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As luck would have it, the sky over Turin was gloomy and drizzling on May 4th, the day of the fierce battle between Fiorentina and Torino.

The match was scheduled for 4:30 p.m., and the Torino fans' commemoration of the 57th anniversary of the Superga air disaster began in the early afternoon. As Torino's chances of direct promotion to Serie A depended on this match, the commemoration was particularly grand, with nearly 40,000 fans participating in the procession.

The procession started near the Stadio Comunale, where Torino won their seventh and, to date, last Serie A title in 1976. The procession then passed through Corso Re Umberto and paused briefly in front of a tombstone commemorating Meroni, a rising star of Torino who died in a car accident in 1967. The current Torino chairman, Attilio Romero, was in the car that caused the accident.

Interestingly, the procession also encountered a strike march by a team of Fiat employees. The two groups passed each other without interfering. Fiat's economy has been declining in recent years, and the frequent strikes have even become a special sight in Turin, which the locals have grown accustomed to.

The climax of the commemoration was the return of the procession to the Stadio Comunale. The match had not yet started, and tens of thousands of people gathered outside the stadium in the rain. No one shouted slogans, and no one gave rousing speeches. Most people quietly lined up in the square, waiting to step forward and offer flowers to the small stone tablet inscribed with "Torino, Superga, 1949.05.04," insert Torino's team flag, and then hang Torino scarves on it.

The whole event proceeded slowly, but it was very solemn and respectful. Many older fans couldn't help but shed tears when offering flowers. They must have thought of that glorious era, those heroes who built the dynasty. When they sent them to Portugal, they were all full of vigor, but they didn't expect that when they came back, there would only be corpses with unrecognizable faces. The team captain, Valentino Mazzola, left his young son, Sandro Mazzola, with only a pair of broken shoes.

When the commemoration ended, the fans began to enter the stadium. The Torino fans in the stadium swept away the oppressive atmosphere just now. They shouted, they sang, they wanted to turn the Stadio Comunale into a "hellish home stadium" that would frighten Fiorentina.

Fiorentina arrived at the stadium forty-five minutes before the match. Zhang Jun was taken aback by the flowers, team flags, and scarves piled up like a small mountain outside the stadium. Riganò told him that it meant the Torino fans had just finished commemorating.

"Although I'm a Bull, I would never dare to do any bull-related celebrations at Torino's home stadium," Riganò said to Zhang Jun, looking at the memorials outside the car window.

Zhang Jun was a little surprised. He thought there was nothing in this world that could make the Bull feel fear.

"You don't know, in a Torino derby a few years ago, Juventus' Maresca made a bull gesture to the Torino fans after scoring a goal, which almost caused a large-scale fan riot. The scene was very scary at the time. The Torino fans wanted to rush into the stadium, but were stopped by riot police. They were like bulls seeing red, and cursed Maresca for tens of minutes. Maresca was afraid to take the ball in the end, and didn't dare to throw the ball in from the sidelines, or ask for water. In the end, the coach had to substitute him."

As Riganò spoke, Zhang Jun simulated the scene in his mind. After scoring a goal, Maresca proudly put his hands on both sides of his temples, imitating a bull. On the opposite stands were furious Torino fans.

Zhang Jun cursed in a low voice in Chinese, "Idiot!" He didn't know why Maresca would do this. Even if it was a derby, even if it was a fierce city rivalry, some things should not be mocked or desecrated. The bull gesture, Juventus' dominance, Torino's decline, the derby war—putting these things together would surely make the Torino fans think of the past glory and the Superga air disaster. Zhang Jun hated people who laughed at others' disasters from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, Zhang Jun didn't know that not all Juventus fans and players were like Maresca. At least every year, many Juventus fans and some Juventus players participate in the commemoration of the Superga air disaster. On May 4th, they only cried for Torino and only cried for football.

Zhang Jun looked at the drizzle outside the window and sighed in his heart. This was indeed a suitable weather for mourning. He just didn't know how the match would develop. If we win them at Torino's home stadium, these fans will definitely not be happy. They also want to use a victory on this special day to comfort the heroes' spirits in heaven, right?

However, in order to rest for a few more days and to fulfill the promise he made when he first arrived in Florence, he had to win this match as well. He wouldn't give the victory to anyone.

