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In just six minutes, the two sides had already engaged in a beautiful exchange. The more than eighty thousand fans in the stadium were singing in unison to cheer for their teams. Fireworks leaped in the red or blue ocean with people's movements, and smoke pressed down on the field.

This was not a good situation for television broadcasting, as it made it difficult for viewers to see clearly. For the players on the field, the slightly irritating smell and the thick fog also made the game difficult.

Dida kicked the ball out with a long punt, but by the time it landed, he couldn't see which team's player had headed it.

Zhang Jun headed the ball back, and Materazzi headed it forward. Zhang Jun made up for his lack of height with his jumping ability, so he managed to head the ball.

The football was headed towards Shevchenko, but instead of receiving it and turning around, Shevchenko kicked the ball back to Kaka.

Kaka remembered the season when he first arrived in Italy. It was a goal he scored in the first leg of the Milan derby that earned him everyone's trust and paved the way for his future development.

Now it was time for him to help Zhang Jun.

"Zhang Jun!" Kaka stopped the ball and then used Chinese to tell Zhang Jun to rush forward. He wanted to catch the opposing defender off guard.

Zhang Jun naturally knew what Kaka wanted to do. He turned and ran towards Inter Milan's penalty area, shaking off Materazzi in two or three steps.

Shevchenko also cooperated by drifting to the right, forcing Cordoba to follow him.

Kaka, under pressure from C. Zanetti, worked hard to control the ball, his eyes fixed on Zhang Jun, waiting for the perfect moment.

When Zhang Jun ran almost parallel to Zanetti, Kaka made his move. He swung his lower leg, and the football rolled diagonally towards Zhang Jun along the grass.

Materazzi, hurrying back, knew who the pass was intended for. He couldn't match Zhang Jun's speed, but with his long legs, he could disrupt the pass, right? So, in pursuit, he pushed off the ground with his left foot and lunged his right leg at the football!

But he didn't get the ball. The football rolled past his toes. Materazzi knew that even though he had missed, their captain Javier Zanetti was behind him and wouldn't let AC Milan's attack succeed.

Zanetti had been playing for Inter Milan for a full decade. In a team known as a "star black hole," he was the only star who had not been swallowed by the "black hole," Inter Milan's revered captain. At this moment, he was close to Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun was in the middle, not yet in the penalty area. If he got the ball there, Toldo would be in danger. But if he got into the penalty area and squeezed himself behind Zanetti, the situation would be even worse. The only way to win the ball was now!

Zanetti grabbed Zhang Jun's shoulder with one hand while simultaneously using his right foot to tackle, hoping to deflect the ball and let someone else handle it.

The ball arrived, but Zhang Jun didn't try to receive it. Instead, he let the football roll past him! Zanetti miscalculated, and his foot didn't touch the football!

At that moment, Zhang Jun twisted his upper body, shook off Zanetti's hand, and chased after the rolling football!

But don't think that he could shoot comfortably. Toldo had rushed out quickly, his huge body pressing down on Zhang Jun like a mountain!

Neither of them had control of the ball, which meant both still had a chance. Toldo slid out, his hands reaching above his head, palms together, ready to trap the football.

And Zhang Jun accelerated again, darting out like a leopard!

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Sophie stood up when Materazzi missed the ball. She held her hands over her heart, watching the television screen nervously.

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It looked like Zhang Jun had gained a step. He pushed off with his right leg and poked the ball with his left foot!

Toldo had already slid down, pressing down with his hands, ready to close the net!

His toe lightly poked the football, and the ball slipped past Toldo's hands. Zhang Jun knew he had won.

When they saw the football slip past Toldo's hands, all the Inter Milan fans were shocked.

Zhang Jun used the momentum of his left foot to push off again, curling his legs up, wanting to jump over Toldo to chase the ball. Then the job would be simple; even if the angle wasn't great, he was confident he could push the ball into the empty net.

Dad, watch me, this goal is dedicated to you!

Toldo slid out in despair, unable to stop or prevent Zhang Jun. His hands were already beyond Zhang Jun's reach. What else could he do?

But just as Zhang Jun curled his legs over Toldo's body, intending to take a step forward to land, his left foot tripped over his right foot.

