The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 356 This family is without Gaodesan
The final whistle blew, and the score was 3-0.

After the celebration, the French players did not immediately return to the locker room, but instead lined up and walked side by side toward the blue away team stands.

There,

Thousands of French fans who traveled from afar have already turned this place into a sea of ​​revelry.

As the players approached, deafening cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

The players smiled and applauded towards the stands.

The fans roared in cheers.

But all the focus and all the passion ultimately converged on that young man wearing the number 10 jersey.

"Geo! Geo!!"

The unified shouts echoed through the night sky of Tbilisi.

This call was louder and more enduring than any other name, filled with unreserved passion and pride.

"Thank you, Yang! You are our pride!"

"Gaio, son of France!"

"Yang, take us to Brazil and win that damn championship!"

The atmosphere reached its peak when Gaio's teammates pushed him forward, and Gaio smiled as he walked alone down to the stands.

He looked up at the faces that were going crazy because of him, and a warm and sincere smile appeared on his face.

"thank you all!"

He clapped his hands vigorously, then placed them on his chest and bowed deeply to the fans.

This action elicited even louder screams.

A fan threw down a French flag, which Gaio caught and draped over himself, eliciting another thunderous cheer.

At this moment, words are inadequate.

Those shouts, those excited faces, those selfless outstretched hands—all spoke of the same emotion: absolute trust, heartfelt admiration, and an overwhelming sense of national pride born from him.

For these French fans traveling to France, Gaião is not just a guarantee of goals; he is a symbol, a symbol that makes everyone believe that a glorious future for French football is within reach.

They expressed their highest respect for this young leader in the most direct and enthusiastic way.

The audience acknowledgments lasted for quite some time.

As the players finally waved goodbye and headed towards the tunnel, the songs from the stands continued to resound—a hymn to their heroes.

Gaio walked at the back, turned back to look at the blue ocean one last time, and waved vigorously.

It was in the shadows at the entrance to the stadium tunnel.

Young caddie Hervica Kvalatskhria witnessed it all.

He looked at the French fans who were shouting wildly, at the almost worshipful light in their eyes, and at Gaio's calm and steady waving amidst the cheers of the crowd.

A burning desire surged within him—one day, he too would have Georgian fans cheering for him like that!

The thought spread like wildfire, causing him to unconsciously clench his fists.

His eyes followed the blue figure number 10—Gaio—with unwavering focus.

As Gaio walked step by step toward the passage.

Kvalatskhya's heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost bursting out.

He kept thinking about how to strike up a conversation with Gaio again, trying to figure out what tone and words to use.

Meanwhile, Gaio was walking and chatting with his teammates, preparing to return to the locker room.

He seemed to feel that burning gaze, and subconsciously turned his head, just in time to see the slightly thin Georgian boy he had met once when he entered.

The light in the boy's eyes, a mixture of extreme tension, admiration, and longing, made Gaio stop in his tracks.

He smiled at Kvalatskhya and walked over to her.

Kvalatskhya felt like he was about to stop breathing.

He watched his idol approach, his tall figure looming over him, carrying a scent mixed with sweat and grass clippings.

Gaio bent down and asked gently in English, "Hey kid, how's work today?"

Kvalatskhya was so excited he couldn't speak, he just nodded vigorously, his face flushed red.

All the thoughts that had just crossed my mind were forgotten.

Just hearing Gaio speak to him made his mind go blank!
Gaio was amused by his appearance.

He straightened up, without any hesitation, grabbed the hem of his jersey with both hands, and deftly pulled it up.

He handed the blue number 10 French national team jersey, still warm from his body and sweat, to Kvalatschlia.

"This is for you," Gaio said calmly.

Kvalatskhria could hardly believe his eyes!

He instinctively reached out with trembling hands, carefully cradling the jersey as if receiving a sacred object.

The fabric still retained warmth, all of which made him feel dizzy with happiness.

He suddenly remembered that his companion had said he wanted an autograph.

"Could you please sign your name?" Kvalatskhya asked, mustering his courage in heavily accented, halting English.

At the same time, he frantically tried to find a pen.

Gaio smiled and gestured to the staff on the sidelines.

Soon, a marker was handed over.

Gueho took the pen and smoothly signed his name below the jersey number—Yann Gueho.