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Zhang Jun felt the "enthusiasm" of the Torino fans during the warm-up, and his feelings became even deeper during the match. As long as a Fiorentina player got the ball, he would immediately hear boos and jeers. When Fiorentina missed a shot or made a mistake, they would cheer unscrupulously.

The entire Fiorentina team felt a lot of pressure. After all, it was an away game. They shouted "We must win! We must win!" verbally, but when it came to the match, their mentality was still a little different from at home.

Although it was a "decisive battle," Mondonico was not overwhelmed by the media hype. He did not engage in a head-on attack with Torino in their home stadium, but adopted a more conservative defense and counterattack strategy. Fiorentina had the capital to play defense and counterattack, so why not?

Zhang Jun and Riganò's positions were still staggered, one on the left and one on the right, one in front and one behind. Mondonico knew that Torino was strong and had the home advantage. He didn't intend to get entangled with Torino in midfield, and asked his players to pass the ball quickly through midfield, and then rely on the personal skills of the forwards to decide the outcome of the match. This was what Mondonico thought of from Zhang Jun's surprising state in the previous few matches. Since the team had a forward who was considered first-class even in Serie A, why not maximize his power?

Riganò's headed pass and ball-making ability, and Zhang Jun's speed, skill, and awareness—this was the most terrifying forward combination in Serie B.

And Torino had the best defense in the league.

Just like the media said before the match, this was a contest between the most powerful attack and the strongest defense in Serie B.

Who would be the winner in the end?

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Zhang Jun broke through diagonally. He dribbled the ball very quickly, almost unstoppable, unless the opponent fouled... Comotto's fierce tackle made Zhang Jun fall directly to the ground, and the ball was naturally intercepted. Zhang Jun looked a little painful after falling. He didn't get up immediately, but lay on the ground. However, the referee signaled the match to continue and did not make any indication of this "suspected" foul. This aroused the dissatisfaction of more than 2,000 Fiorentina fans, and their boos even drowned out the cheers of the Torino fans.

Zhang Jun felt that his left foot, which had just been tackled, was a little sore. However, since the referee didn't blow his whistle, lying on the ground was just wasting Fiorentina's time, so he stood up and continued to devote himself to the match. The Fiorentina fans turned their applause to him.

This was just a small episode. Torino's defense was indeed strong, and fouling was naturally part of the defense. Zhang Jun and Riganò were both treated like this. For more than ten minutes, Zhang Jun had not had a decent shot, and his partner Riganò was not doing much better.

It seemed that Torino's coach had put a lot of effort into targeting him and the Bull. The opponent knew that the main reason for Fiorentina's recent surge in the rankings was that the two forwards were in excellent form.

Torino implemented a man-marking tactic against him and Riganò, which was a tactic that attacking players hated very much.

Comotto, who was responsible for marking him, was very tenacious, which gave Zhang Jun a headache. It wasn't that this person was so strong, but the momentum he showed gave Zhang Jun some pressure. Zhang Jun also knew that this momentum was not possessed by Comotto alone, because today, this special day, greatly increased Torino's combat power.

No Torino player wanted to act like a coward in this match.

Fiorentina's players underestimated this, because they had never challenged Torino away from home on the anniversary of the Superga air disaster.

Now they knew that the Stadio Comunale in Turin on this day was definitely hell.

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Riganò made a mistake in dribbling the ball and was successfully intercepted by Torino's Francesco Carbone, who then made a long pass to the frontcourt.

At this time, Fiorentina had just attacked, and most of the players were in Torino's half of the field and had no time to return to defense. Di Livio was dragging behind. Torino's forward, number 10, the Brazilian Pinga, got the ball and sprinted forward.

Di Livio wanted to intercept the ball first, but Pinga accelerated faster than him, poked the ball to the side, and jumped up to avoid Di Livio's tackle. In this way, there was no Fiorentina defender in front of him! He faced the goalkeeper directly, a one-on-one!

The Torino fans had all stood up to cheer, while Mondonico squeezed the water bottle in his hand and watched the goal nervously.

The Argentine Cejas attacked, and Pinga shot!

The ball brushed past Cejas and rolled into the empty goal behind Cejas along the grass!

Torino scored!

"God damn it!" Mondonico threw the water bottle in his hand out violently.

The Stadio Comunale rang with deafening cheers at that moment!

The Torino players on the field cheered and rushed towards Pinga, who scored the goal. Even the goalkeeper traversed the entire field and ran to the Fiorentina goal to participate in the celebration.

