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Having returned from London, Fiorentina barely had time to catch its breath before preparing for the Italian Cup match against Sampdoria. In the first leg match on February 7th, Fiorentina drew 1-1 with their opponents on the road.

Since Zhang Jun had a calf cramp during the match against Chelsea, Sabato didn't arrange for him to receive any training the next morning. Instead, Feng Qing had him go to the medical room for a massage in the morning.

The sun shone brightly on Florence on Thursday morning, making Zhang Jun, who had just returned from the wet and cold London, feel that Florence was paradise. He had to thank Ren Yudi's private plane for allowing the team to fly directly back to Florence from London on the night the game ended, so he could enjoy the Mediterranean sun so quickly.

Zhang Jun squinted, the sunshine was a little dazzling. But he didn't put on his sunglasses. Those days in London had scared him, and now he was greedy for the sun.

Parking the car in the parking lot, Zhang Jun looked at the cars parked around him. His teammates had arrived long ago, and they were probably starting training at this time.

He strolled towards Feng Qing's office alone.

Sabato was very nervous about his calf cramp in the last game, fearing that Zhang Jun's old injury would be triggered at this critical moment. If that happened, he would be inconsolable. Therefore, Feng Qing's massage recovery treatment was taken very seriously.

He went to the locker room to change his clothes first, so that Feng Qing could work on him more easily.

He had just come out of the locker room when he ran into the hurried Rio D'Arno.

The two almost collided at the door, but fortunately they noticed in time.

D'Arno was a little surprised to see Zhang Jun here, because Sabato said that Zhang Jun didn't have to come to training today. "Cap...Captain!" Zhang Jun was the person he respected most in the team besides Di Livio.

Zhang Jun responded. This D'Arno was only eighteen years old this year. He was transferred to the first team because of his excellent performance in the youth team, and he was also selected for the Italian national youth team. However, after being promoted to the first team, he didn't get many chances to play because Gasbarroni and Joaquin were in good form, and Duff was still going strong. But what was commendable was that he didn't make any complaints because he played less. He knew his position very well and was able to maintain a correct attitude.

Even now, Fiorentina's teammates still remember the "joke" when D'Arno first joined the team.

Because he himself admired Zhang Jun very much and regarded Zhang Jun as his idol, he was very excited when he received the news that he could enter the first team. On the first day he entered the first team, he was not busy adapting to the team and training, but took a notebook and looked for Zhang Jun to sign in the locker room.

At that time, Zhang Jun was stunned when he saw the notebook and pen handed to him. His mind didn't turn around for a while, and he didn't know what D'Arno was going to do. It wasn't until D'Arno said he wanted an autograph that there was a burst of laughter in the locker room. Then everyone accepted this somewhat cute little teammate.

A long time later, teammates would still mention this when joking, and tease D'Arno with it.

And every time Zhang Jun saw D'Arno, he would also think of this past event. He would scratch his head, wondering if he was really old, so old that teammates would ask him for autographs and treat him like a veteran.

D'Arno was eighteen years old, but he had a baby face, so he looked even younger than his actual age. His teammates always joked about this, and they had to be secretive about telling dirty jokes in front of D'Arno, and then laugh and watch D'Arno refute unwillingly: "I'm an adult! I know what you're talking about!"

"Why is the captain here?" D'Arno asked.

Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Hehe, I'm here for a massage. My calf cramped, so I'm getting a massage to relax."

D'Arno remembered the TV broadcast he watched at home, "So the captain won't be able to play in the Italian Cup game the day after tomorrow?"

Zhang Jun nodded: "Well, so everything depends on you guys. The boss will definitely implement a rotation system." He didn't know if Sabato would let D'Arno play in this Italian Cup game. "What are you doing back here?"

"Oh!" D'Arno seemed to have just remembered what he was doing back here. He rushed into the locker room and rummaged through his locker, "My shin guards are broken, I'm back to get a replacement." He waved the shin guards in his hand, the straps on them were broken.

Watching D'Arno rummage through his messy locker, Zhang Jun decided to go to Feng Qing's place later. Anyway, that old pervert has plenty of time all day long, so there's no harm in making him wait a little longer. He leaned against the door and asked: "Rio, what are your dreams?"