After writing, he didn't immediately return the pen. Instead, he looked into the boy's eyes and added an extra sentence below: "Play well. Maybe we'll meet again on the field someday."

Seeing Gaio's words was like a thunderclap in Kvalatskhya's heart.

He completely forgot that he also needed to sign autographs for his companions.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Gaio.

The idol's eyes held no perfunctory attitude, but rather encouragement and expectations for the younger generation.

"I will! I definitely will!!" Kvalatskhya shouted with all his might, and at that moment, tears finally welled up in his eyes.

Gaio smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then turned around and prepared to walk towards the locker room with his waiting teammates.

However, Gaio suddenly stopped.

He turned and looked at the thin Georgian boy again, asking, "Hey, I don't know your name yet."

Kvalatskhlia was taken aback.

He instinctively shouted, "Hevča! Hevča Kvalatskhya!"

"Hevichakvaratskhya?"

Gaio repeated the somewhat tongue-twisting name, with a barely perceptible pause in his tone.

His gaze returned to the thin Georgian boy's face, a smile spreading across his face. He didn't say much, but simply repeated, "I'll remember your name. Play well, and maybe we'll meet again on the field someday."

Listen to what Gaio has to say.

Kvalatskhria nodded fiercely. He stood there, clutching the precious jersey tightly, tears dripping onto it.

As he gazed in the direction where Gaio had disappeared, the mountain in his heart called "idol" seemed to grow even more majestic!
tonight,

He gained more than just a jersey and an autograph; he gained a spark that ignited a flame called "dream".

That boy, who, as a child, would carefully wrap every sharp corner of the iron gate with a pre-ripened apple to prevent his beloved football from being pierced by the sharp decorations on the gate.

Holding this blue jersey tightly at this moment, it's as if I'm embracing the entire future.

As Gaio walked toward the locker room, he chatted briefly with his teammates.

He was recalling the caddie from earlier.

If it's not just a coincidence of names, then fate is truly wondrous.

Yes, the endless falling leaves rustle down, Kvalatskhya.
Gaio was the last to return to the locker room.

I saw him come in.

"Yang! Your penalty kick was absolutely amazing!" Giroud grabbed Gaio, who had just entered the goal, and shouted in his booming voice, "But I can't watch your penalties too much. I have a heart condition, and every single one of them went into the corner. I almost thought you were going to miss!"

Gaio laughed and said, "It's okay, you can create more penalties in the penalty area, and I'll take them a few more times, then you won't be afraid."

Hahaha!
This remark drew laughter, and Gaio even praised Giroud, giving him a thumbs up and saying, "Your cross in the first half was pretty good, but..."

Gaio looked at Giru with a wicked grin.

Giroud instantly knew what he was going to say, "Hey! Don't mention the kick that sent me flying!"

Giroud pretended to be annoyed and held his head in his hands, which made everyone burst into laughter.

In the corner, Ribery, while applying an ice pack to his knee, grinned and looked over: "Kid, you played well today, but next time when I make a run, you can pass the ball a little earlier, or I'll be offside."

He extended his index finger and thumb to indicate a tiny distance.

"Did you hear that, Yang? Scarface is starting to teach you a lesson!" Valbuena laughed and egged him on. He was shirtless, showing off his well-defined muscles, and fixing his hair in front of the mirror.

Ngorongoro Kanté sat quietly in his seat, fully dressed, with a shy smile on his face, watching his teammates joke around.

When Gaio looked at him, he raised his hand and silently gave a thumbs up.

“Yang, you really outplayed the Georgian defenders today,” Matuidi said while tying his shoelaces. “I saw their eyes were practically popping out of their heads when they came off the field.”

Rafael Varane picked up the conversation, his tone serious like a defender: "Indeed, your changes in rhythm made them completely unable to keep up. However, they were obviously more aggressive in the second half. Luckily you weren't there. In the future, when you encounter this situation, you need to learn to pass the ball earlier. Protecting yourself is the most important thing."

Gaio nodded. "Yes, I know what I'm doing."

The noise was deafening, with laughter and playful shouts filling the air.

Sitting on a bench in the corner, the veteran captain Evra adjusted his shin guards while quietly watching the group of energetic young people in front of him.