Zhang Jun stood in the frontcourt with his hands on his hips, watching the Torino players hugging each other.

Thirty minutes into the first half, they conceded a goal first. Their morale was high, the timing and location were favorable, and the people were united. This match was really difficult to play.

Zhang Jun flicked the hair that was sticking to his forehead. Ten minutes ago, after being tackled by Comotto, he felt a little pain in his left ankle.

Maybe he was too tired, Zhang Jun thought. Then he should score quickly and help the team overtake the score, so that he could rest for a few more days.

Riganò was blaming himself for the mistake just now. Zhang Jun went up and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't mumble, hurry up and kick off, we still have time."

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After scoring the goal, Torino did not defend passively. On the contrary, they pounced out to attack and once suppressed Fiorentina so much that they couldn't raise their heads. They threatened the goal many times. Fortunately, the entire Fiorentina team worked together to avoid falling behind by a large score at the end of the first half.

Also, because Torino attacked too fiercely in the final stage of the first half, Zhang Jun and Riganò did not have any chance to shoot and score. So at half-time, the score was still 1-0, with Torino leading at home.

The atmosphere in the locker room was a bit depressing. Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent. They lacked a sufficient estimate of the difficulty of this match. The first half was a complete failure.

Mondonico was also very angry about the goal conceded in the first half, but now was not the time to scold people. What this team needed now was not scolding, but encouragement, to arouse their confidence in victory.

"We didn't play well in the first half, everyone knows it in their hearts. There's no point in saying anything more here. But I won't allow you to make mistakes in the second half. We must win this match. We are stronger than them, and we should win! Think about the past. Most of the people sitting here came when this Fiorentina team was just established. Think about how you got to where you are today step by step. The efforts of the past four years were all for this moment! We survived when we couldn't pay our salaries! We survived when we couldn't use the name Fiorentina! We survived after losing a key battle in the playoffs! Now, what else can stop us? Tell me, is there anything?"

"No!!" The answer was unanimous.

"Very good, nothing can stop us from returning to Serie A! In the second half, use practical actions to tell Torino that we will definitely be promoted ahead of schedule! Defeat them! Crush them!"

"Yeah!!"

This remark made everyone's blood boil. Several people stood up from their seats, eager to rush out and beat up Torino. Only Zhang Jun felt a little awkward in his heart, but that's how professional football is. No one cares how glorious you once were. If you're not good now, you're not good. When it's time to beat someone up, you must not be soft-hearted. As a professional player, it's not his turn to speak up for his opponents.

Riganò patted Zhang Jun hard, "Score in the second half! We win!"

"Will you assist me?" Zhang Jun asked with a smile.

"I will assist you!" Riganò replied very seriously.

This moved Zhang Jun a little, because he was just joking just now. He stood up and said to Riganò, "Okay, let's both score goals, 2-1, and defeat them!"

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"Torino played very actively in the first half. While consolidating their defense, their counterattacks were also very sharp. And they seized a mistake by the entire Fiorentina team and scored a goal. Now Torino leads 1-0 at home. Fiorentina clearly didn't get into the game in the first half. Whether it was the forwards or the defenders, they all seemed to be moving heavily. Maybe Torino's home stadium put a lot of pressure on them. Today is a special day. Torino needs a victory more urgently than ever, and maybe Fiorentina's plan to be promoted ahead of schedule will fall through."

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Di Livio clapped his hands and shouted to the Fiorentina players in the player tunnel, "The second half is the decisive battle! We can't lose! Even if it's an away game, we must win!"

The Torino captain, Simone Giaccherino, was also encouraging morale, "This is our home stadium! There's no reason to let the opponent win! Think about what day it is today, we must not lose!"

The players on both sides roared. No one was willing to lose to the other in terms of voice. The contest between the two teams began like this.

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Perhaps the Torino defenders were very proud of the mediocrity of the strongest forward combination in the second half of Serie B in the first half, because Fiorentina had never had a match without scoring goals when Zhang Jun and Riganò played at the same time. Even if they lost, they would definitely score goals.

Before the match, the coach told them that due to insufficient physical strength, the combat power of this forward combination would be greatly reduced. Judging from the first half, the coach was right. At least Zhang Jun, who had been very active in the previous few matches, ran very little in the first half and had very few shots.

