Chapter 1 News

Despite having said before that she needed to be told everything first, at the very least not later than the reporters, Sophie still learned about the whole affair from the overwhelming news coverage. She couldn't believe that a physical examination would pronounce a death sentence on Zhang Jun! When she heard the word "retirement" on TV, she collapsed on the sofa, unable to react for a long time.

Zhang Jun could no longer continue his professional career!

The Milan Lab sentenced Zhang Jun to death!

Brescia terminated its contract with Zhang Jun!

Zhang Jun's left ankle had a major hidden danger!

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Zhang Jun secluded himself at home!

Sophie jumped up from the sofa and ran to her bedroom to call Zhang Jun. But she heard a message saying that the phone was turned off. Anxious, she ran next door to Zhang Jun's house, thinking that maybe Zhang Jun would contact his parents. But when she knocked on the door, she saw his uncle with a complex expression of helplessness and shock. Being clever, she immediately knew that even his parents didn't know Zhang Jun's current situation.

Unwilling to give up, she dialed the number again, but it was still "The number you dialed is switched off."

Zhang Jun, what exactly are you doing!

Sophie collapsed on the bed, and the phone slipped from her hand, falling onto the carpet with a sigh.

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It was now past four in the morning, and the room was still dim, nothing was clearly visible. The wind gently stirred the sheer curtains, the only thing moving in Zhang Jun's eyes. There were still rustling sounds outside the door, like mice passing by. Zhang Jun knew these were the sounds of persistent reporters keeping vigil all night.

Today was already the third day; he hadn't opened the door once, except to let the waiter in to deliver food. The waiter who brought him food would tell the reporters some simple things, and would probably get a lot of tips for that, right?

Hua-jie said that she would find him a suitable club in Serie A. But he wasn't stupid; he knew very well how difficult it was to find even one club in Brescia, coupled with the Milan Lab's "curse." No team would risk it for him.

Was he really going to hang up his boots after just one injury? He knew the authority of the Milan Lab. He didn't want to believe this report, but if he didn't believe it, would others not believe it? He had scored twenty-nine goals in one season in the Netherlands, and helped the team lift the Dutch Cup. In China, he became a new idol, and then he came to Italy and was rejected. Who could accept that?

When he first saw the detailed results of that report, his shock was far greater than when he heard that Brescia wanted to terminate his contract. Originally, he thought that everything would pass; if Brescia didn't want him, there would always be other teams that would. Surely a Dutch Silver Boot winner wouldn't be unwanted? But when he saw this result, it was like a bolt from the blue. The Milan Lab even suggested that if he didn't want to walk with crutches in the future, he should give up professional football now.

Give up football! What a joke! That was even harder to accept than losing his life. What was the point of living if he couldn't play football?

Why did this kind of thing have to happen to him? What exactly was fate? It had started by lifting him to the clouds of happiness, and now it was throwing him onto the hard cement ground.

He was not convinced, he was not reconciled! He did not accept the Milan Lab's verdict! He wanted to appeal, he wanted to plead! He wanted to prove to everyone, to all those who gloated, to all those who doubted him, that the Milan Lab could also make mistakes!

Zhang Jun sat up from the bed, then took out his phone and decided to turn it on. He hadn't turned on his phone for three days. As soon as he turned it on, he found hundreds of missed calls. He didn't have many phone numbers stored on his phone, so most of these calls must have come from those people.

Zhang Jun saw an unfamiliar number. He didn't know who had called, and was about to call back to ask when he received a call from Sophie.

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When Sophie heard Zhang Jun's slightly hoarse voice on the phone, tears welled up in her eyes. "Zhang Jun, what's wrong? Why didn't you answer the phone? Why did you turn it off? Do you know how worried I was about you? And your aunt and uncle are also worried. Why didn't you call them back?"

Zhang Jun was silent, not rushing to explain as he usually would. At that time, he had really forgotten Sophie, forgotten his parents, forgotten Yang Pan, forgotten everyone. Now it seemed like he had returned to the world, because Sophie was still there.

"Sophie, I... I'm sorry, I made you worry. But it's nothing now, it's all over."