A faint smile played on his lips, but his eyes revealed a complex mix of emotions.

There was a time when the French team's locker room was a completely different place.

The tournament boasted a star-studded lineup, yet the teams fought their own battles, resulting in numerous factions. The internal strife during the 2010 South Africa World Cup became a laughing stock in the global football world.

Back then, the blue jerseys seemed to carry too much personal ambition and locker room politics, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

And now.
Evra's gaze involuntarily fell on Gaio, who was surrounded by his teammates.

This 18-year-old boy has unknowingly become the true core that unites this team.

He doesn't act superior. Giroud can ruffle his hair, Pogba can joke and play with him, and even an older brother like Ribery is willing to patiently guide him.

The young players naturally surrounded him, treating him like a brother.

Evra thought to himself, "Maybe this is what this kid always talks about as 'brotherly football'..."

There is no so-called authority or status suppression, but rather a centripetal force naturally formed by talent and personal charisma, making everyone willing to fight for each other.

Only teams like this have real fighting power and a future.

As a veteran who has experienced the darkest times, he understands the value of this unity better than anyone else.

He cleared his throat and, with a teasing tone, raised his voice toward Gaio: "Hey, Yang! When you go back to England next weekend and play against us at Anfield, you better watch your step! My old bones probably can't withstand a few of your attacks."

In the Manchester derby, if Moyes still starts Evra, then Evra will directly match up against Gaio.

The locker room erupted in even louder laughter.

Giroud was the first to chime in with a loud laugh, slapping his thigh: "Patrice! That's the Manchester derby! We Arsenal players are all looking forward to watching the spectacle! You better hold on!"

Pogba, always eager for chaos, chimed in: "Patrice, need me to teach you a couple of tricks on how to defend against Yang? Though they probably won't be very effective! Haha!"

Ribery, however, seemed to have seen through everything, shaking his head with a smile: "Yang, don't really make our old captain dizzy."

Gaio, feeling a little embarrassed by everyone's comments, smiled and waved his hand, "Don't worry, Patrice, I'll definitely try my best to save you face."

This is of course a joke.

His words drew another round of laughter.

Evra looked at his teammates, who were joking around but clearly had a close bond, smiled, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Clubs are clubs, and national teams are national teams.

But at this moment, in this locker room, they share only one identity—brothers fighting for the French team.

Having a core player like Gaio is undoubtedly the team's greatest fortune.

At that moment, head coach Deschamps pushed open the door and clapped his hands: "Alright, lads, stop talking about your club rivalries. Now, we are the French team. Pack your things, and after the press conference, we'll go straight to the airport. Now you can enjoy the victory, but don't forget, there's another match waiting for us in a few days."

A chorus of "Understood, boss!" echoed in the locker room, the atmosphere remaining lively.

Evra stood up, took one last look at the joyful scene, and felt a surge of anticipation.

Perhaps his last dance with the national team will still have some dazzling brilliance?

At the post-match press conference in France.

Deschamps also directly addressed questions from reporters regarding "Gai'o dependency" and "the French team can't score without Gai'o."

Deschamps's brilliance even carries an undeniable rhetorical question: "Dependence? No, I call it 'wise core tactics'."

Let me make this clear: When we have a player like Young, who can score five goals in two Premier League games at the age of 18 and can decide the course of a game with his individual ability, it would be the biggest dereliction of duty for a coach not to make him the core of the tactics!

Isn't giving the ball to the team's strongest, most efficient, and most opportunity-creating player the most direct and effective tactic?

This in itself is a clear tactical approach.

Why should we avoid this point?
Does passing the ball to a less threatening player constitute 'tactical brilliance'? That's absurd!

At this point, Deschamps' words were still somewhat harsh, but he quickly composed himself.

He continued, "Yes, our attack will revolve around Young because he has the ability and deserves this trust. His dribbling, passing, and shooting are the foundation of our attack."

But this does not mean that other players are unimportant.

Everyone is part of the system.

Together they formed an attack group with Yang as the spearhead.

Our goal is not to please those who talk about 'addiction,' but to win the game, to win the championship.

Therefore, we will not hesitate to leverage our greatest strength – that is, Jan Gaio.

If someone calls it 'dependence', then I would say: Yes, we depend on his talent and are proud of it, because that's how modern football wins.

