The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 79 The Beginning of a Legend! [Rewards for Extra Updates]

5-0! !
Before the game started, no one would have expected the score to be like this.

Hagibegic was grinning from ear to ear as they once again had a five-goal lead in the league.

Now the team's fighting power is getting stronger and stronger.

This is of course directly related to Gaio's increasing understanding with the team.

In this game, Gaio was simply attacking from the right, making it difficult for Laval's players.

Hajibegic couldn't help but think of those guys who questioned Gaio's slow speed. How fast can the players in Ligue 2 be?

In the face of Gaio's extreme dribbling ability, the defense is as weak as tofu.

Besides, Gaio is not the type of player who can only play counterattacks and catch frisbees.

"Geo!!"

At the Thessaly Stadium, Gaio's name became the only voice.

It's not just Hajibegic.

Chatham, Pierre and others were so excited about fainting after watching Gaio's performance.

Gaio was surrounded by his teammates and received cheers and worship from the North Stand.

He was like the king of Thessaly.

Chatham couldn't help but sigh, "If only the team had money."

Pierre looked at him.

Chatham shook his head bitterly. "If we had money, Gaio wouldn't have to leave. We could have brought in more powerful players, we could have challenged for the Ligue 1 title, and we could have played in European competitions like we did all those years ago. Unfortunately, we can't. The team has already done its best to get into Ligue 1."

Pierre said nothing, but patted Chatham's shoulder to comfort him.

Chatham quickly composed himself. He looked towards the field and said with a smile, "I don't want Gaio to leave, but I don't want him to stay here forever. He should soar like an eagle."

"Thank you." Pierre thanked him sincerely, "If you hadn't chosen to give him a chance, perhaps none of this would have happened today."

"No, he worked hard to regain his former talent."

drop! !

The first half of the game ended while they were chatting.

The score is temporarily fixed at 5-0.

The players of Laval were listless at this time and they didn't know how to deal with this score.

A small number of away team fans also pouted, finding it hard to accept.

How did it get pierced?

Bastia fans continued to sing, and even during the half-time break, there were still many fans cheering.

In the Sunset Cafe, Bertrand and his staff had already carried the seventh drunkard into the lounge.

The game was so exciting that they drank one sip after another. Before the half was over, they had consumed more than they usually drank in the whole night.

"call!"

After putting the man down, Bertrand breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help thinking that it was a good thing he didn't continue the promotion of discounts on Gaio's goals.

Otherwise, the pub wouldn’t be able to accommodate so many people!

Walking back to the bar, Bertrand muttered to himself, "Gaio is really amazing."

In the Bastia dressing room, Rothen shouted - "Who scored the first goal!"

"Geo!" The other players echoed loudly.

"Who's got a hat trick?"

"Geo!"

"Who will be the MVP of this game!" "Geo!!"

clap clap clap!
All the teammates applauded Gio with bright smiles, which made Gio feel a little embarrassed.

"Haha, our talented striker is shy!" Rothen jumped down from the bench in the locker room, put his arm around Gaio's shoulders, and continued to say to the others, "Let's play well in the second half and let Gaio rest. He will report to the national team the day after tomorrow!"

"This is the only active international player in the French Ligue 2!"

Teammates were saying, "Show your talent as Bastia's number one player," "Shut up those who doubt you," and "Go to the European Championship for us. We'll watch your broadcast at home."
"It looks like Coach Rothen has already arranged the second half."

Hajibegic, who had been standing outside the door for a while, walked in with his hands behind his back and made a joke to Rothen.

"Hehe, no, no, I'm not looking at the overall score. I think Gaio can have a rest." Rothen scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Hajibegic did not continue talking to Rothen, but looked at Gaio.

Then he took out a football from behind him.

"Geo, congratulations on your first hat trick in your career. I believe this is just the beginning of a legend." Hagibegic handed the ball to Geo and said, "Here, you can keep the match ball you used to score your third goal."

"Thank you coach."

Gaio was so excited that he completely forgot to collect the hat-trick ball, but Hagibegic remembered it for him.

Gaio brought it.

Grass stains are clearly visible on the football, and it seems to have the smell of green.

This was originally just an ordinary game ball.

But at that moment, after Gaio sent it into the net, this ordinary football was no longer ordinary.

The beginning of a legend, Gaio murmured.

The second half.

Hajibegic did not replace Gaio in the midfield; instead, he replaced Gaio in the 50th minute.

Let him receive the applause from the fans.

clap clap clap!
When Gaio left the field, the audience burst into applause.

Bastia fans stood up and saw their legendary player off the field.

The seventeen-year-old legend of Bastia.

After the game.

"I think those who questioned Gaio should understand what kind of player they are questioning - he just scored a hat trick," Hajibegic told reporters.

"They won't even wait for Gaio's first game to start questioning a 17-year-old who has become the top scorer in Ligue 2 in just seven games!"

"Just wait, those who doubted Gaio will eventually become part of his cheers. That day may come this summer."

"Yes, under Gaio's leadership, we have 61 points. We are now 8 points ahead of second-placed Reims. I think we will win the championship. As for the French Cup, we will do our best. When we can touch the championship trophy, why not?"

Hajibegic's remarks became bolder as Gaio grew older.

When Bastia fans saw these reports, they couldn't help but sigh that this conservative Bosnian old man had finally become rebellious.

This is Bastia!

In the match against Laval, there are still a small number of French media who think that Gaio only played well against a weak team in Ligue 2, and his ability is questionable in top-level competitions.

But at least among the fans, there are fewer such voices.

Two days later, April 2nd.

When Gaio and Pierre just left the training base and were about to go to the airport to return to Clairefontaine.

A group of fans stopped them.

"Geo! Give us twenty minutes, no, fifteen minutes!!"

(End of this chapter)