The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1 Chapter 058

“Gao!”

The Bastia fans who had traveled for this away match, seeing Gao step onto the field with the team, shouted his name with all their might.

The away section was packed.

In the past, when Bastia played away games, there weren’t many traveling fans.

After all, the team’s performance was just so-so, and the cost of traveling from Corsica to other parts of France wasn’t low—travel expenses, food, accommodation, and so on.

It was even easier for people from Corsica to go to Italy to watch a Serie A match.

So, naturally, not many fans were willing to spend a lot of money to watch a not-so-exciting match.

But now, the situation had changed.

Gao was here!

The roar of two thousand Bastia fans, amidst the sea of red and yellow at the Stade Bollaert-Delelis, forcibly carved out a blue Bastia-shaped hole.

Hajibegic felt a complex mix of emotions seeing Gao so popular with the fans.

Perhaps Gao would become the most brilliant player of his coaching career, but he wouldn’t be a player he coached for very long.

Gao would not belong to Bastia.

The small island of Corsica couldn’t contain Napoleon’s ambition; the European continent was his stage.

This was merely his starting point.

But Hajibegic still supported Chatham’s plan, which was itself a big gamble for Hajibegic.

Beep! !

With the referee’s whistle, the second half began.

Everyone’s gaze returned to the field.

Bastia didn’t change their playstyle because of Gao’s appearance; they still opted for the lowest-cost approach on the road: defensive counter-attack.

Jean Garcia also didn’t immediately push Lens forward aggressively. Trailing by one goal, with the second half just starting, it wasn’t time to go all out yet.

More importantly, a man’s reputation precedes him.

Gao’s name was currently very hot in Ligue 2. Every Ligue 2 team was studying Gao.

Taking out Gao’s dribbling highlights alone, it was hard not to think of that Brazilian ‘elf’ from PSG.

Such a player should naturally be marked closely.

Whoosh!

As Jean Garcia pondered, the fans on site gasped. He quickly looked at the field and saw the referee holding up a yellow card, pointing at his team’s number seven, Bensaada.

Jean Garcia instinctively protested to the fourth official, “How is that a yellow card?! That’s unfair!”

The assistant coach quickly pulled him back, quietly saying, “Calm down, that was a red card offense, a yellow card is already a bonus…”

Garcia’s expression didn’t change. He sat on the bench, took a sip of water to calm down, and asked what exactly had happened.

At this moment,

The fans at the Sunset Cafe Bar in Bastia had completely erupted in curses.

The TV replay was very clear: Bensaada, while Gao was dribbling, launched a flying tackle from the side. From the angle of his foot, he was clearly aiming for the person, with no chance of touching the ball.

If Gao’s footwork hadn’t been quick enough to dodge a bit, that tackle could very well have ended Gao’s career.

“Putain de merde! Is this playing football or attempted murder?! And they don’t even give a red card?!”

“Even the German giant Kahn would blush seeing that flying tackle!”

“Gao is only seventeen! His shinbones aren’t made of steel, you idiot!”

Bastia fans were truly enraged. How could anyone tackle like that?!

The key was, this was a player who had once played for Bastia.

Immediately, someone in the bar stood on a chair, holding an unopened bottle of beer, signaling for everyone to quiet down, then loudly declared, “Bensaada, remember the name of this traitor to Bastia!”

“We invented this in 1789, and now we urgently need to relive history with him.”

Bang! !

The fan placed the beer bottle on the edge of the table, then violently slammed a thick glass onto the neck of the beer bottle hanging over the table.

The bottle neck broke, and beer flowed everywhere!

Others followed suit, shouting, “À la guillotine!”

Hahaha!

The fans burst into laughter, their dissatisfaction with Bensaada growing even stronger.

This was Gao!

He was Bastia’s future star, and anyone who dared to harm Gao would be reviled by them.

It was only because this was an away game; if it had been a home game, they would have made Bensaada feel the ferocity of the Corsicans…

But there were Bastia fans present at the stadium too.

On the field.

Rothen immediately rushed over and violently pushed Bensaada to the ground, chasing after him and angrily shouting, “Idiot, what are you doing?! Do you want to cripple him?!”

The Lens players quickly came to help.

In on-field conflicts, there is always only position, no right or wrong.

Teammates must help!

Instantly, with players from both teams flooding in, the scene became very chaotic.

The Ligue 2 commentator also had to say, “Bensaada’s tackle was indeed a bit too reckless.”

“And Bensaada himself is a forward who came from Bastia’s youth academy. After joining Bastia’s first team in 2002, he played for six years until 2008, when Bastia’s financial crisis led to his sale for 1.5 million euros to Ligue 1 club Nice. After three unremarkable years at Nice, he was not renewed last summer and then signed with Lens on a free transfer…”

“Traitor!”

“Traitor!!”

The Bastia fans in the away section roared in anger amidst the conflict.

Soon.

A fan threw a smoke bomb, and thick smoke drifted across the field, obscuring the away section of the stands.

Then, from somewhere, a Lens team flag was thrown onto the field.

It was wrapped around a baguette.

At the same time, on the flag, someone had used graffiti spray paint to write a sentence: “Official partner club of French proctology.”

In this chaos.

Gao was on the sidelines receiving examination from the team doctor.

“Do you feel anything here?” “Does it hurt when I press?” “Good, no issues for now, Gao, you need to be careful…”

Hajibegic didn’t feel anything about the chaotic scene now; he was more worried about Gao getting injured.

Only when he saw the team doctor give a thumbs-up, indicating no problem, did Hajibegic relax.

If he had a choice, he would want to substitute Gao right now.

The conflict lasted for a full three or four minutes.

Only then, with the pulling and separating efforts of the referee, assistant coaches, and security, were the players from both sides separated.

The referee even pulled out five yellow cards in succession.

Calling out names one by one.

The scene seemed to have calmed down.

But from the players’ eyes, one could feel that from this moment on, this match was no longer a simple game.

Gao stood on the sideline.

He could feel the change in atmosphere, and at the same time, he silently added Bensaada, this dirty player, to his little notebook.

He always preferred to get his revenge immediately, not in a later match!

He had to get it done on the spot!