But Zhang Jun gave Torino a head-on blow just five minutes after the start of the second half, which cooled down the boiling Stadio Comunale all of a sudden.

Maspero made a long diagonal pass from the wing to the center. Riganò jumped up but didn't get the ball, but he attracted the opponent's defensive attention very well. So when Zhang Jun cut in diagonally from the other side and received the ball, someone noticed that there was no obstruction in front of this most dangerous person. He faced the goalkeeper directly!

A defender rushed in from behind before Zhang Jun entered the penalty area and made a tackle, trying to destroy this attack. Even if he couldn't tackle the ball, he would knock the person down!

But Zhang Jun poked the ball to the side, just staggered a bit, and rushed into the penalty area!

When Zhang Jun entered the penalty area, it was undoubtedly like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Those defenders in the Dutch league must have felt the same way. Because as a center forward, Zhang Jun's shooting accuracy was too high.

Goalkeeper Stefano Sorrentino planned to attack to block Zhang Jun's shooting angle, but Zhang Jun was obviously faster than him. He raised his right foot and poked it quickly. Sorrentino fell to the ground, and he撲ed the ball!

But the rain made the ball wet and slippery. He didn't catch it. The ball just bounced to the side and then rolled past the goal line. The ball went in!

After shooting, Zhang Jun staggered a few steps and finally couldn't support himself and滑ed down on the grass. Before he had time to get up and cheer, he was pressed down by the strong Riganò. He was still howling, "Draw! We are now drawing!"

The Torino fans, who had been making noise non-stop and trying to put pressure on Zhang Jun, all quieted down for a while, and only the cheers of more than 2,000 Fiorentina fans who came with the team could be heard.

"It's really unexpected. Fiorentina equalized the score at the beginning of the second half! The goal was scored by Zhang Jun, their second-highest scorer! He was only loaned in during the winter transfer window, and he has done in just half a season what others may not be able to do in a season! He is helping Fiorentina get closer to their dream step by step!"

Zhang Jun had just struggled to stand up from the crowd when he bumped into Di Livio. The old captain hugged him tightly, "Well done! They have begun to waver!"

Zhang Jun remembered what Di Livio said to him in the physiotherapy room, "We must win, because we have worked our way up from Serie C2 step by step. We have reached this point, how can I back down?" Others retire at the age of forty and enjoy their old age at home. But why does the captain still have to fight so hard with a group of teenagers on the field?

What is the captain, who is already forty years old, still working so hard for? Isn't it just to return to Serie A? To this end, he has postponed his retirement time again and again, leading a group of young men from scratch, working hard for four years, isn't it just waiting for this day?

Win Torino and get promoted ahead of schedule!

If you don't fight hard in this match today, when will you wait? Even if your left foot hurts again and your body is tired, you have to grit your teeth and persevere!

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Zhang Jun's goal brought both sides back to the starting line. It seemed difficult for Torino to score another goal, because they had only scored one point in the first half thanks to a mistake on Fiorentina's defense.

After equalizing the score, Fiorentina quickly changed their tactics according to Mondonico's requirements, playing defense and counterattack. On the basis of稳守 the backcourt, they passed the ball long to the front, relying on the personal ability of the two forwards to complete the shot.

Torino was good at defense, and Fiorentina, although good at attack, still played defense and counterattack. The situation was deadlocked again.

Zhang Jun assisted Riganò with a goal, but unfortunately Riganò's powerful header hit the crossbar. The Torino fans broke out in a cold sweat at the time, but Fiorentina sighed regretfully for a long time.

The entire Fiorentina team worked very hard, but it was Torino who took the lead in breaking this deadlock.

It was Pinga again. He broke through forcefully from the center, first using his skills to dribble past Fiorentina's Marco Andreotti. Then, when he entered the penalty area, Lucarelli rushed up. He stretched out his left foot, hoping to keep the ball.

Pinga poked the ball to the side, but he knew that even if he could get the ball, he wouldn't have any chance, the angle was too small. So he took advantage of Lucarelli's outstretched foot and leaned his left leg behind him against it. Then, he lost his balance and fell headlong to the ground, not forgetting to flip over to make the performance more realistic.

When Pinga fell in the penalty area, there were only two voices in the Stadio Comunale.

"Penalty!!"

"Dive!!"