Think about it, why were we able to win the World Cup in 1998?
It is precisely because Coach Jacquet is unwavering in building the team around Zidane!

Wasn't Italy in 2006 the perfect place to showcase Pirlo's talent?

When you have players like Maradona, Pelé, Cristiano Ronaldo, and Messi, any rational coach will not hesitate to tip the tactical scales in their favor! This is common sense in football, and it's the rule of victory!

To me, Yang is that kind of player; he possesses that innate, decisive talent that can instantly elevate a team to a whole new level.

Deschamps' words were very firm.

It has a certain "I'm relying on Gaio, so what?!" kind of bravado.

His remarks have also sparked numerous comments within France.

They are basically divided into three factions.

Support, oppose, or remain neutral.

L'Équipe wrote, "Deschamps has finally said what we've been waiting for!"

Faced with outdated accusations of 'dependency syndrome,' his response was forceful and resolute, demonstrating the courage and vision expected of a champion coach.

The essence of football is to give the ball to the person who can best solve the problem.

Having a talent like Gaio but not maximizing his potential is irresponsible towards the national team.

History tells us that building a team around a superstar is a shortcut to winning honors.

This young French team needs a figurehead, and Gaio is the answer.

Deschamps' clear statement has pointed the way for the team, marking a crucial step towards the revival of French football.

Le Parisien expressed its doubts: "Deschamps' confidence is admirable, but is he too optimistic? Putting the entire team's attacking lifeline on an 18-year-old is undoubtedly a gamble."

Yes, Gaião is phenomenal right now, but the world of football is full of variables: injuries, fluctuations in form, and opponents' targeted attacks.
Do we have a reliable Plan B if Gaio is restricted?

Deschamps mentioned Zidane in 1998, but let's not forget that the French team had the most solid defense in the world back then.

The team's defense is far from what it used to be.

Overemphasizing a single core player may stifle the growth of other attackers and leave the team lacking adaptability in adversity.

We hope Deschamps is right, but it's undoubtedly a high-risk choice.

Of course, there are also centrists.

France Football wrote, "Deschamps' statement boils down to one word: winning."

His philosophy is very pragmatic—since I have the best weapon, why not use it?
The "dependency" or "core mentality" debated by the media and fans is, in the coach's view, simply a matter of different means to achieve victory.

Deschamps' job is to win games, not to please aesthetic critics.

His statement stabilized morale and clarified the core tactics, which helped reduce ambiguity in the locker room.

The real test lies in whether he can successfully build a balanced system that allows other players to play to their strengths while sticking to Gaio as the core, and ensures that the team can still function when Gaio is unable to play.

It's too early to draw conclusions; results will be the sole criterion for judgment.

Media outlets around the world seem to share a common trait: they are the only ones who are truly sober while everyone else is drunk.

They feel they have to report on some so-called "thoughts" to show that they are different.

The fans, on the other hand, are much more straightforward.

On French social media, many people commented on Deschamps' previous criticisms by these media outlets and his current response.

"What do you mean by dependence? Reporters just love to worry about things that don't matter! As long as we win, that's all that matters! 3-0! Clean and decisive!"

I'm just asking you guys, isn't it fun watching Gaio play?
tactics?

Giving the ball to Gaio is the best tactic!

I used to watch football with bated breath, but now I feel completely at ease! I support Deschamps; whoever leads their team to victory is a good coach!

"Are those people analyzing 'Plan B' feeling uneasy after winning? We have Gaio now, it's like having a cheat code in a game! It's stupid not to use a cheat code! We'll support him to the end! I've watched basketball for decades, and the principle is simple: winning is the 1, everything else is a 0. Without the 1, even the most brilliant tactics are useless. Gaio is that '1,' we must support him!"

"Stop with the fluff! What we need is a hero who can lead us to victory, and Gaio is that hero! No matter how much the reporters talk, it won't change the fact that we got the three points!"

These disturbances did not affect Gaio.

After resting overnight in Tbilisi, the French team's chartered plane landed at Minsk International Airport, the capital of Belarus, the following morning.

Deschamps has chosen the most pragmatic path for the team.

Instead of returning to France, they flew directly to Belarus, the location of their next away game, to rest and prepare in Minsk.