"Dreams... to become a member of the national team, and then help the team win the World Cup!" D'Arno suddenly laughed again, "Haha, but this dream definitely can't be realized now. I just want to help Fiorentina win the championship, just like the boss said, to win all the championships we can get."

Zhang Jun also laughed: "Silly boy, get on the first team first!"

"Found it!" D'Arno cheered, then threw the shin guards in his hand into the locker, then turned to Zhang Jun and said, "Yeah, I must strive to play in the first team, strive to be able to play with you, Captain!"

Zhang Jun's face turned slightly red, and he remembered the scene of D'Arno asking him for an autograph in the locker room. It was a little embarrassing to be regarded as an idol by his teammates.

"Go! Train hard, you can definitely do it!" Zhang Jun waved his hand and slapped D'Arno hard on the back, pushing him out.

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Having returned to the training ground, D'Arno was stopped by Sabato to explain the reason for the delay.

"I met the captain in the locker room." D'Arno's reason was impeccable, and Sabato just waved his hand and told him to go back to the field.

"What?" Xiang Tao shouted, "You met Zhang Jun in the locker room? Ah, he didn't molest you, did he? I heard he has a pedophilic tendency!" This was obviously a joke about D'Arno's baby face.

D'Arno's face turned red, and he immediately gritted his teeth and waved his fist at Xiang Tao: "If he's a pedophile, you're a lolicon!"

"Whoa!!" The teammates burst into cheers, cheering for D'Arno. Xiang Tao's cheap mouth had "offended" many people in the team, so every time they saw Xiang Tao being countered, they would cheer and kick him when he was down.

"Well done, Rio. You even know what a lolicon is!"

"Ahahaha!"

"Last time it was Andrella Svensson, this time it's Rio D'Arno. Xiang Tao, your control over the newcomers is getting weaker and weaker." What made Xiang Tao even more crazy was what Kru said gloomily at this time.

"Whoa!!!" The jeers grew louder. No one expected that the always silent Kru would publicly joke about Xiang Tao on the training ground.

For Xiang Tao, he could retort to anyone, except for this Kru, he couldn't do anything about it. Since Kru had spoken, he had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender.

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Zhang Jun lay on the bed, letting Feng Qing massage the muscles on his calf. Then he chatted with Feng Qing, saying one sentence after another, so as not to fall asleep out of boredom.

"Do you know why I was a little late?"

"How would I know your business?"

"I thought since you, the pervert, have time to think about beauties all day long, it wouldn't hurt to make you wait a little longer... Ouch!" Feng Qing used a little force on his hand, and Zhang Jun cried out. "Haha, okay, okay, I'm joking, I'm joking! How dare I say anything about our Feng Qing, who is loved by everyone, admired by all, and adored by cars? Ouch, lighter with your hands..."

Feng Qing sighed, "Really, Zhang Jun was so pure back then, he lived under the same roof with Sophie for so long, and he was only satisfied with kissing. And now... he even has such dirty thoughts. Alas! The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are not what they used to be!"

Zhang Jun curled his lips, "I don't know who taught me those dirty things in the first place... Actually, I met Rio in the locker room, so I chatted with him for a few words."

"Rio?" From Feng Qing's tone, he seemed to be trying hard to recall what a person with this name looked like.

"I think only beauties can have a photographic memory... Ouch! Rio D'Arno, he's Rio with the baby face in the team!"

"Oh-- I remember, that kid has a good body, so he rarely comes here, so you can't blame me." Feng Qing was busy clearing himself.

Zhang Jun ignored Feng Qing's words, he said to himself. "I asked him what his dreams were, and the first thing he said was to join the Italian national team and win the World Cup. Actually, I was a little surprised when I heard this, because he can't even guarantee a substitute position in Fiorentina's first team, but he can still say such things. Although he entered the Italian national youth team, it doesn't mean he will definitely be able to be promoted to the national team. The football world is changing too fast now... who can guarantee that he will still be popular in two years?"