Sophie was surprised by Zhang Jun's calmness. This didn't seem like his usual attitude. She had a bad feeling in her heart. "Zhang Jun, don't do anything stupid! I, I'll book a plane ticket now, I'm going to Milan, I..."

Zhang Jun finally smiled, though still somewhat forced. "Don't be silly, aren't you in school? I'm really fine. They all say I can't do it, but I'm going to prove them wrong. You know, I can be very stubborn sometimes."

Hearing Zhang Jun laugh, Sophie breathed a slight sigh of relief. "No matter what, I'll always support you. I don't believe that Milan Lab's conclusion either. What are your plans now?"

"Me?" Zhang Jun was taken aback. "I don't have any yet. I need to think carefully, think carefully..." he murmured.

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Yang Pan looked at the calendar with concern. It had been three days, and there was still no news from Zhang Jun. Li Yan told him that rumors were flying all over the country. If Zhang Jun didn't come out and say something, who knew how things would develop. He was even a little absent-minded in his own training. His teammates and coach understood him, but he couldn't always be like this. He had to fight for a starting position, but what was he fighting for now? The two of them had never been apart since they were little. Now, the first time they were separated, something so big had happened. It was all a fucking nightmare!

Yang Pan kicked the door open and prepared to leave. Morning training was about to begin, and he couldn't be late.

Just as Yang Pan was closing the door, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello, Yang Pan, it's me, Zhang Jun."

"Zhang Jun! Is that you, kid!" Yang Pan shouted. "You finally know to call, huh? What the hell are you doing? What the fuck, what the fuck... I was worried about you! You really..."

"Yes, I'm sorry. Yang Pan, I'm sorry."

Zhang Jun's constant apologies softened Yang Pan's heart. Thinking about it, it really wasn't easy for him to face such a situation alone. "How are you?"

"I've figured it out; that report doesn't prove anything."

"That's good. Don't believe that bullshit Milan Lab report! Stay in Italy, don't go anywhere, prove it to them on their own turf!"

Zhang Jun was silent. "Yang Pan, do you believe that report?"

"Me? Of course, I don't believe it!"

"I don't believe it either, but is it enough if just the two of us don't believe it? Can we guarantee that others won't believe it? The Milan Lab's authority is unquestionable in Italy. As soon as other clubs see me, they'll think of that report. Do you think I can stay in Italy?"

"Then, where are you planning to go?"

"I... I haven't figured it out yet. Maybe, maybe back to China..."

"Back to China? Are you crazy? Do you know why we were able to succeed? It's because we started our professional careers in the Netherlands, not in China! Going back to China means you've failed! Understand? Listen to me, stay in Italy, don't go anywhere!"

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In the end, Yang Pan didn't tell Zhang Jun the benefits of staying in Italy, only telling him not to give up. But were there really many things that you could win just by not giving up?

Zhang Jun decided to call his coach, Qiu Suhui. Now he needed an elder, an understanding elder, to plan for his future. Qiu Suhui was very happy to hear Zhang Jun's voice, because it meant that Zhang Jun had initially escaped the shadow of that report. When he heard Zhang Jun ask him where he should go, Qiu Suhui told him without hesitation, "Go back to the Netherlands, go back to Volendam. You have to know that the Italians don't believe in you, but in the Netherlands, in Volendam, you are a hero. You still have a coach who trusts you, and a group of teammates who trust you. Go there and make a comeback. Prove it to everyone in the Netherlands!"

Zhang Jun recalled Qiu Suhui's words, looking at the missed calls on his phone. Everyone he knew had called. Now there was only this one unfamiliar number left.

Who could it be? Zhang Jun tried to dial the number, but after ringing for a long time, there was still no answer. Zhang Jun was about to hang up when suddenly a voice came from the other side: "Hello."

Zhang Jun had been in Italy for two weeks. Although he still couldn't speak Italian, he could understand many simple Italian words. He replied in English: "Hello, please, may I ask who it is that called me earlier?"

"Zhang Jun?"

This time Zhang Jun recognized it; it was the voice of Roberto Baggio!