This will minimize the players' long-distance travel and allow the whole team to be in better condition for the game.

Gaio actually quite liked this arrangement.

As the team bus entered Minsk, a completely different urban atmosphere from Tbilisi immediately came into view.

In September, the sky in Minsk is a clear, high blue, and sunlight filters through the sycamore leaves that are beginning to turn yellow, casting dappled shadows on the wide, clean streets.

The city is situated on the banks of the Svisloch River, with flat terrain, open views, magnificent Stalinist architecture, vast parks and green spaces, and tranquil lakes.

The city has a tranquil, orderly, and even slightly aloof atmosphere, which contrasts sharply with the vibrant energy of the Caucasus region.

As for football, in Belarus it's more of a popular sport than a fanatical national faith.

The level and popularity of the Belarusian domestic league are limited, with the most famous team being BATE Borisov, which is the flag bearer of Belarusian football.

Overall, football receives far less attention here than winter sports like ice hockey.

The national team's performance has consistently hovered between the second and third tiers in Europe, which makes the football atmosphere in Minsk relatively bland and doesn't bring the same away pressure to the French team as it does in Tbilisi.

The French team is staying at a hotel in the center of Minsk, next to the scenic Victory Park.

Deschamps specifically rented a well-equipped, closed training base in the suburbs for the team to ensure that preparations would not be disturbed.

Here, there is no overwhelming hostility, nor a swarm of media.

After training, players can even wear hats and take a walk along the quiet riverbank or jog in one of the many parks to recover.

This somewhat isolated environment provided a rare opportunity for the French team to rest after a fierce away game.

This also applies to the players.

The long league season, the intensive national team matches, and the constant travel, training, matches, and media exposure will inevitably take a toll on the players' physical and mental well-being.

That omnipresent attention and pressure is like a taut string.

In Minsk, however, this tension can be eased a little.

Training is scheduled for the morning, with moderate intensity, focusing on tactical drills and physical recovery.

in the afternoon,

Deschamps gave the players limited free time.

There were no hordes of media waiting outside the hotel, nor were there any enthusiastic fans chasing after autographs.

The city, with its unique tranquility, welcomed these temporary visitors.

In such a comfortable environment, time flies.

9 month 10 number.

At seven o'clock in the evening.

The Dinamo Stadium in Minsk, a stadium destroyed and rebuilt during World War II, welcomed more than 30,000 fans tonight.

Although Belarus has never qualified for the European Championship or the World Cup finals since its independence, it has never even qualified for the playoffs.

They're definitely just there to make up the numbers.

but,

The fans remained incredibly enthusiastic, continuously singing cheering songs, creating a thunderous roar!
On the field.

The players from both sides stood in the center circle, and as soon as 7 o'clock struck, the referee quickly blew the whistle to start the game.

drop! ! !
The game officially begins!
Perhaps due to the comfort of life in Minsk, or perhaps due to the potential complacency brought about by the strength of their opponents, the French team did not demonstrate the powerful dominance expected from the first minute.

Conversely, the match began at a somewhat dull pace, while the home team, Belarus, played more aggressively and proactively.

Belarus kicked off first, but they were not intimidated and tried to stabilize their position through simple passing.

France didn't launch their first threatening attack until the 4th minute.

Gaio delivered a precise through ball down the wing, instantly tearing apart the Belarusian defense.

Valbuena understood immediately and swiftly thrust forward to create a one-on-one attack!

However, the linesman raised his flag high – offside!
In the 8th minute, the French team launched another attack.

After combining with his teammates on the right wing, Valbuena passed the ball back to Giroud at the edge of the penalty area.

Giroud controlled the ball, took a step to adjust, and unleashed a powerful right-footed shot!
The football whistled past the right post, giving the home fans a scare.

However, the Belarusian team immediately retaliated, demonstrating their counter-attacking ability.

Just after Giroud's shot went wide, the Belarusian goalkeeper quickly took a goal kick, and through a few simple and quick passes, Hleb swiftly advanced the ball into the attacking third.

During the counter-attack, the ball was passed to Baranovic, who made a run down the right flank. He got a chance at the right corner of the six-yard box and unleashed a powerful shot from a tight angle!

Unfortunately, the ball veered past the goal and went wide of the far corner.