Feng Qing used a little more force on his hand, "What's so surprising about this? Small people also have big dreams. The current Rio is indeed a small person that no one pays attention to compared to you, but weren't you and Yang Pan small people that no one paid attention to when you were in the Netherlands? Yang Pan still swore that he would lead the Chinese team to win the World Cup. In my opinion, leading the Chinese team to win the World Cup is much more difficult than following Italy to win the World Cup. It's a good thing for young people to have confidence, unlike you, who are so old that you have no fighting spirit."

Zhang Jun touched his forehead, and there were indeed some wrinkles. "When you say this, I remembered Rio asking me for an autograph, it felt like I should be a retired player in the club's management. But I'm only twenty-eight years old, am I really old? Have I lost my youthful vigor, passion and enthusiasm?"

Feng Qing patted Zhang Jun's butt: "Okay, sit up."

Zhang Jun turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, putting on his clothes.

"Zhang Jun, I have something else to tell you." Feng Qing said with a serious face. Seeing his expression, Zhang Jun also sat upright on the edge of the bed, and then looked at him.

"I don't know if you're old at heart, but your body... do you still remember what I said when I treated your leg?"

Zhang Jun nodded, he already knew what Feng Qing was going to say to him.

"Well, in fact, twenty-eight years old is a golden age for a professional player, when the body and experience are at their best. It's the same for you, you're in great shape now."

Zhang Jun didn't speak, waiting quietly for Feng Qing to continue.

"But you should have heard the saying 'extreme prosperity is followed by decline', right? Precisely because you are at your peak now, once this peak passes, you will fall down very quickly. And because your feet themselves are full of scars, your rate of decline will be faster than others, which means you don't have much of your career left."

Zhang Jun smiled: "Brother Feng, you just want to tell me this with a serious face? Haven't I thought about these things long before I agreed to accept your treatment? Since I agreed at the beginning, I must have been mentally prepared to bear all the consequences. I also know my body very well, I won't play if I can't play, as long as I can safely finish this World Cup, I will accept it even if I have to retire in the following season."

Feng Qing was a little surprised that these words came out of Zhang Jun's mouth. "Aren't you at all nostalgic for professional football? Can you just leave as you say?"

"Brother Feng, what makes me nostalgic is football, not professional football. For me, even if I retire, it doesn't mean I won't be in contact with football." After saying that, Zhang Jun jumped off the bed, and then stretched. "I feel much better, traditional Chinese medicine is really amazing, hehe. Then I'm going back."

Feng Qing nodded: "Well, don't lift weights for now, go back and rest well. If something happens to you again, Sabato will definitely kill me."

"Hehe, you also have people you're afraid of? Don't worry, Fiorentina is not Zhang Jun's team alone, all the teammates are working hard, even without me, they can still let the team continue to move forward, until they win the final victory. The rotation system is not just for letting everyone go on stage like a revolving lantern to get appearances." He thought of Rio, when he said "to become a member of the national team, and then help the team win the World Cup", his expression must have been very firm, because his voice was very firm.

Small people also have big dreams?

Hehe.

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The next day, Zhang Jun had already trained with the team. Cramps were not a big deal, for the players, it was simply commonplace. However, for the players who participated in the away game against Chelsea, their training volume was not large, it could be said to be recovery training.

And for those who didn't go to London and didn't play, the training volume continued to increase, in order to ensure that their physical fitness would not be a problem.

Regarding the Italian Cup game against Sampdoria tomorrow, Sabato had already announced the roster. It wasn't much of an accident that Zhang Jun didn't appear on the starting list. It was normal for Sabato to save his strength for the league and the Italian Cup later.

Kru and Mascherano were also not on the starting list like him. Sabato had replaced Fiorentina's entire central axis. This made many people worry about their Italian Cup game, and the happiest person was Sampdoria's coach, Novellino.

Because he saw hope of advancing to the final from Fiorentina's almost completely changed starting lineup.

Fiorentina's starting lineup was the product of Sabato's insistence on implementing the rotation system.

Goalkeeper Frey. Defenders Xiang Tao, Svensson, Bonera, Lahm. Defensive midfielder Donadel, attacking midfielder Montolivo, left midfielder Duff, right midfielder D'Arno. The two forwards were Pazzini and Van Persie.

When D'Arno heard from Sabato that he would start in tomorrow's game, he was so excited that he only nodded. He answered "Yes! Yes! Yes!" to whatever Sabato said.

