The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 146 World Cup Qualifiers Group of Death

Triple Crown.

For the people of Bastia, this is a word they have never even thought of.

But the "Triple Crown" is present in the lives of every Bastia citizen today.

The champion's gene seems to be engraved on Bastia tonight.

Bastia, 42.70°N, 9.45°E, to Red Bull Arena, 40.74°N, 74.17°W.

Six thousand six hundred kilometers.

It is a distance that many people find difficult to cross in their lifetime.

But at this moment,
The people of Bastia in both places are closely connected in spirit.

"Kante!"

Kante, who came on as a substitute, made the Bastia fans like him. He ran at full speed again and again, and tightly entangled every Montpellier player who wanted to pass through his defense area.

Lukaku seems to really regard himself as Inzaghi.

De Bruyne passed the ball to him five times, three of which were offside.

as time flows.

Players on the bench, such as Gaio, couldn't help but stand up and wait on the sidelines with their teammates.

On the field.

After intercepting another Montpellier pass, Rothen raised his arms towards the stands.

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Every second,
The blood of Bastia fans is boiling with time.

Girard sat dejectedly in the coaching seat.

Not a word.

He knew that Montpellier would have little chance of winning the French Super Cup again.

Whether it is the Ligue 1 championship or the French Cup championship, they are out of reach.

This French Super Cup final is Montpellier's only chance in many years.

But, it’s gone.

drop! ! !
When the time stopped at 93 minutes, the referee's final whistle sounded.

boom!
Accompanied by the roar of fans in the stands.

The players on the bench rushed onto the field and hugged the players on the field.

"Bastia has won its first French Super Cup title! It's also the first time in the team's history that they have won the annual treble! The once-established Corsican powerhouse is returning to the attention of French fans.

Their captain, Gaio, who is only 17 years old, will lead this team with an average age of only 24 years old to set off a youth storm belonging to Bastia in the new French Ligue 1 season.

No one in Bastia cared about what the French broadcast commentary said.

No one watches TV anymore.

Everyone was immersed in celebration.

Sunset Cafe Bistro.

The fans have already started to cheer——

"The Treble! A fucking Treble! If someone had told me last year that Bastia could win the treble, I would have said, 'Fuck you, stop dreaming, getting promoted to Serie A is a big deal.'"

"Geo is so strong! I love Geo so much!!"

"Awesome! Triple Crown! Such a title will actually become Bastia's one day!"

Alcohol and vulgar language vented their inner excitement.

Bertrand laughed and echoed the fans, and when he happened to look down, he saw the closure notice out of the corner of his eye.

His smile widened.

Jacques only made wines that won the French Cup, but he wanted to make wines that won the Triple Crown.

This is a scene that Jacques probably only imagined when he was drunk.

now,

Reflected in reality.

The stands of the New York Red Bull Arena.

The Bastia expeditionary forces sang their celebration songs with abandon—

"Gaio, Gaio, invincible,
The ball flies and the net shakes

The Triple Crown is crowned, the God of Corsica descends
Bastia! Bastia! France is just a footnote.
Fight with you, Gaio, our king."

clap clap clap!
As Bastia celebrated, Henry stood up and applauded them, while Cahill, standing next to him, continued to praise Gaio throughout the game.

The same is true now. "Your French winger position has successors."

Henry smiled.

Yes, French football finally sees hope.

Blanc resolutely sacrificed his national team coaching career to force the renewal of the French national team.

Players including Nasri, Ben Arfa, Benzema, M'Vila and others were abandoned openly or secretly.

Blanco took all the blame on himself.

It provides a clear environment for those who come later.

On the night France was eliminated from the European Cup, Blanc announced that he would no longer be the head coach of the French team.

In the following two weeks, the French Football Association did not officially announce the new coach.

During this period, the media made various speculations and focused their attention on the last two people, Zidane and Deschamps.

finally.

After Deschamps resigned as head coach of Marseille, the French Football Association quickly announced that Deschamps would be the new head coach of the French national team.

His coaching contract is a 2+2 contract. He will coach France until the end of the 2014 Brazil World Cup. If his coaching results are good, his contract will be renewed for two years until the next European Cup to be held in France.

Deschamps' first game as coach was a friendly against Copa America champion Uruguay on August 7.

France will then embark on the World Cup qualifying journey.

France is in the same group as Spain, which just won the European Cup for the second time.

Only the group winner can directly advance to the Brazil World Cup finals.

The outside world has said that the French team has entered the "group of death".

But Henry doesn't think France will miss the World Cup.

Gaio is valued by a number of French football legends such as Zidane, Deschamps and Blanc.

Henry saw a limitless future in him.

With Gaio, France's offense will definitely not be bad!
"Geo!!"

The madness of the Bastia people at the scene made Henry smile continuously.

Ugh.

The more I smile, the more bitter I become.

Henry looked at Gaio, who was the center of attention, and all he could think of was his own image at the age of 20.

A young man as windy as the wind,

The same infinite future,

He has won almost every championship in his career, including the World Cup and European Cup for the national team, the league championship for the club, various cup competitions, and even the Champions League.

He has both.

but,

Why did he still feel so regretful when he saw Gaio and looked back?

"Gaio! Your statue will definitely be erected outside the Cesari Stadium, receiving cheers from all Bastia people! No matter where you are in the future, you will always be a legend of Bastia! Bastia will always open its doors for you!!"

Modoso yelled at Gaio, one of the players who were leaving the field, with all his might.

Even after a whole game, his voice was hoarse.

But when he saw Gaio, he still couldn't calm down.

The scenes of Gaio scoring goals were like a program written into his mind. As long as his brain was awake, those scenes would never disappear.

The only way to make him forget Gaio is to kill his brain.

As long as every moment of life,
He would cheer for Gaio and Bastia!
Amidst the mixed looks of envy, longing, relief, etc. from his teammates.

Gaio's heart was filled with emotion.

He kept taking deep breaths.

Looked up.

He patted the team logo on his chest and shouted to Modoso and the Ultras Bastia diehard fans behind him:

"I don't know if I still have the ability to bring a championship trophy to Bastia, but as long as I'm still on the field, I will shed my last drop of blood for Bastia!"

(End of this chapter)