Lucarelli raised his hands to show his innocence, while Di Livio rushed towards Pinga, who was lying on the ground, "You despicable person! Are you trying to mislead the referee?" Pinga ignored Di Livio's accusations and just hugged his legs and蜷缩ed up in pain.

His performance really worked. The referee, who鳴哨ed to stop the match, rushed into the penalty area. He pointed to the penalty spot: It was a penalty!

"Oh! This is really unfortunate! The referee gave Torino a penalty. Pinga fell in the Fiorentina penalty area. Let's take a look at the replay... Haha! The referee was fooled. Lucarelli didn't touch Pinga. On the contrary, Pinga leaned his leg on it himself. Fiorentina was really wronged, and it's no wonder Di Livio was so excited. If this goal goes in, Fiorentina will be facing a very unfavorable situation again. There are 27 minutes left in the match..."

Di Livio and Lucarelli rushed to the referee to explain to him, "It's a dive! A very obvious dive! No one touched him..."

The referee didn't want to listen to any explanations. He waved his hand and stood on the penalty spot, signaling Torino to take the penalty. He thought it was a penalty, and it was undoubtedly a penalty.

Looking at Pinga, who was just in great pain on the ground, celebrating with his teammates, but now standing in front of the ball, ready to take the penalty, Zhang Jun was very upset. What was there to be so happy about something obtained through deception?

Pinga took the penalty himself and sent the ball into Fiorentina's goal. Torino took the lead again at home, 2-1.

The Torino fans were cheering non-stop, as if they had already won the final victory.

Fiorentina, who were behind again, launched a frantic counterattack. They needed to equalize the score as soon as possible. Otherwise, Torino, who were playing at home with the support of the audience, would only become more and more courageous. They had to let Torino know that Fiorentina had not given up. This would definitely be a blow to the home team's morale.

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Zhang Jun was holding the ball. He was facing away from the direction of attack. The Torino defender's tight marking prevented him from turning around, so he had to pass the ball back to Maspero, who would reorganize the attack.

Riccardo Maspero used to play for Torino for a period of time and was Torino's former main midfielder. Later, he transferred to Fiorentina in the summer of 2002. At that time, Fiorentina had just been relegated to Serie C2. He gave up Torino's high salary and went to Fiorentina, where even salaries couldn't be paid, which made many people not understand at the time. Now, when he was standing on the field on behalf of Fiorentina competing with Torino for the right to advance ahead of schedule, maybe some people would understand his choice at that time.

In fact, he was touched by Di Livio's spirit and was summoned by him to join Fiorentina's construction cause. Di Livio told him, "There are only a few of us in this team now. I hope we can create history together and let this new Fiorentina return to Serie A."

He was good at long shots and had always been an important chess piece in Fiorentina's midfield during their campaigns in Serie C2 and Serie B. He often staged good scenes of scoring with long shots in matches.

However, he obviously hadn't found the feeling of shooting in this match. The first three shots didn't even touch the goal frame.

At this moment, Torino's defense against him was a little lax. Maspero瞄ed at the goal. The goalkeeper's position was a bit偏, and the gap on the right was slightly larger.

He suddenly swung his foot and shot from long range! The ball spun outward and went straight to the upper right corner!

Torino's goalkeeper, Sorrentino, was taken aback. It was too late to fly over and撲 it again. The ball was not within his control.

Just when Sorrentino and other Torino players were feeling desperate, the ball hit the corner where the crossbar and the upright met, and bounced out of the bottom line!

"God! Torino is still alive! Maspero's long shot was very beautiful, but today God is not on Fiorentina's side. Time is passing, and the confidence of the Fiorentina people seems to be passing away as well."

Only the first half of the commentator's words could be recognized by the Fiorentina fans. They were indeed unlucky today. As for the second half... Many Fiorentina fans who were watching the TV broadcast cursed the commentator for talking nonsense.

They were right to curse. That was indeed nonsense. If a draw was acceptable, why would the players have to fight so hard?

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Maspero got the ball. In the past few minutes, Fiorentina had compressed Torino into their own half, unable to get out, forming a siege. He passed the ball to the wing. Zhang Jun ran diagonally and received the ball, while also being forced to the wing by Comotto.

Although Zhang Jun, who was forced to the wing, could not shoot, he could pass the ball.

Facing Comotto, who was blocking the inside line, Zhang Jun's left foot quickly划ed over the ball, and then his right foot did the same action, a bicycle kick. The movement was very simple, but because Zhang Jun was a forward with extremely strong explosive power, the effect was particularly good—who knew when he would really拨 it and then rely on his starting speed to甩 off his opponent?