Zhang Jun was also very happy for D'Arno. He trains hard every day, isn't he waiting for this opportunity? Although it's just the Italian Cup that no one pays attention to, if you want to realize your dream of joining the Italian national team and helping the team win the World Cup, then you have to take the first step from here!

The Italian media's biggest concern about this starting list was the frequent visitor to the national youth team, Fiorentina's newcomer - Rio D'Arno.

Previously, some media had criticized Sabato for being too utilitarian and not giving the rising stars of Italy a chance to train. Now they had nothing to say.

Some people said that Sabato's arrangement of the starting lineup was a clear indication that he didn't pay attention to the Italian Cup game, and some people said that this was actually the best time for Sabato to test how strong his subordinates were, because for people like D'Arno, if they could help the team win, wouldn't that prove their ability? Prove it to Sabato, prove it to the coach of the national youth team, and prove it to the coach of the Italian national team.

Some people were also calling for not giving D'Arno too much pressure, after all, he was only eighteen years old, and he had only played a total of three hundred and thirteen minutes of experience in Serie A.

Opinions varied.

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"Rio D'Arno, born in Florence on July 15, 1992, is one meter eight zero tall and weighs seventy-one kilograms. He plays as a midfielder on the wing, is good with both feet, is fast, and has excellent skills. He is a good player on the wing. He is currently the main right midfielder of the Italian national youth team and is considered to be a rising star in Italy. Disadvantages: lack of experience."

Sampdoria's coach, Novellino, looked at this information about D'Arno several times, but he couldn't see anything amazing about this person. Because there were too few game videos about him, he couldn't draw a direct conclusion. He could only make a horizontal comparison: was he better than Joaquin?

Who was Joaquin? With his outstanding performance in Fiorentina, he is now the main right midfielder of the Spanish national team, fast, skilled, and has a shooting skill. Such a powerful person was completely blocked by his tactics in the first leg match with them, so what is there to worry about this fledgling D'Arno?

He turned his attention to Duff on the left, who had not played many times this season due to physical reasons, but the old ginger is still hot, how to say he is also a guy who needs special attention.

Fiorentina is good at flying with both wings, just look at their Joaquin and Gasbarroni. However, in tomorrow's game, as long as he blocks their wings, there is no reason why Sampdoria, who will send all their main players, will lose to Fiorentina, who are half substitutes.

The league title is out of the question, and the UEFA Cup is already in the bag. The final goal of this season is one title - the Italian Cup title.

Novellino closed his eyes and began to dream his beautiful dream.

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On April 16th, Fiorentina faced Sampdoria at the Franchi Stadium, playing at home.

Speaking of which, Fiorentina and Sampdoria, who were once both one of the seven sisters of Serie A, are no longer on the same path. Fiorentina is the defending champion of Serie A and a strong team that has entered the semi-finals of the Champions League. And although Sampdoria successfully returned to Serie A and successfully stayed in Serie A, they no longer have the strength to compete for the title. Their goal every season is to firmly secure the top six in the league. The UEFA Cup is the minimum requirement, and they will consider the Champions League qualification when they have the ability and luck.

Therefore, this game was hyped up by the ill-intentioned media as a showdown between the former seven sisters, with Sampdoria wanting to prove that they are no weaker than Fiorentina.

And as if deliberately cooperating with the media, Sampdoria's coach, Novellino, publicly talked about his evaluation of Fiorentina in an interview before the game.

"Fiorentina is only lucky to have a rich boss. In other respects, they are no different from us."

Sabato also retorted without hesitation: "Yes, yes. Luck is also essential in football!"

An ordinary Italian Cup game was forcibly hyped into a highly anticipated focus battle with the cooperation of all parties.

Di Livio was still very worried about this situation. As Fiorentina's games continued, he was always worried about this and worried about that. He was worried about whether Fiorentina, with half of the team being substitutes, could withstand the ill-intentioned attention of the media, and especially worried about whether D'Arno could play an excellent game under this pressure.

And Sabato kept reducing his pressure: "Don't worry! It's nothing, our players, whether they are main players or substitutes, are not so fragile that they will be scared to play football by a few fart words from the media. What kind of team is Fiorentina? It's a team that has never lacked controversy, we are being ill-intentioned by the media all the time! As Fiorentina players, we are already used to this kind of life!"

