create a Premier League powerhouse. They will provide the rest."

"Ok!"

Gaio then went on to tell Pierre many details, including revealing some information to the Saudi side, not only about UEFA's Financial Fair Play regulations, but also about the upcoming Financial Fair Play regulations for the Premier League, and that Arsenal's acquisition was not feasible and that they needed to look for other more likely clubs, etc.

The two talked a lot.

Pierre was well aware that this was a major turning point in Gaio's career and a significant change for the Gaio family!
It is both an opportunity and a challenge.

Gaio has also become enthusiastic. If he was previously struggling with which team to join, he has now completely given up on that idea.

He wants to create a Premier League powerhouse himself!
After a brief analysis of the Premier League situation, he felt that Liverpool, Aston Villa, and Newcastle United were relatively suitable choices.

Liverpool nearly went bankrupt in 2010, but Fenway Sports Group of the United States stepped in to buy the team and clear its debts. In the past two years, it has been gradually recovering. It is difficult to buy now, but not as difficult as it is for Arsenal. It is just a matter of price.

Aston Villa was acquired by American Lerner in September 2006 for £62.6 million, and he has been in control ever since. However, due to his limited financial resources, Villa has been at risk of relegation year after year and has not even brought in any strong players. Lerner has run out of ideas and wants to sell the team.

Newcastle United, on the other hand, has been on the market for a long time. Owner Mike Ashley wants to sell the team every year, and fans keep telling him to sell the team and get out.

Furthermore, Liverpool, Birmingham, and Newcastle are all among the UK's eight core cities.

among them,

Birmingham, where Aston Villa is located, is the second largest city after London.

Liverpool is definitely the best option, but also the most difficult.

Aston Villa is the best option, a founding team of the English top flight, full of history but having fallen on hard times for many years.

The more Gaio thought about these things, the more passionate he became. He even couldn't resist the urge to talk to the Saudi officials himself, but he remained rational.

Everything was left to Pierre; Gaio and Pierre meant that everything was Pierre's own idea.

While Gaio was contemplating his future, he didn't even watch the Champions League.

Wait until he has thought everything through.

Only then did he have time to glance at the Champions League news.

He wasn't mistaken; the two semi-final matches had two brutal scores: Bayern Munich 4-0 Barcelona, ​​and Dortmund 4-1 Real Madrid.

The two Bundesliga giants defeated the so-called "cosmic-level" "Spanish Super League duo" with an 8-1 aggregate score, turning them into "Spanish Super League duo bears".

Various news reports are circulating.

Last night, the Allianz Arena in Munich was like a carefully prepared trap, where Bayern Munich completely buried Barcelona.

When the final whistle blew, the scoreboard displayed a number that astonished everyone—

4: 0.

This is not just a score; it's more like a declaration that an era has been brutally shaken.

Bayern Munich tore Barcelona apart in the Germanic way.

They knew how difficult it was to break through Barcelona's defense with short passes, so they opted for a high-ball, direct attack.

Both Müller's and Gomez's goals stemmed from ruthless headers.

When Robben, the Dutch wingman, began to repeatedly exploit the right flank with his speed, Barcelona's collapse was inevitable.

In the stands, some people might have thought of Bayern Munich's nickname, "Hollywood of Football," at that moment.

However, this night was not a drama of gossip, scandals, and palace intrigue, but a stunning blockbuster.

Bayern Munich is indeed quite formidable right now.

In the Champions League quarter-finals, they defeated Italian champions Juventus 4-0 on aggregate;

回到联赛，4：0击败纽伦堡，6：1击败汉诺威96；

On the 17th, they defeated Wolfsburg 6-1 in the German Cup to advance to the final.

Now, with another 4-0 victory over Barcelona, ​​they have one foot in the Champions League final.

Scoring a whopping 20 goals in four games, dominating every match!
Meanwhile, the other protagonist of the story, Messi, walks in another unfamiliar tale.

