The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 80 I will bring back a championship trophy for you!
Gaio naturally did not refuse.

He recognized the speaker as the head of Ultras Bastia, Modosso, who had come to the Bastia training ground many times during the team's open days.

Chatham introduced Gaio to this fan group, which is Bastia's most staunch supporter.

Even if Bastia falls into decline and disbands, this group of people will be the ones to collect Bastia's body.

soon.

Modoso drove ahead, leading the way all the way to Terra-Vecchia. In fact, Gaio rarely wandered around after arriving in Bastia.

Now, looking out the car window, the city's historic buildings, balconies full of colorful flowers, ancient streets, painted shutters and towering houses all exude a Mediterranean style.

This is Bastia, a small town with a strong Mediterranean style that has been a prosperous port since ancient times.

Terra-Vecchia is the name of the area downstream from Bastia, to the north.

A few minutes later.

Modoso and his friends stopped their car, and at this time, hundreds of fans wearing Bastia jerseys gathered around.

"arrive!"

Modoso came over and opened the car door for Gaio.

Pierre got out of the car with them, but Gaio was soon surrounded by fans and he was separated.

This is the Terra-Vecchia Center Building.

At this time, the side of the central building was covered by a large piece of white cloth. Gaio didn't know what Modoso meant, but he had a vague guess.

"Geo!"

"You are the hero of Bastia!"

The emotions of the fans around gradually heated up, and many of them took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Modoso pointed to the white cloth on the central building and said to Gaio, "Geo, don't worry, Bastia will never forget anyone who has contributed to it!"

Then he looked around at the fans and yelled, "Come on! Sing that Gaio song!"

"Geo! Geo!!"

clatter! Da da! !
The fans around were shouting, clapping and stomping their feet rhythmically.

In addition to these UB die-hard fans, the people of Bastia who were near the central building also gathered together.

".Your presence is a Corsican hurricane!
Your shots set the enemy's net on fire!
Fight, Bastia!"

UB fans sang one after another, and in order to show their respect for Gaio, they did not sing in Corsican, but in French.

The people watching the fun around also started singing along.

At present, almost most of the fans of Bastia can sing the song "Gaio's Song".

".Your goal is a fist smash to your opponent!

When you run, the earth trembles.
The Deep Blue Army is your army!"

"Fight, Bastia!"

The song is over.

clap clap clap!
Everyone burst into applause.

Gaio pursed his lips, his chest rose and fell more violently, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times before he suppressed the excitement in his heart.

The voices of hundreds of people around him now gave Gaio a feeling far more exciting than the cheers of thousands of people in the stadium.

He was in it.

He felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, an experience he had never had in his two lifetimes.

At this moment, Gaio wanted so much to bring a championship to Bastia.

This team has been away from the championship for too long!
"Thank you!" Gaio thanked and waved to the fans around him.

"Geo, you don't have to thank me. We should thank you!"

"Yes, it's Bastia, thank you!"

"You are our hero, we will always support you!"

Modosso roared, "Alright, enough talk, now let's take a look at Bastia's future landmark building!!"

"Great!!" Many fans were excited, they were waiting for this moment.

"Gaio, look!"

Modoso pointed at the central building and then gestured to the people below.

Wow!

The next second, the white cloth was torn off, and a huge picture appeared on the side of the central building.

Gaio watched the white cloth fall.

The screen shows the TIFO of the previous game, where he is holding a crown engraved with the letters "N, B" and facing the mainland.

At the bottom of the picture, the words "Ashes to the indifferent, glory to our King" are written in French and Corsican.

"Geo!!"

"Geo!!!"

The moment the white cloth fell completely, the fans at the scene put their hands on each other's shoulders, dancing and shouting together.

At this moment, Gaio's emotions reached their peak.

What does football mean?
Maybe it's victory, maybe it's the championship,
But it was more about the emotion—the countless sunsets that exploded on the turf of the training ground with beads of sweat dripping from the temples.

It was a ball wrapped in a plastic bag when he was six years old in the slums, and thirty years later it will be displayed in a glass cabinet in the Louvre for fans to admire.

It was my father who folded the receipt from the pawning of his wedding gold watch into a paper airplane and dropped it on the signature area of ​​the youth training contract in the heavy rain.

It is the season ticket of the one-legged old man in the north stand who has not changed it in twenty years. On the night when Bastia was relegated from the French Ligue 2 standings and was at the bottom of the standings, there are thirty grams of salt hidden in the wrinkles soaked with tears.

Thirty grams——

Exactly the same weight as the handful of confetti that fell into the pram during Bastia's victory parade in 1981.
What is football?
Everyone has their own answer.

right now,

What is football in the hearts of all Bastia fans present?
Football is the passion hidden in the shouts of "Gaio" and the longing hidden in the huge picture.
"Geo!"

"Geo!!"

Pierre squeezed into the excited crowd, put his arm around Gaio's shoulders, and brought Gaio's wandering thoughts back to reality.

"This is crazy, Gyo, I'm so proud of you."

The noise always fills the air in front of the central building.

Modosso pointed at the wall and said to Gaio with a big laugh, "This will become a landmark building in Bastia!"

"Thank you."

"I've told you that you never have to say thank you to us. For everything you've done for the team, we need to say thank you. Thank you for your contribution to Bastia!" Modosso said.

"Okay, I've kept you for twenty minutes. Come on, go to the national team! We're looking forward to watching your European Cup match on TV this summer!"

Gaio nodded.

He waved to the fans, then walked towards the car door and the fans made way for him.

The fans shouted.

"Come on, Gio! Show those who doubt you what talent is!"

"Gaio, go to the national team and prove yourself!"

Gaio responded with a smile.

When Gaio reached the car door and was about to get in, he suddenly stopped.

Then he said firmly to all the fans, "I will bring you a championship trophy!"

As soon as these words came out.

There was a half-second pause at the scene, followed by thunderous cheers! !
"Geo!!"

A simple name, carrying with it the endless emotions of everyone, overflows in the center of Terra-Vecchia!

Gaio drove to the airport.

Behind me, in the distance, I could still hear the cheers coming from the Mediterranean breeze, passing over Corsica and blowing to the European continent.

(End of this chapter)