This was also why Denílson's bicycle kick gave people a feeling that the观赏性 was far greater than the practical value, while Ronaldo's bicycle kick was very practical. Because Denílson didn't have speed, while Ronaldo's starting speed was astonishingly fast.

Zhang Jun was like this. Every time he晃动ed his foot, Comotto swayed from side to side, wanting to retreat, but also wanting to pounce forward, hesitating and unable to make up his mind.

Zhang Jun's left foot划ed over the ball again, but he didn't touch the ball. However, Comotto's center of gravity still shifted backward. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Jun slammed the ball outward with his right foot, and then accelerated to chase the ball! In just two steps, he caught up with the ball. When Comotto readjusted his center of gravity, Zhang Jun had already passed the ball into the center.

Maspero抢ed in front of the near post, jumped up and found that he couldn't reach it. The ball fell towards the far post. However, the center back defending him also didn't head the ball. The ball just划ed past the near post. Zhang Jun's pass was very cunning. The回防 defender didn't dare to head it, fearing an own goal, and the goalkeeper didn't dare to attack rashly, fearing a mistake, letting the opponent打空門.

As a result, Riganò, who was lurking at the far post,甩 opened Carbone, who was defending him, and made a powerful header!

Sorrentino just turned his head and waved his hand. The ball went in!

In the 77th minute, Fiorentina equalized the score again! 2-2! Zhang Jun's pass was very clever, and Riganò only needed to head it. As expected of the strongest forward combination in the league! This goal gave Fiorentina hope again!"

Zhang Jun rushed over and hugged Riganò tightly. He didn't see anything behind the crowd when he passed the ball, but he knew that Riganò would definitely appear there when the ball was passed.

This was默契!

Riganò吼ed some phrases that Zhang Jun couldn't understand. Zhang Jun didn't need to understand either. Riganò wasn't吼ing for him to hear, just venting.

Just like when Torino scored their first goal, Fiorentina, and even goalkeeper Cejas, rushed over to celebrate.

Di Livio calmed down the fastest. Taking advantage of the opportunity when everyone came over to celebrate, he pulled everyone together and had them get close. "There are less than 15 minutes left in the match, this is our last chance! Our efforts for a season have been for this match! Use all your strength and let us step on our opponents and return to Serie A!"

Everyone felt their blood boiling, including Zhang Jun. Logically speaking, he was just someone who had been loaned here. Regardless of whether Fiorentina could be promoted or not, it had nothing to do with him. He had regained his form and regained the attention of the giants. He could completely conserve his energy in the remaining matches and wait to report to the national team after the season. As long as he did it smartly, no one would be able to tell that he was slacking off.

But now he found that his heart was already with Fiorentina and would be happy and sad with the team's performance.

Let's fight, it's just this one match!

Regardless of whether I stay or leave, this period must be圆满ly ended.

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Zhang Jun tried to穿 Comotto's裆 on the wing, but he was blocked by the敏捷 Comotto. The ball rolled towards the sideline, and neither of them wanted to let the ball go out of bounds. Comotto rushed forward directly, while Zhang Jun turned around first, then reached out to stop Comotto, while also chasing the ball himself.

Seeing that neither of them was going to be able to抢到 the ball, they both铲ed towards the ball at the same time, but they didn't 铲到 the ball, only 铲ed up a piece of water.

Zhang Jun was really拼命, it was rare to see him抢ing the ball in the frontcourt so奋不顾身. In the past, if that kind of situation happened, it would have been out of bounds, anyway, it was still Fiorentina's ball.

Even if Comotto kicked his knee, he didn't care, and he got up to throw the ball in from the sidelines.

Zhang Jun and Comotto's confrontation was just a microcosm of the players on both teams. Such scenes could be seen almost everywhere in the last ten minutes.

"There's not much time left! Press up!" Mondonico stood in the rain and shouted loudly to the field, waving his hands. He knew that a draw was meaningless for Fiorentina. This match would be a watershed. His next opponent was too strong, while Torino's opponent was extremely weak. If they didn't decide the winner today, the rankings of the two teams might be reversed after one round.