7409 meters—the shortest running distance of the entire match—portrays the silhouette of a genius bound by injuries and immense pressure.

Last night, the four-time Ballon d'Or winner was like a king who had lost his magic, struggling on the field. His silence directly revealed Barcelona's most serious problem - when Messi is in a slump, the whole team seems to have lost its soul.

The problems faced by Barcelona also reflect the current predicament of the Spanish national team.

The team's star strikers—Villa, Soldado, and Torres—were all out of form. It was winger Pedro who repeatedly helped the team solve problems!
"Peso" has scored 10 goals in this year's national team matches, making him the current top scorer for the Spanish national team!
Therefore, Spain had no choice but to come up with a "strikerless formation".

Barcelona and the Spanish national team share the same attacking system, but now they are facing the same problem.

The World Cup is next year, but Spain still has to think about who will play striker.

The score was 0-4.

This can be considered as equaling Barcelona's most painful memory in the Champions League.

but,

It's like a period at the end of a cycle, bringing an end to a glorious era of the "Dream Team III".

As the smoke cleared, a question arose:
An old myth ends this night; so, who will write the new chapter?
No one knows the answer.

Perhaps it's Bayern Munich?
Next season, Guardiola will take over Bayern Munich, and Bayern has already announced the signing of German international Mario Götze, personally selected by Guardiola, determined to maximize height and speed. It's hard to predict how strong Bayern will be next season.

Just 24 hours after Bayern Munich crushed the Barcelona dynasty 4-0, the German football storm swept across Europe.

Another steel-willed team, Borussia Dortmund, welcomed Real Madrid amidst the thunderous roar of the crowds lining the south wall of Westfalenstadion.

This is an epic story that belongs to one person.

Robert Lewandowski tore apart Real Madrid's defense four times!
Just eight minutes into the game, he slew past Pepe like a ghost and scored with a sliding shot.

After the break, the real show began: an elegant turn and shot, an audacious powerful shot from inside the box, and finally, he calmly slotted the penalty into the net.

Happy Fourth of Year!
He was the first player to score four goals against Real Madrid, and the first player to achieve a four-goal haul in the semi-finals.

In his presence, Pepe appeared clumsy and pathetic, becoming the most desperate backdrop in all the goal-scoring moments, with three goals scored right in front of him.

On the other side, Cristiano Ronaldo scored his 50th Champions League goal with a low shot, equaling the record held by the legendary Thierry Henry.

But the 1-4 scoreline hit Real Madrid like a ton of bricks, leaving the players dizzy and disoriented.

This year's Champions League semi-final match.

The suspense was already over in the first round.

Perhaps apart from the most die-hard Real Madrid and Barcelona fans, no one would believe that the two Spanish giants could still turn the tide.

After reading this information, Gaio's mind was filled with images of leading his team to challenge for the Champions League title. He eventually fell into a deep sleep.

the next day.

The excitement in London started earlier than usual, with many fans on the subway reading newspapers, savoring the Champions League night and quietly anticipating the Europa League night.

Unlike the Champions League, which features one match per night, tonight's Europa League matches will start together in two sessions.

As the only English club representing the nation in European competitions.

Chelsea is receiving a lot of attention.

night.

London, Fulham, outside Stamford Bridge Stadium.

The evening air was slightly cool, yet it was already tinged with a boiling blue.

The deep blue Chelsea jerseys flowed like a river from Fulham Broadway subway station, overflowing Stamford Bridge Road.

The song "Blue is the colour!" wafted from the crowded bar, mingling with the aroma of beer and the din of the crowd.

Street vendors were selling scarves and badges, and fans were enthusiastically discussing the starting lineup and Gai's threat.

At the entrance to the Matthew Harding Stand, die-hard fans pounded drums and sang, their shouts of "Carefree!" echoing through the air.

The stadium lights came on, like blue lighthouses.