"Ro... Robby?"

"It's me."

Zhang Jun found his hands were trembling. Baggio would actually call him. He must be very worried about him too. He had actually turned off his phone, making Baggio worry for so many days!

"I'm, I'm very sorry, Robby. My, my phone was off..."

"No need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing, Zhang. The fact that you were able to call me means you're okay, right?"

"Yes, I've figured it out."

"So, what are your plans?"

"I, I'm also troubled. I don't know where I should go."

"Go to Fiorentina; I suggest you go there." Zhang Jun hadn't expected Baggio to say that.

"A Serie C team?" Zhang Jun was a little surprised.

"No, they just got promoted to Serie B. I think there's less pressure there, and it'll be easier for you to get started."

"But..." Zhang Jun was still very melancholy. He still wanted to stay in the top league. Going to Serie B was something he couldn't quite accept: a rising star, an idol of Chinese football, actually reduced to playing in the Serie B league. It was simply unimaginable.

"Hehe!" Baggio laughed. "I'm just giving you a suggestion; the decision is yours. What I want to say is just to encourage you, don't give up. Even if the Milan Lab says that, don't give up, never give up!"

Zhang Jun was very moved. He had only trained with Baggio for a few days, but Baggio was so good to him; he was really a little overwhelmed by the favor. But he didn't know how much Baggio thought of him. When Baggio saw Zhang Jun's goal, which was called "Scorpion" by Dutch reporters, in the video, he couldn't even believe his eyes.

He never expected that a young man he had such high hopes for would have such a result in Italy.

The world is unpredictable!

Zhang Jun thought that the whole world had abandoned him at that moment, but he didn't expect that there were still so many people supporting him: Sophie, his parents, his friends, his coach, Baggio... No matter where he went, everyone had one thing in common: they told him not to give up. What reason did he have to give up?

Playing football wasn't just for himself!

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Hua Fang was still in Italy looking for a new team for Zhang Jun, but because of the Milan Lab report, her efforts were having little effect. At this time, she received a call from Zhang Jun. "Hua-jie, let's go back."

"Go back? Go back where?"

"Back to the Netherlands, back to Volendam."

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《Zhang Jun Returns to the Netherlands!》《Adriaanse: Welcome Zhang Jun Home!》《This is Not an Escape, But a Wise Choice》...

As the newspapers said, Adriaanse and Volendam welcomed the injured child back with open arms. When Zhang Jun appeared at Volendam's training base, fans from all over the city flocked to the scene, holding banners expressing their support for Zhang Jun. And his teammates used warm embraces to tell Zhang Jun: Volendam was his home.

After returning to Volendam, Zhang Jun signed a new contract with the team for two and a half years. The deadline was July 31, 2007. Hua Fang was strongly opposed to this contract, but Zhang Jun's stubborn temper flared up. In order to repay Volendam's kindness in taking him in, he insisted on signing this contract. In the end, Zhang Jun's stubbornness once again defeated Hua Fang's persuasion. But Hua Fang still added a condition: if a team from one of Europe's top five leagues wanted him, Volendam would not be allowed to use excessively high transfer fees as an obstacle to Zhang Jun's transfer.

And after the news of Zhang Jun's contract extension with Volendam until July 31, 2007, was announced, most of the Chinese media couldn't believe it. In the words of one reporter: "Signing a contract with Volendam until 2007, such a long contract. Does Zhang Jun want to mess around in a low-level team for the rest of his life? Even if you're giving up on yourself, you don't have to do it like this!" His words represented the views of most Chinese fans.

In the Netherlands, the news caused two people to feel regret. Guus Hiddink was the one who wanted to get Zhang Jun the most; he had even prepared his jersey number for Zhang Jun: 21. But who knew that Zhang Jun would simply ignore the olive branch extended by PSV Eindhoven. Hiddink didn't understand how Volendam's call could be better than PSV Eindhoven, which was qualified to participate in next season's Champions League and was definitely a super team in the Netherlands.