Sabato said it with enthusiasm, and Di Livio secretly kept wiping his sweat: he even regarded these as pride!

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The enthusiasm of Fiorentina fans was fully reflected in this game. Although it was just an ordinary Italian Cup semi-final, the Franchi Stadium was packed.

Fiorentina has been in good shape recently, and they insist on attacking football, which makes the fans feel that every Fiorentina game is a pleasure, so naturally they will not miss any opportunity to enjoy it.

The tactics that Sabato formulated for the team were to play according to the way they often used to play before. Sampdoria is not a special opponent, so there is no need to take special care of them.

Looking at the packed stadium and listening to the noisy shouts, D'Arno felt a little nervous. He knew very well how important this game was. Sabato had said that they would win the triple crown this season, so the Italian Cup semi-final must not be lost first.

Because Zhang Jun didn't have anything to do with this game, he had been leisurely observing others. It was actually a very interesting thing to observe others from a corner.

He could see that D'Arno was very nervous, because he looked a little absent-minded, looking around, not knowing what he was thinking. This wouldn't work, Zhang Jun also knew what this game meant to Salerno. If he performed well, he might embark on the road to stardom from then on, if he didn't perform well, he might be submerged in more rookies.

Wasn't AC Milan's Borriello highly expected when he debuted? As a result, he couldn't play in Milan, and gradually wore away his spirituality after moving around, and now he has become mediocre.

He didn't want D'Arno to become the second Borriello.

Sabato also saw D'Arno's nervousness. The only thing he had to worry about in this game was this young player who had received too much attention from the media before the game. He decided to have a good talk with him when there was no one around, so as not to take on unnecessary burdens.

He waved his hand, told the players to prepare to play, but left D'Arno alone.

Sabato pinched D'Arno's shoulders: "You're shaking, what are you nervous about?"

"N...not nervous." D'Arno denied stutteringly.

"Your words are stuttering, and you're still not nervous? Okay, I know what you're nervous about, I was just asking knowingly. The media is just like that, you don't have to pay attention to what they say. I'm letting you play because you're helpful to the team, you're playing for yourself, not for those media. So just play your own game well, and don't think too much about other things."

D'Arno nodded hesitantly.

Di Livio next to him waved to him: "Okay, go out, it's time to play."

D'Arno quickly turned around and ran out.

"I don't think your words had any effect." Di Livio shook his head.

"It's strange, what I said clearly has an effect on others, why doesn't it work on him?" Sabato couldn't figure it out either.

Di Livio said angrily: "Not everyone can accept your set of arguments. Pray, pray that he doesn't make mistakes."

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Although Zhang Jun had already gone out, he hadn't left. Instead, he waited outside the locker room, leaning against the wall.

D'Arno ran out of the locker room, and was a little surprised to find that Zhang Jun was still outside.

"Why hasn't the captain left yet?"

"Hehe, I have something to wait for the boss." Zhang Jun made up a lie casually.

"Oh, then I'll go first." D'Arno said and was about to run, but was stopped by Zhang Jun. "Wait, Rio."

"Is there anything, Captain?" D'Arno turned around and asked Zhang Jun.

"Uh... it's nothing, I just have a premonition that you will score a goal today, so, good luck!"

D'Arno smiled, "Thank you, Captain." He bowed to Zhang Jun, then turned around and ran away again.

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Sabato's hand stopped on the doorknob, then he turned around and said to Di Livio: "It still had an effect, haha!"

Di Livio gave him a white eye: "You should be thankful that you have such an excellent captain."

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When Zhang Jun slowly strolled back to the bench, the players were already preparing to play. He walked to Kru's side, then sat down carelessly, comfortably stretched, and said to Kru: "I don't even want to warm up for this game."

"In fact, we don't need to." Kru said with his arms folded.

"It's a pity that Xiang Tao has to play, otherwise it would be very lively here." Zhang Jun looked at Xiang Tao standing on the field. The reason why Xiang Tao would play in this game was also because he didn't play for long in the London game, so there was no problem with his physical strength.

Kru raised the corner of his mouth: "Do you still want to play cards here?"

