The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1 Chapter 174

“……Gao did not disappoint the Bastia captain’s armband on his arm. This youngest captain in Bastia’s history is leading the team forward through difficult times.

This is Gao’s first top-tier league season, and after four rounds, he has once again surpassed Aubameyang to reclaim the top spot in the scoring charts. Six goals and two assists in four rounds is the answer he has given in Ligue 1.

Before this season, many people said that Gao would not be as formidable when he arrived in Ligue 1 and would need a period of adaptation. But now, I think Gao has answered that question: a genius doesn’t need to adapt to the league; rather, the league needs to adapt to the genius—

Ligue 1, Gao has arrived……”

The match ended.

Gao’s first hat-trick in Ligue 1. The TF 1 commentator spared no praise.

At this moment,

Stade Armand Cesari, even after the players had finished their lap of honor, the shouts of “Gao” continued.

The momentum was tremendous.

It only gradually faded as all the players returned to the locker room.

Fans looked at the stadium, reluctantly leaving, taking a step and looking back.

“Haha, Sadio, you played well tonight.”

On the way back to the locker room after the lap of honor, Martial and Mané walked together.

Both being products of the Metz youth academy, they had a good relationship.

Mané created many chances in this match and even had an assist, which made Martial a little envious.

“With a performance like yours, if you can keep it up for another game or two, you’ll definitely become a starter.”

There was no suspense in the right-wing competition.

But on the left, the aging Palmieri couldn’t sustain the attack, and Sidibé had to push forward to help.

When Sidibé overlapped, the left flank was prone to being exploited by opponents.

Last time, Mané might have been nervous and played ordinarily, but tonight he completely let loose. During the lap of honor, some Bastia fans called him “Black Whirlwind.”

A left-winger who could solve problems independently.

The three million euros from the summer transfer window was a huge profit!

This transfer fee even ranked among the highest in Bastia’s history.

De Bruyne and Lukaku were also discussing tonight’s match, but De Bruyne’s face showed a hint of blame.

Lukaku listened, bewildered.

“……You should have run one more step. If you ran more, that ball would have been yours……”

Lukaku listened to De Bruyne, his head full of thoughts. He didn’t like listening to De Bruyne talk, nor did he like Hadžibegić.

His favorite person to chat with was Gao.

But at this moment, Gao was walking with Kanté.

“Your several performances tonight were excellent. Prepare well for the Europa League at the end of the month. Plzeň is not a strong team. Although we are away, we have a complete chance to take all three points. This match is crucial. In midfield defense, you are the most relied-upon part of the team.”

Gao put his arm around Kanté, a smile on his face.

Kanté didn’t say much, just smiled innocently.

Gao continued, “In a few more games, I will recommend you to Deschamps. Keep up the good work.”

Kanté was stunned.

Deschamps?

The national team?!

He suddenly looked up at Gao, his eyes seemingly sparkling with light and hope.

Gao smiled and patted his shoulder heavily. “I told you, you will be the future midfield answer for the French team. You are the most stable part of France’s defense.”

“Thank you, Gao.”

Kanté thanked him sincerely. Without Gao, he would still be playing in the French National 1.

How could he possibly play in Ligue 1, the Europa League, let alone touch the national team?

These were all scenes from Kanté’s dreams in the past.

Now.

With Gao’s appearance, everything was becoming a reality.

Soon.

They arrived at the locker room. Gao didn’t say anything more. In his opinion, Kanté’s development had little to do with him.

He merely provided Kanté with a platform, an opportunity.

Kanté’s playing style was destined to be that of a “good warrior with no reputation for wisdom or courage.” His help to the team was subtle, like silent rain, and if his teammates faltered, Kanté’s brilliance simply wouldn’t be evident.

That’s why he was an unsung hero.

But now,

Gao had arrived. Not only would he bring Kanté to the national team early to build his own France, but at the club level, he would also give his brothers a sense of belonging.

Inside the locker room.

Chatham specifically praised Gao. “Our captain’s first hat-trick in Ligue 1! If it weren’t for the upcoming national team matches, I really would want to drink with you all until we drop!”

Haha~

The players all laughed. It was true, national team matches were just around the corner. Bastia now had more international players, and several players would leave Bastia tonight to join their national teams.

Last season, only Gao was selected for the French national team.

This season, Mané was a Senegalese international, and Lukaku and De Bruyne were Belgian internationals.

Although, apart from Gao, the other three were substitute players, the travel was still tiring.

The next day.

While Bastia was still immersed in the goal-fest from last night’s match,

Gao, De Bruyne, and others had already boarded a plane leaving Corsica.

The three of them would travel together to Paris and then transfer flights.

The French national team would gather directly in Finland this time, instead of Clairefontaine, to maximize time savings.

Lukaku was quite relaxed. In his words, going back to the national team was like a rest, since he wasn’t a starter anyway.

Currently, Belgium’s main forwards were still Fellaini and Mirallas.

Similarly.

De Bruyne also didn’t have a starting position. The current Belgian midfield consisted of Mertens, Hazard, Mousa Dembélé, and Witsel.

However, De Bruyne’s expression was grim throughout the journey.

This had nothing to do with his football.

It was Courtois.

Now, Belgian and even Chelsea fan circles, as well as other curious fans, were discussing this matter.

For a man, this was somewhat impactful.

After all, if wearing a hat was on the field, his brothers would definitely say he was awesome, but if it was off the field, they could only pat his shoulder and sigh.

Finland.

Helsinki.

This city on the Baltic Sea was renowned worldwide for its livability.

Gao landed at the airport and had no time to observe the city.

He was quickly taken by national team staff to the hotel to settle in, then headed to the training ground to meet up with the team.

“Gao, this training ground has artificial turf, so you need to be careful,” said the staff member named Tuukka, explaining the precautions to Gao. “The match against Finland in a couple of days will be at the Helsinki Olympic Stadium, which also has artificial turf. We’re adapting in advance.”

Gao nodded.

Deschamps had mentioned this issue when he called him.

Deschamps also told him, “But you don’t have to worry that your fantastic footwork can’t be displayed in Northern Europe. This stadium in Finland is a FIFA-certified 2-star artificial turf pitch. It’s time to let the Northern Europeans see what football artistry is!”