It was a waste that he had worked in Korea for four years; he had forgotten that when Easterners, especially Chinese people, were considering something, emotions often came first, and the idea of repaying kindness had been deeply rooted in the minds of Chinese people for five thousand years.

Another person who felt regret was van Basten. After learning that Zhang Jun had chosen Volendam, he only murmured one sentence: "Ajax has one more strong enemy, and I have one less disciple..."

Zhang Jun, who returned to Volendam, did not use the "21" number from last season, but chose the "11" number left by Ocu. The Dutch media believed that "After experiencing a rollercoaster summer, Zhang Jun chose a brand new number. Perhaps it means that he will launch a new round of attack against Milan!"

In reality, it was just an ordinary number that Zhang Jun liked the most and had always wanted to wear but hadn't been able to.

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August was disastrous for Zhang Jun, but for Li Yongle, who was far away in China, it represented hope and a new beginning.

Zhang Jun and the others had indeed not lied to him. At the beginning of August, he received a letter from the Dutch Volendam club, hoping that he could go to Volendam for a trial. Excited, he was preparing to ask coach Bai Hongfei for leave and congratulate him when he saw the coach excitedly said to him as soon as he entered the door: "You came at the right time! Let me tell you some good news. For this year's World University Games held in South Korea, the higher-ups decided to send a real university football team to participate! They selected our school! You will wear the national team uniform and win glory for the country!"

Li Yongle was stunned for a moment. This was indeed great news. Being able to represent the national team in a world-class competition was the glory that so many people dreamed of! He never expected that he, a college student, would wear the national team jersey earlier than Zhang Jun and Yang Pan.

"Oh, right. Do you have anything to say, Li Yongle?" Only then did Bai Hongfei notice that Li Yongle had taken the initiative to come to him.

"No, there's nothing." Li Yongle made a decision at that moment, he would rather give up the opportunity to go to Volendam for a trial than give up the honor of playing for the Chinese team. One was just an opportunity, the other was glory.

Afterwards, the team began training under the leadership of Jin Xuyang, the former head coach of the Beijing team, to prepare for the upcoming University Games. In mid-August, R University's football team represented China and set foot on Korean soil.

Because it was the first time that a full university team had been sent to participate, some media outlets also made some reports about it. Most people just watched it as a fun thing to watch, but there was one person who had a strong interest in Li Yongle, and even tried every means to ask Chen Wei to bring him a video of Li Yongle's performance at the University Games. This person was Qiu Suhui, who was still in Maojiawan, Sichuan, leading the team in training.

In the University Games football match, Li Yongle, as the main defensive midfielder of the Chinese team, wore the captain's armband. His first game could be described as stunning. One goal, one assist, an interception success rate of 70%, 80 passes, a success rate of 72%, 10 shots, 6 on target, 6 fouls, and 4 times fouled. The Chinese team was able to defeat the United States team 2:0 entirely because of his organization in the midfield. Under his leadership, this well-coordinated team showed the spirit of newborn calves not being afraid of tigers, and made the Americans run around in circles throughout the entire match.

But even if he performed well, the Chinese team still lacked attention. At this time, Zhang Jun's transfer turmoil was at a critical moment, so the news of the Chinese team's participation in the University Games was naturally placed in the most inconspicuous corner. Li Yongle was amazing, but no reporter would exclaim in the newspaper, "Another genius is born!"

They were silently fighting for China's international reputation in South Korea. In the remaining two group matches, the Chinese team won one and lost one, qualifying as the second in the group. In the quarter-finals, they faced the Japanese team.

Because of their systematic approach to youth and high school football, the Japanese team was considered to be one of the teams most likely to win the football event at this University Games. In the group stage, the Japanese team won all three games, proving their strength to the people and stealing the spotlight.

Unfortunately, the Japanese, who were dreaming of winning the championship, met Li Yongle, who had Zhang Jun as his goal.

As soon as the Sino-Japanese war began, the Japanese team tasted Li Yongle's power. In a scramble, their number one shooter was injured and forced to leave the field because he couldn't squeeze past Li Yongle. Since then, the Japanese had to face the high mountain of Li Yongle again and again. After the game, their coach also admitted that the Japanese team was defeated by one person, and this person was the Chinese team's number 10.