As the team buses of both sides entered the stadium, countless fans poured into Stamford Bridge from the entrance.

The clamor surrounding Stamford Bridge gradually reached its peak.

The players from both sides proceeded as planned, changing their gear in the locker room before heading to the field to warm up.

Gaio walked step by step toward the players' tunnel. The closer he got to Stamford Bridge, the clearer the chants outside became.

“Blue is the colour, football is the game.
We're all together, and winning is our aim"

As the song played, Gaio walked onto the court.

Familiar sights come to mind: lush green grass under floodlights, and the familiar blue ocean of the stands.

The air was filled with the scent of grass and a long-lost hustle and bustle that belonged to this place.

My heart skipped a beat in the familiar rhythm.

He had never been here, but Gaio had.

In his memory, Gaio had fantasized countless times about running and celebrating here, wearing a blue battle robe.

The closest he ever came was sitting on this cold bench, so close yet feeling like an insurmountable chasm.

The stage of my dreams is so close, yet I've never truly stepped onto it.

And at this moment,
He visited the stadium wearing a white Bastia away jersey.

At the end of the passage, the entrance to dreams is no longer there, but the battlefield of rivals.

The whispers from the stands were no longer anticipation of his appearance; instead, there was a clamor directed at the away team, and perhaps even at him personally.

The sense of disconnect brought about by the identity shift is sharp and real.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the distinctive scent of Stamford Bridge.

The cold memories of the bench have transformed into the surging passion in his veins as his plans for the future become clearer.

He wanted everyone to see the brilliance of that once forgotten, sidelined genius!
"Let's go, warm up."

Suddenly, a pair of hands patted Gaio on the shoulder. Gaio turned his head and saw De Bruyne.

De Bruyne seemed to know that Gaio was lost in thought and brought him back to reality. At this moment, wasn't De Bruyne doing the same thing?
The two looked at each other.

Everyone knows what this match means.

In the stands.

Many Chelsea fans are aware that tonight's opponents have two and a half of their own players in their lineup.

They all looked over with scrutinizing eyes.

Among the crowd, Ilion sat, looking slightly nervous. He was nervous for Gaio, hoping that Gaio would perform well.

Hopefully, his performance will change Abramovich's mind.

Ilion couldn't help but look towards one of the boxes in the stands, a seat reserved exclusively for Abu.

only,
There's no sign of anyone yet.

Ilion tugged at his clothes; they were a little tight because he was wearing a jersey underneath his jacket.

That was the jersey Gaio wore when he was in Chelsea's youth team.

Chelsea U16 player number 7.

He imagined that if Gaio scored, he would take off his jacket and reveal the jersey that once shone in Chelsea's youth academy.

The warm-up time ended quickly.

The players from both sides returned to the locker room for final preparations.

Everyone in Bastia had a serious expression.

Haji Begitch was in the locker room, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

Although he was also nervous, he appeared incredibly calm to the players.

"Guys, you've all felt the roar of Stanford Bridge, very good. We've practiced the tactics countless times, so I won't go into details. Just make sure you defend well!"

Hagi Bejic looked at the defenders.

Van Dijk, Kanté, Angola, Damian and others nodded in agreement.

This match is a huge challenge for them.

Subsequently,

He then looked at Gaio and the others.

"Yang, Kevin, Romelu, you recognize yourselves at Stamford Bridge? Very well! Then let them get to know you again—get to know the warriors of Bastia! Get to know the blue and black Bastia insignia on your chests!"

At last,
Hagi Bejic clapped his hands loudly, "Chelsea is strong? So what! We've upset Atletico Madrid, Tottenham, Inter Milan, Stamford Bridge is just the next fortress to conquer!"

"bring it on,"

"For Bastia! For each other! For victory!"

Haji Begichi reached out his hand in the crowd.

All the Bastia players reached out and touched her, and then—

"Fight, Bastia!!"

(End of this chapter)