This swift counterattack was executed brilliantly.

The French team escaped a close call.

However, the balance of the game was still broken in the 22nd minute.

Belarus has a corner kick opportunity on the right side.

Karachev took the kick, and the ball flew in an arc towards the penalty spot.

France's defense made a marking error during this set piece, and center-back Felipe Pinko, unmarked, calmly jumped and unleashed a powerful header from just 7 meters out!

The ball was extremely fast, at a tricky angle, and flew straight into the net!
Lorry was powerless to help!

1-0!

Dynamo Stadium erupted in cheers!

Belarus has surprisingly taken the lead!
Deschamps was furious on the sidelines, waving his arms and roaring, extremely dissatisfied with this basic set-piece defensive error.

He was even more dissatisfied with the team's overall performance!
Too loose!
The French fans who had traveled a long way frowned deeply after watching the first twenty minutes of the match.

Too ugly.

At this moment, the TF1 commentator also said through the broadcast, "We must admit that this was a low-level, completely avoidable goal!"

Look at this corner kick defense; there was a clear marking error in our penalty area! Felipenko was almost completely unmarked when he jumped!
Such a lax defense is absolutely unacceptable in such a crucial World Cup qualifier away game!
But this goal conceded may just be a microcosm of the past twenty minutes of the game.

Frankly speaking, apart from Gaio's brilliant through ball early in the game that gave Valbuena an offside one-on-one opportunity, we played too casually in attack, lacking intensity and purpose!
Our passing accuracy was abysmal, our midfield was completely out of control, and Valbuena and Matuidi struggled to get the ball smoothly into the attacking third.

The most obvious problem is that we completely cut off the connection with Gaio. Most of the time, he could only drop back to the center circle or even deeper to barely receive the ball, and once he got the ball, he would immediately be surrounded by two or three defenders.

We failed to effectively utilize his strongest point of attack!
Deschamps must make adjustments immediately. He needs to give clear instructions to the midfielders: 'Do everything you can to get the ball to Gaio!' We need to increase our off-the-ball movement and support, and we need to get through the midfield faster and more accurately.

Let Gaio get the ball in the opponent's 30-meter zone, in dangerous positions, instead of repeatedly putting him in midfield scrambles.

Nevertheless, we can still see that in Gaio's limited, and even somewhat difficult, opportunities to have the ball, he still demonstrates an absolute threat and the ability to change the game.

On the field.

Gaio clapped and shouted to his teammates, "Run! Press! Press!!"

Giroud and the others nodded; things had indeed been a bit more relaxed for the past few days.

The moment the ball kicked off from the center circle, the entire French team's expressions changed.

The previous laxity vanished almost instantly, replaced by fierce pressing and desperate running.

The pace of the attack immediately quickened!

The pressure was immediately put on the Belarusian restricted area.

With his teammates making runs and cuts, Gaio played much more comfortably, and he remained the biggest threat on the right flank.

He kicked the ball into the penalty area again.

Giroud heads the ball into the goal.

The goalkeeper made the save, and then the French team regained control of the ball and continued to organize their attack.

France's attacks came wave after wave, giving their opponents no chance to breathe.

When the Belarusian team occasionally intercepted the ball and tried to organize an attack, they found themselves surrounded by blue figures.

With passing lanes completely cut off, the French midfield trio of Valbuena, Kanté, and Matuidi completely controlled the midfield.

This configuration might not be very creative in passing, but it excels in interception.

Amid this blue storm, Belarus's only star, Alexander Hleb, appears to be struggling particularly.

He played as a lone striker in this match.

The camera repeatedly focused on him, his blond hair soaked with sweat, but this former technical master now struggled even to turn around.

A typical scene is Hleb receiving the ball, and Kanté rushes in, blocking him with his body.

Hleb tried to change direction, but his legs couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and Kanté easily intercepted the ball.

He could only watch helplessly as the French team launched another attack.

This 33-year-old veteran walked with heavy steps and his eyes were full of helplessness.

He can occasionally deliver a good pass, but more often than not, he loses possession of the ball amidst the presence of young and strong French midfielders.

The "Belarusian magician" who once danced gracefully at Arsenal can no longer even protect the ball under the relentless attacks of Matuidi and Kante.

soon.