In the 30th minute of the second half, Li Yongle took the ball in the center circle. Seeing that the Japanese team's goalkeeper was standing too far forward, he directly kicked a lob shot!

The football drilled into the goal like a tomahawk cruise missile, through the gap between the retreating goalkeeper's hand and the crossbar, a precision strike!

In the time that followed, the Japanese were completely crushed by this goal, which was the best goal of the competition. They were no longer able to organize any effective attack and ultimately lost 0:1. The Chinese team advanced to the semi-finals!

The Chinese media was obviously a little unprepared for the fact that Chinese college students could defeat Japan. After reacting, they gave the match a report that was considered to be extensive compared to before, and boldly predicted that the Chinese team could also reach the final. But perhaps because they felt the domestic media's "sincere expectations," the pressure was too great, and the Chinese team lost to the strong and header-skilled Greek team in the semi-finals, stopping in the semi-finals. Even worse, the absolute main captain Li Yongle twisted his ankle in the match and would miss the third and fourth place finals.

Without Li Yongle, the Chinese team ultimately lost the golden ball to the host Korean team in the third and fourth place finals, and once again continued the embarrassing record of "never winning against Korea." Despite this, it was already a remarkable breakthrough in the University Games, and Li Yongle was awarded the title of Best Player.

The team members who returned to the school were welcomed by the students as heroes. Bai Hongfei was given a raise as the Chinese team's assistant coach, and the single men in the team also seized the opportunity to solve their personal problems. Only Li Yongle still insisted on adding extra training for himself every day, and was still single.

The sensation was only within the campus. To the outside world, they were still a group of college students. They were the pillars of the country's four modernizations, not football players.

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Qiu Suhui took the video tape out of the machine and stretched lazily: "Another one related to Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun, what kind of people are those who play football with you!"

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Just as Li Yongle was making a breakthrough for China at the World University Games, the Dutch Super League 0304 season also kicked off. This season, because they had entered the UEFA Cup and had more funds, Adriaanse introduced several players with good strength but not much fame: Misha Salden, 28 years old, a defensive midfielder on the right, with excellent skills.

Raoul Henar, a 23-year-old black striker, a fellow countryman of Seedorf. He had a strong shooting ability and was very aggressive. Wearing the number 9 jersey, he would become Zhang Jun's partner on the front line.

In addition, the Les youth team once again had a bumper harvest, sending many potential players to the first team. Among them, 18-year-old Wing had already impressed Adriaanse with his performance in the warm-up matches. He would replace Yang Pan's vacancy on the right, and the number he chose was naturally 25, which Yang Pan had worn last season. He was just as fast and skillful, and was highly regarded by some experts. The only concern was whether his young shoulders could withstand the pressure of people comparing him to Yang Pan after wearing the jersey left by Yang Pan.

Dione Sajas, 21 years old, had just been promoted from the youth team. He played as a left winger and had amazing speed and excellent dribbling skills. He showed a calmness that was not commensurate with his age when playing football, but his shooting skills still needed to be strengthened. He would be Heuvel's replacement.

Reginald Faria, 20 years old, would be the team's substitute midfielder.

Of course, the team wasn't just bringing in players without letting any go. First of all, the boss, Hoorns, wouldn't agree. 28-year-old Bartre was signed by Utrecht for 750,000 euros. Bayes was signed by Heerenveen for 550,000 euros. When Zhang Jun returned to the team, he didn't find Bayes and learned from Keizer that Bayes had been sold by the club because of a conflict with Hoorns. This made him very sad. Last season, Yang Pan was the team's assist king, and Bayes was the number two assist provider. Many of his goals came from Bayes' passes. Two months ago, they were still celebrating their successful relegation and celebrating their cup title, but now they were each for their own masters.

Zhang Jun knew that Bayes, who had a good relationship with the team, definitely didn't want to leave. It was all because of Hoorns, that fat guy! He began to feel dissatisfied with the chairman in his heart, that profiteer who only knew money!