Zhang Jun smiled. "I didn't intentionally want to stimulate Sampdoria's coach."

After the routine ceremony, the game officially started.

Before the game, many media believed that even if Fiorentina had the home advantage, their chances of winning were not optimistic, after all, most of them were substitute players. Some tabloids even believed that Sabato was going to give up the Italian Cup game and use this game to train the team - Sabato dismissed this argument and was too lazy to refute it.

He knew his players, they would soon surprise those media.

In the previous round, Novellino's tactics did curb his two wings, but that was because he chose to be conservative in the away game for the purpose of adjusting the team's state, so that Sampdoria had the opportunity to tie them at home.

Now that they are back at their home stadium, at a critical moment in the league, the team needs a special victory to boost their morale, so Sabato doesn't need to be polite to Novellino.

Even Sampdoria's coach, Novellino, was very optimistic: Fiorentina had just returned from a fierce battle with Chelsea in London, and were physically and mentally exhausted. In addition, they had replaced most of their main players. And his team was waiting for work, sending all their main players, challenging with the strongest lineup, there was no reason to not win.

But the game had just started, and it gave him a blow to the head.

Duff crossed from the left, and after being cleared out by Sampdoria's defender, it fell to Montolivo's feet on the outside. Montolivo passed the ball into the penalty area again, Pazzini jumped high with his back to the goal, flicked his head, the ball drew an arc, and flew into the far corner of the goal!

Fiorentina easily took a 1:0 lead over Sampdoria, at this time it was only seven minutes and twenty-one seconds after the start of the game.

The Franchi Stadium erupted in the first cheer.

Novellino bit his teeth and rushed to the sidelines, shouting at his players, telling them to pay attention to defense.

Sabato just sat in his seat and shrugged, smiling.

Zhang Jun was also a little surprised. He jumped up from his seat and took the lead in cheering. But taking advantage of the interval between the cheers, he still took the time to say to Kru: "I didn't expect to score so early. Now I'm even more determined not to warm up."

There were various claims before the game, to sum up, they were all worried about Fiorentina's substitutes. But they seemed to have overlooked one situation:

In fact, sometimes substitute players are often stronger and more combative than main players. Because they have not been able to play for a long time, their desire to perform is even stronger, and sometimes the game effect is better. Which is more terrible, a hungry tiger or a full and listless tiger? Does this need to be said?

So Fiorentina at this time is a typical "hungry tiger", seeing Sampdoria, it's like seeing a fat sheep, wishing to swallow it in one bite.

After Pazzini opened the door to victory for the team, Fiorentina's marginal figures began their performance.

In the twenty-ninth minute, Pazzini suddenly fired a shot from the corner of the large penalty area. Sampdoria's goalkeeper tried his best to save it. Although he didn't let the ball in, he didn't catch the ball either. The ball bounced to the other side, and Van Persie, who had been waiting there for a long time, pushed the ball into the empty goal without any suspense. 2:0!

Novellino's face had begun to turn green.

In the thirty-fifth minute, just six minutes after the second goal, Fiorentina made a comeback.

Duff's breakthrough on the left was very wonderful. After he dribbled past two defenders in a row, he passed the ball to the goal.

Pazzini and Van Persie, who were fighting for the ball in front of the goal, were both feints, their main role was to attract the attention of Sampdoria's defenders and goalkeeper, the real killer move was behind.

D'Arno quickly inserted, then aimed at the landing point of the ball, and without waiting for the ball to stop, he met it with a shot!

The ball drilled into the goal from the top of the goalkeeper's head in a very small angle!

D'Arno scored!

And it was still a wonderful volley shot from a small angle!

After scoring the goal, D'Arno didn't hug others, but quickly jumped up from the ground, then ran all the way to the front of Fiorentina's bench and hugged Zhang Jun.

"This goal is for you, Captain! Thank you for your help! Thank you!" He shouted frantically in Zhang Jun's ear, if it wasn't for what Zhang Jun said before the game, maybe he would still be nervous about this and nervous about that.

Saliva splashed all over Zhang Jun's face, Zhang Jun had no choice but to use D'Arno's jersey to wipe it, then pushed him away and gave him a hard slap: "Okay! Stop being so sentimental, go on the field and continue to teach them a lesson! Continue to prove yourself!"