Gaio received the pass on the right wing.

Belarus's Viktorov immediately moved forward to provide close marking.

Instead of forcing a breakthrough, Gaio first used a change of rhythm to deceive Vikostov's center of gravity, then gently touched the ball forward and accelerated!
Viktorov hurriedly turned around to chase after him, but he was left behind in the first step.

at this time,

Bordachev and Dragon, who were there to provide backup, quickly closed in, forming a pincer movement.

Seeing himself surrounded, Gaio cleverly poked the ball through the gaps in the crowd with the outside of his right foot in a very tight space, and the ball was accurately passed to Sagna, who was making a high-speed run from behind.

Sagna understood perfectly and, without stopping the ball, sent a through pass directly into the open space ahead.

The moment Sagna passed the ball, Gaio, like a blue lightning bolt, instantly sprang into action, breaking free from the encirclement of three defenders and plunging straight into the penalty area!
His explosive power was on full display at that moment, leaving the entire Belarusian defense line behind him.

At this moment, chaos reigned inside the restricted area.

Giroud in the middle and Ribery at the far post were both making full-speed runs forward, raising their hands to call for the ball.

The Belarusian goalkeeper's attention was also drawn to the central attacking point, and his center of gravity shifted slightly towards the center of the goal.

Just when everyone thought Gaio would pass across to the middle to assist his teammates—

Unexpectedly, Gaio swung his left leg and unleashed a powerful shot!
A straight shot to the near corner!

The Belarusian goalkeeper was completely fooled by that shot! By the time he tried to move towards the near post to make a save, it was too late!

The football nestled close to the inside of the near post and into the net!

1-1!

Gai scored the equalizer!
Instead of immediately sprinting to celebrate, Gaio pointed to Sagna, who had delivered the crucial through ball to him, a bright smile spreading across his face, and shouted, "Beautiful pass, Bakari!"

Sania laughed and waved to him.

Then, Gaio turned around and rushed towards the corner flag area in front of the away team's stands.

He faced the blue ocean once more, opened his arms, and waved his hands vigorously in response to the thunderous cheers of the fans.

Teammates rushed excitedly from all directions. Giroud rushed up, laughing, and jumped up from behind to hug Giroud's neck. Amid the jubilation, Giroud quickly suppressed his smile.

As he responded to his teammates' hugs, he raised his voice, his clear and firm tone drowning out the noise: "Alright, brothers! Focus! Get focused! The game has only just begun! Let's give it our all and win this game soon!"

"it is good!"

"We must take this! Focus!"

Meanwhile, after a series of "buuuuut"s, the TF1 commentator exclaimed again, "It's him again! It's Gaio again! When the team needs someone to step up the most, it's always him!"

This family will really fall apart without him!

We must admit that Deschamps was absolutely right. When you have a player who can single-handedly change the game, it would be the biggest mistake not to treat him as the absolute core!

Look at this play. When the team was in a deadlock or even conceded a goal, who stepped up?

It will always be Gaio!
What is 'addiction'?
This is not a problem at all!
Having a superstar player is a tactical advantage in itself!
Look at those great teams, which one didn't build its team around its core players?
The current French team can try all sorts of things in attack, but the most reliable player who can truly deliver the decisive blow and turn chances into goals is Gaio!
this is the truth!
Deschamps' insistence was absolutely correct—giving the ball to Gaio was the best tactic! He is the beacon and the answer for this French team!

And the ball went in.

This also put Deschamps at ease on the sidelines.

At that moment, he also remembered what the media had said.

The media just loves to stir up trouble. If Gaio hadn't scored, they would have come out and started complaining about the poor performance and the unpleasant atmosphere.

Anyway, the mouth is just two pieces of skin, and words come out as soon as it opens and closes, without any responsibility.

As the players finished celebrating and walked towards the center circle.

Deschamps yelled at the players, "Keep it up! Keep pressing!!"

And next to him was Kondratiev.

He seemed somewhat helpless.

That's the power of a superstar. The media questioned Deschamps, but as the head coach, he was incredibly envious of Deschamps.

Who wouldn't want a player like Gay who can decide a game for them?
If Belarus had a Gaio, would they have had such a difficult time fighting?

(End of this chapter)