In the first round of the league, they faced Roda at home. This ordinary Dutch Super League match attracted widespread attention. Dutch national television chose it as the Sunday live match. The Chinese media naturally didn't need to be said, and several reporters also came from Italy, including Andrea Caliani, an intern reporter from the Milan Sports Newspaper.

Li Yan should have been in Italy focusing on Yang Pan, but he still flew to Volendam. Everyone's eyes were on Veronika. After experiencing a nightmare summer, what kind of performance would he have? Could his left foot really no longer withstand injuries?

Questions and expectations gathered in the Veronica, a small stadium that could only accommodate six thousand people.

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In the team's locker room, Keizer always turned to look at Zhang Jun, looking like he wanted to say something but stopped. "Is there anything you want to say, Seth?" Zhang Jun asked him proactively.

"Uh, are you really okay?" Zhang Jun had been smiling since he returned to Volendam, but he could still sometimes see Zhang Jun sitting alone in the locker room, not saying a word. He must be very sad in his heart. He had already stepped onto the pitch of the Italian Serie A league, but was forcibly pushed out. Was it unwillingness, or discouragement? Keizer didn't know, maybe it was both.

Zhang Jun smiled again: "Pass the ball to me, and I'll score."

Was this a declaration?

Ocu was gone, Yang Pan was gone, and Bayes was also gone. Zhang Jun's best friend in Volendam was only Keizer left. After playing this season, he would definitely be going back to Ajax. But Zhang Jun had renewed his contract with the club until 2007. Did he not feel lonely? Currently, in this team, the only ones who could get the ball to his feet were himself and Heuvel. The others had just joined the team and hadn't figured out Zhang Jun's habits yet.

Volendam vs. Roda, preparing to say goodbye from the first round.

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The small, six-thousand-seat Veronika stadium was packed. The fans held up flags with Zhang Jun's portrait, using this method to support Zhang Jun. There was even a giant banner hanging under the south stand, which read: "Zhang Jun, please use goals to fight back against them!"

Li Yan had once said to Andrea: "Until you come to Veronika, you will never understand Zhang Jun's position in the hearts of the fans, and what he means to this weak team." Now Andrea had come and understood. The Milan Lab's results were authoritative, but in a few years, the fans here would not remember that report, but would firmly remember every goal Zhang Jun scored on this field.

The players came out, and Zhang Jun was still the last to come out, and the fans gave the most enthusiastic cheers to Zhang Jun. "Ula! Zhang--Jun!!"

Hearing the cheers, Andrea made up his mind. He would report to the company tomorrow and apply to be a reporter stationed in the Netherlands, focusing on Zhang Jun's performance in the Netherlands.

Zhang Jun raised his hand and waved to the fans, causing even greater cheers.

"He is Veronica's number one star," a Dutch reporter lamented after the match.

In this match, Adriaanse abandoned the 451 formation that he had used for a season because of personnel reasons, and instead lined up a 442 with parallel positions. The goalkeeper was still Robert van Westerop; the defense from left to right was Leeflang, Luirink, Huisman, and Holwijn; the left winger was still Heuvel as the starter, and the two central midfielders were Keizer and Salden, who had been transferred in. The right winger that everyone was paying attention to was 18-year-old Wing. Could he make people forget Yang Pan in the first match? After introducing a strong striker, Adriaanse also lined up a double striker, Zhang Jun and Henar partnered for the first time. After losing the assists of Yang Pan and Bayes, what kind of answer would this front line bring to the people?

Roda was not a weak team, as could be seen from their sixth-place finish last season. But this match they were still reduced to being a supporting role. Everyone was talking about Zhang Jun, talking about Volendam.

Zhang Jun personally placed the football on the kickoff spot, and then used his hand to support it, so that its logo was facing him. At the beginning of the league, he would also have a new start.

He still felt a bit emotional. Yang Pan and Bayes were both gone, and the one standing in front of the ball waiting to kick off was also a strange face. A season had passed just like that...

"Beep!"

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To reiterate, Roda was not a weak team, as could be seen from their sixth-place finish last season.

