The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 103 So, what’s the next stop?

2-0!

With such a score and such a lead, Bastia's celebration drifted across the Cesari Stadium with the sea breeze.

Keep raising the big shouts!
"Champions! We are the champions!"

"It's been 44 years! It's been 44 years since we last won the French Ligue 2 title!"

The fans were so excited that they couldn't control themselves.

perhaps,

For some wealthy teams, if they are not top league champions or Champions League champions, they don’t care about it at all.

However, for a small team like Bastia, which was almost bankrupt and relegated due to penalty points, winning the French Ligue 2 championship is a great honor.

Enough to make the fans cheer until they are hoarse.

Butch listened to the cheers from the whole stadium, shook his head helplessly, and sat on the bench.

To be honest, he felt a little helpless that he had to become Bastia's opponent in such a crucial early championship match.

Who wants to be the background of the opponent?
Who wants to listen to the cheers of the opposing fans?
Moreover, Chateauroux almost entered the relegation zone this season, but had to watch Bastia celebrate their French Ligue 2 championship.

Butch found it hard to accept such disparity in the world.

drop!
As the referee blew the whistle, the players of Chatroulette continued to kick off, but their desire to attack was very lacking.

Even the players seem to be giving up.

They really can't beat Bastia. Last time at Chateauroux's home ground, they were easily defeated 2-0 by Bastia without Gaio. Not to mention that now Bastia has Gaio, the killer weapon!
After just over ten minutes, they were already two goals behind.

How do you kick this?

The players of Chateauroux felt extremely bitter, but they had to accept this reality - they would only become stepping stones for Bastia to win the championship.

This night belongs to Bastia.

It also belongs to Gaio.

Amidst cheers from the audience, in the 25th minute, Maolida scored and Gaio made a follow-up shot in front of the goal to score.

The moment the ball was scored, the players of Chatroulette lowered their heads even lower and did not communicate with each other.

Gaio rushed off the court.

After sliding to his knees, he stood up with open arms, embracing the cheers from the stands.

The blue flag is flying!

"Geo!"

Bastia fans roared loudly one after another, waving their arms excitedly, their faces flushed with excitement.

"It's completely over! Gaio scored twice and ended the game. The difference in strength between the two sides is too obvious. This is simply not a match of the same level."

Mbappé was so excited that he danced with joy when he heard the commentary of Ligue 2.

Alan Momeg also shouted, "Mon dieu! Gaio is really strong! Killian, I have to admit, your idol is really strong!"

"Of course! This is Gaio. I've seen too many of his games. Believe me, this is just the beginning of his career. His future isn't limited to Corsica, nor is it limited to France. He will become an idol for many more people, just like Zidane, Henry, and Ronaldo!"

Mbappé looked at Gaio, who was surrounded by his teammates and could not be found by the broadcast camera. The flush of excitement on his face had not yet subsided.

He was thinking, “So, what’s the next stop?”

Mbappe knows that Gaio will definitely leave Bastia, but what will be his next stop?

He would follow the newspapers and media's transfer rumors about Gaio every day, and he even asked Gaio about it.

Gaio didn't tell him, but the media did.

Paris Saint-Germain, Real Madrid, Arsenal, Juventus, Chelsea
Famous club names and figures waving banknotes kept appearing in Mbappé's mind.

He fantasized that one day he would be like Gaio, with European giants waving money to ask him to join them.

Will there be such a day?

Mbappe thought about it and put himself in the same situation as Gaio on the screen.

Is this what it feels like to be the center of attention?
"4-0!!"

"Geo's hat trick!!"

Outside the Cesari Stadium, Bertrand and some fans who did not buy tickets waited by old Bale's wine barrel. They brought a TV and watched the broadcast.

When the first half was about to end, Gaio used his dribbling skills on the wing to break through the defense of four absent-minded Chateauroux players.

Then he cut into the penalty area, but didn't even shoot when facing the goalkeeper.

He still used the change of center of gravity, and had to pass the goalkeeper before shooting, easily advancing the ball.

4-0!

At this moment, Bertrand smiled and looked up at the night sky of Bastia.

He seemed to see Jacques.

He is laughing.

They were both laughing.

The voice from the TV continued to blare, "Gio has scored another hat trick! This is the second hat trick of his career! And on such an important and memorable occasion as the championship night. I believe that for the Bastia fans, this night, this championship, will be unforgettable."

"Open the wine!!"

Bertrand roared with laughter.

Oops! !

"Old Bell!!"

Other fans around were shouting Bale's name.

Someone else said, "Bertrand, it's only the end of the first half."

Bertrand asked in return, "Do you think the team will lose?"

Others immediately refuted the person who asked the question.

"You're not thinking about the team at all. I'll punish you by making you drink less!"

"If this gets turned around, I'm going to jump off the harbor tomorrow!"

"I believe in Gaio!"

Bertrand stroked the wine barrel that carried the scent of age, and also the lines of words carved by Modosso:

"French Cup Champion, May 23, 1981"

"Old Bell's last drop of sweat"

"Restarted by Gaio after 31 years"

The blue paint flows through these lines of words like blood.

Bastia finally returned to Ligue 1.

locker room.

The Bastia players' unbridled laughter could be heard without any restraint, and the laughter even reached the visiting team's locker room not far away.

The players of Chatroulette listened to the laughter.

He smiled helplessly.

On the same grass, in the same space, they could only be bystanders, envying each other's joy.

Chatham hugged and celebrated with every staff member outside the Bastia locker room.

But he didn't enter the locker room.

He's not needed there.

He looked inside through the door frame and saw cheers, joy, and enthusiasm steaming in the air.

Hadji Begich saw Chatham.

Come out with a smile.

He gave Chatham a tight hug and said, "We have achieved our goal at the beginning of the season. But we are still halfway to success."

"Yes, halfway there," Chatham responded.

When separated.

The two smiled at each other again.

Then, Hajibegic said solemnly, "I have to apologize to you. I shouldn't have doubted your decision to bring in Gaio. Fortunately, I don't have the power to veto your decision!"

(End of this chapter)