Xiang Tao kept snickering in the back, imitating D'Arno's tone and shouting: "Captain~ People are so good to you..."

Zhang Jun turned around and kicked Xiang Tao in the butt: "Damn! You also get back on the field for me!"

D'Arno, who had returned to the field again, performed quite actively, assisting in defense, and also shooting himself, doing everything methodically, without showing any sign of being a fledgling rookie.

Zhang Jun remembered D'Arno's dream again: to become a member of the Italian national team and help the team win the World Cup. To help Fiorentina win all the championships they can win.

Feng Qing said that small people also have small dreams.

But... Zhang Jun turned his head and said to Kru on the side: "This kid Rio will become a great figure in the future."

He is worthy of those dreams.

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In the first half, Fiorentina led Sampdoria 3:0, with a total score of 4:1. The tone of this game had actually been set, and the result was already without suspense.

During the halftime break, everyone surrounded D'Arno, congratulating him on his goal. This was the first goal he had scored in an official game since he played for the first team, and it was so wonderful.

"Okay, comrades!" Xiang Tao waved his hand, "Everyone listen to me, this week's best goal is Rio's! It's not easy for people to score their first goal, so don't compete for it later, score two less goals in the second half, so as not to steal Rio's limelight!"

"Hiss--!!"

"Xiang! No one will treat you as a mute if you don't speak!"

"Boss, don't say that, people are also kind..."

As a result, the precious halftime break quietly slipped away in a messy atmosphere. When they should have gone on the field, Sabato realized that he hadn't said what he should have said. He had originally planned to make some tactical changes in response to Sampdoria's possible adjustments in the second half.

But on second thought: forget it, since they played so well in the first half, then wouldn't it be good to continue like this in the second half?

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Novellino's team did not give up, they were still working hard to attack, it was the professional ethics and dignity of professional players that supported them, not giving up in such a difficult situation.

Sampdoria is a respectable team, although their coach is a bit silly sometimes.

But professional football is also cruel, Fiorentina will not show mercy just because Sampdoria is respectable and has not given up. Nor did they really score two less goals because of Xiang Tao's joke during the halftime break. For the substitute players, this was a rare opportunity to show themselves, they would not let it go.

What's more, D'Arno, who was in good shape today?

Sampdoria strengthened their defense against D'Arno, but D'Arno very cleverly switched positions with Duff, going to the left wing, and breaking Novellino's arrangement at once.

When Duff was at Chelsea, he played as a right midfielder for a season because he wanted to give Robben a position, and he played very well. This time he suddenly switched to the right wing, and he didn't adapt to it at all.

And D'Arno himself is good with both feet, he can play as a left midfielder and a right midfielder in the second team. So he is just as active when he switches to the left.

Sampdoria's attempt to curb Fiorentina's tactics of flying with both wings completely failed.

And after D'Arno switched to the left, Xiang Tao rarely went up to assist. Because he also knew that D'Arno's attacking talent was excellent, there was no need to let this kid retreat frequently to defend because of his own assist.

Originally, when Duff was on the left, Xiang Tao and him had a 50-50 split between attack and defense. Whoever went up, the other would consciously come back to participate in the defense. But now Xiang Tao was willing to shrink back and defend.

Zhang Jun also noticed this situation on the field, he smiled and said to Kru on the side: "Xiang Tao teases whoever the most, then whoever he cares about the most."

"Your words make it seem like Xiang Tao has fallen in love with Rio."

Zhang Jun quickly made a "hush" gesture: "Don't talk nonsense! It would be bad if that kid heard it... Oh, no, it would be bad if Youyou heard it."

The two were joking about Xiang Tao underneath, and on the field, after Xiang Tao intercepted the opponent's pass, he passed it straight to D'Arno. It looked like Xiang Tao used all his strength for this ball, so the ball was passed a little too far. But after D'Arno started running, everyone had to admire how well Xiang Tao passed this ball!

Yes, if you pass the ball directly to D'Arno's feet, then the time it takes for him to adjust is enough for the opponent to defend him closely. But if you kick the ball forward, you can just take advantage of D'Arno's fast speed.

D'Arno whirled around