Luirink bravely blocked Roda's fourth threatening shot within ten minutes. Zhang Jun and Henar still lacked tacit understanding in their cooperation in the frontcourt. Because he had been deeply affected by the transfer and physical examination events throughout the summer, Zhang Jun only trained with the team for a week before playing. Not only with Henar, but also with Wing, and the passes with Salden did not match up.

Keizer was still unable to become an attacking organizer. Salden had this ability, but he had only been on the team for half a month, and everything took time.

Keizer would unconsciously move backwards, while Salden, who was eager to perform, rushed to the front, and the formation unknowingly changed from a parallel 442 to a diamond midfield 442. This was not the result that Adriaanse wanted. Wing's defensive ability and experience were lacking, and with a single defensive midfielder, it was easy for him to lose sight of the other. In addition to his excellent skills, Salden also had good defensive ability. He and Keizer could reduce the pressure on the defense when they were together, but now...

The chaos in the frontcourt attack would lead to chaos in the defense.

Zhang Jun could see clearly in the front. Henar had even run back to participate in the defense, but he was still wandering in the front. For him, scoring goals was the only purpose. Maybe scoring a goal now could stabilize the situation. He needed someone to let everyone see hope. Since his teammates' balls couldn't be passed to his feet well, he would go and grab one himself.

Roda's ball-holder wanted to break through Zhang Jun, but Zhang Jun didn't even move, and the ball hit his leg and bounced out. The ball-loser wanted to turn around and grab it back, but how could his turning speed compare to Zhang Jun's starting speed?

Zhang Jun put up his hand and blocked the opponent behind him, then knocked the ball forward and accelerated! He swept past Roda's defense like the wind!

"Stop him!"

The first player recklessly tackled! Zhang Jun pulled his right foot and easily dodged. Then, the second player wanted to force Zhang Jun to stop with a blocking foul, but Zhang Jun gently poked the ball to the right with his right foot, and then jumped to accelerate around from the left to chase the ball! Man and ball separated!

There was still some distance from the football, and the third defender decided to shovel the ball away. But Zhang Jun accelerated again, and with the tip of his right foot, he kicked the ball away, and jumped over that person, entering the penalty area!

Past three people in a row!

The goalkeeper attacked! He pounced towards the ball that had been kicked away by Zhang Jun, but Zhang Jun's speed was obviously faster than him. With another acceleration, he kicked the ball away with the tip of his left foot, and the ball slid past the goalkeeper's hands! Next, Zhang Jun could actually drag his feet down and let the goalkeeper knock him down, resulting in a penalty. But that might be considered the act of a clever striker, but it would miss a great goal. So Zhang Jun jumped with both feet, and jumped over the goalkeeper again, then struggled to catch up with the ball, and turned around and shot with force in a very small angle!

The fourth defender had returned to the front of the goal, but he ran past a little bit, and brushed past the ball. The football hit the far end of the net, and the ball went in!!

Starting from stealing the ball, Zhang Jun ran in a diagonal line. He ran fifty meters, passed four people in a row, and scored the goal! An incredible goal! A dreamlike goal!

Zhang Jun rolled up from the ground and stood up, then rushed to the camera on the sidelines, roaring wildly at the lens, venting the depression, grievance, and dissatisfaction in his heart for the past half month.

Zhang Jun's move ignited the Veronika stadium. Six thousand people shouted Zhang Jun's name in unison. "Zhang--Jun! Zhang--Jun!! Zhang--Jun!!!"

This was Zhang Jun's home field. Who would have thought that the Milan Lab had sentenced him to death two weeks ago? Zhang Jun was using his way to fight against so-called authority. Proving to the world that he, Zhang Jun, could continue to play football, and could also score very, very beautiful goals!

Andrea was infected by the atmosphere of the scene, took out his phone and dialed back to headquarters. "Listen to this! This is Andrea's live report from Volendam for you!" He held the phone up to the stand.

"Long live Zhang Jun!! Zhang Jun! Long live!!!"

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we‘llbesinging，whenwe’rewinning，we‘llbesinging！

igetknockeddown，butigetupagain，you’renevergoingtokeepmedown！

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