Zhang Jun wiped the rainwater off his face. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Such weather was encountered in a crucial battle. The field was wet and slippery, the ball was heavy and difficult to control, and the physical exertion was huge... Most importantly, there was little time left, but they had drawn 2-2 with Torino, and were constantly making mistakes due to the field conditions.

Damn it!

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Another header from Riganò was confiscated by the Torino goalkeeper. In the blink of an eye, Pinga got a one-on-one opportunity, but this time he kicked the ball飞.

The offensive and defensive transitions of both sides were extremely fast, and they were doing their best for a victory. Regardless of the outcome, this second half alone was a wonderful second half.

"I'm thinking that maybe a draw is the best result for both sides to have reached this point. But the coaches of both teams will definitely not accept it."

When the match was intense, the commentator was saying painless nonsense lines, which made the fans watching the match in the Fiorentina bar骂 loudly, "It's all nonsense! What is this commentator doing!"

They were right to骂. That was indeed nonsense. If a draw was acceptable, why would the players still be拼命ing so hard?

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The fourth referee appeared on the sidelines. He raised the monitor and showed it to the whole field: There would be three minutes of injury time. This was a very harsh time for the away team, Fiorentina. They hoped for five minutes, seven minutes, ten minutes of injury time...

Zhang Jun saw the electronic display牌 in the fourth referee's hand, and turned his head to look at the big screen on the opposite stands. There was one minute left before entering injury time. But the ball was still wandering in midfield. He really wanted to go back and抢 the ball himself, and then dribble through and shoot and score. He still resisted, because he knew that when he retreated, Fiorentina would have no chance. Only when he was顶 at the front would his teammates have a target to pass to and be able to pass the ball to the front. His staying in the front留住ed Fiorentina's last chance.

Once, just need one chance. I will definitely seize it, no matter how the ball is passed, I will definitely kick it into the goal!

Zhang Jun攥紧 his fists.

So, God, let time go slower!

Di Livio got the ball on the wing. It looked like his体力 was no longer good. It would be very easy to断下 the ball. But when the Torino players went up to try to断 the ball, he扣ed the ball and changed direction past the opponent! He broke through the opponent like this, stumbling and then传ing the ball towards the goal in the same way.

The ball rolled towards the goal贴着 the grass. The ball was passed somewhat勉强ly. Plus there was accumulated water in front of the goal, so the ball speed wouldn't be fast. It looked like Sorrentino only needed to倒地 to 收 the ball directly.

No one noticed Zhang Jun. No one knew when he suddenly插ed in from somewhere.

Sorrentino had already倒地 and was合拢 his hands, intending to接住 the ball.

Suddenly a一片 of water花 flew过来 and hit him in the face, causing him to reflexively close his eyes.

When he immediately opened his eyes again, he saw that there was no ball in front of him, only a leg穿着 a white ball袜.

铲射! A thought popped into Sorrentino's head, which scared him. He didn't bother to look at who 铲射ed, and 慌忙掙扎着向那條腿撲去.

"Zhang Jun搶ed in front of Sorrentino! He 倒地鏟射!"

The two of them結結實實地撞在一起, 球呢?

Both sides'队员都看到了, 足球从球网上掉落下来, 溅起一片水花, 就在球门里面…

"球… 球进了!! 佛罗伦萨反超了比分! 他们做到了! 他们真的做到了! 张俊梅开二度, 金子一般的进球!! 看看…… 看看佛罗伦萨队员们狂喜的表情! 距离比赛还有三分钟就要结束的时候, 佛罗伦萨领先了!"

When Torino’s players were surrounding the referee protesting about Zhang Jun colliding with the goalkeeper, Zhang Jun had already lifted Sorrentino's hand that was pressing on him, and then got up and狂奔ed towards Di Livio on the sidelines, thanking the captain for the assist.

Mondonico jumped up excitedly, and the substitutes beside him had already扑ed towards the captain and Zhang Jun.

The referee did not cancel the goal because of Torino's protest. Just like he firmly believed that the penalty kick was correct, he认定了 Zhang Jun's goal was valid.

Equally excited, but unlike Mondonico, Torino coach Ezio Rossi thought that the referee was偏袒ing Fiorentina.

But the referee ignored him, and only pointed his hand to the center circle, very firmly.

The Fiorentina fans, who had been cursing the referee just now, now felt that Mr. Referee was the most可爱的人 in the world besides God.

The Fiorentina people seemed to be able to see the moment when they would return to Serie A after four years. More than 2,000