Due to inertia, he couldn't control his upper body's forward momentum, and his feet were tripped up, causing him to lose his balance completely. He had to quickly spread his arms to maintain his balance, and as a result, he dove forward like an airplane!

He fell behind Toldo, and the football rolled out of bounds with him!

All the Inter Milan fans gasped…

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Sophie was stunned for a moment. She thought there wouldn't be any problem with Zhang Jun's play; as long as he caught up with the ball, there would be basically no suspense. But she didn't expect that Zhang Jun, just as he was about to jump over the goalkeeper, would fall inexplicably. Saying "inexplicably" was because, judging from Zhang Jun's posture and movements, Sophie had a million reasons to believe that Zhang Jun would shoot directly into the goal.

For this kind of sure goal, Zhang Jun wouldn't use a fake fall to cheat for a penalty kick! Besides, faking a fall wasn't Zhang Jun's style.

Sophie was confused.

"Zhang Jun fell in Inter Milan's penalty area. Will this be a penalty kick? We see the referee rushing into the penalty area, looking at his gestures... It's a penalty kick! Toldo tripped Zhang Jun!" the sports channel commentator shouted excitedly. After waiting for seventeen minutes, they finally had a great opportunity for a goal.

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Zhang Jun's fall hurt a bit because he had come down headfirst from a high position and couldn't roll to dissipate the force. He had to endure the impact. But he soon heard a whistle, followed by a commotion behind him. He didn't know what had happened. When he stood up, he found that Inter Milan's players were surrounding the referee, and the referee was standing on the penalty spot.

It was a penalty kick!

Zhang Jun's reaction wasn't to raise his arms and cheer, but to make a move that shocked the entire stadium—he frantically waved his hands at the referee, shouting in English as if afraid the referee wouldn't see him: "It's not a penalty kick! I fell myself! But I didn't fake it..."

Kaka's face turned pale when he saw Zhang Jun's appearance. He rushed up like an arrow and hugged Zhang Jun, acting delighted. At the same time, he lowered his voice and reminded Zhang Jun in Chinese: "Are you crazy? It was obviously a foul!"

"But...but, I really tripped myself..." Zhang Jun struggled.

"Idiot! As long as the referee didn't see it, it's a foul. You don't need to explain anything. What will your teammates think?"

Zhang Jun stopped struggling and didn't say anything else. Kaka's last sentence touched his weakness. If he did something out of line in a team like AC Milan, what would others think? The relationship between them would definitely be affected, right?

At that moment, he chose silence.

"Don't think so much. This is the Milan derby, not those ordinary games. Now is not the time to show off your style! Inter Milan can only blame their bad luck." Seeing that Zhang Jun was no longer struggling, Kaka released him and patted him on the shoulder in encouragement.

Toldo, of Inter Milan, had seen Zhang Jun waving his hand and knew that someone could clear his name. He wanted to pull Zhang Jun to find the referee to argue, but when he turned around, Zhang Jun was already in Kaka's arms. By the time they separated, Zhang Jun had lowered his head and said nothing.

In an instant, Toldo understood what was happening: he had been tricked by AC Milan!

The referee had seen Zhang Jun's gesture and knew what it meant. But he didn't plan to change the ruling; in fact, it wasn't easy for him to change it. He had just announced so firmly that it was a penalty kick, but AC Milan's number 11 was waving his hand, saying it wasn't. What did he take the referee for? And if he changed it now, where would he put his face? The next day he would become the laughingstock. Sticking to the original ruling would only cost Inter Milan a little, not kill anyone. At worst, he could find a way to balance things out for Inter Milan in the remaining time.

While Inter Milan's players were still protesting to the referee, the stadium's big screen was replaying everything that had happened after Zhang Jun broke into the penalty area, especially the moment when Zhang Jun poked the ball away and jumped over Toldo. It was replayed repeatedly from different angles five times. From this slow motion, Toldo really hadn't touched Zhang Jun at that time!

It was a misjudgment!

"Did you see that? Referee! I didn't touch him. He fell himself! That's a dive, a dive! You should give him a yellow card!" Toldo shouted excitedly at the referee, but the referee was unmoved.

A piercing boo echoed from the Inter Milan stands at the San Siro stadium.

They were booing the referee, but Zhang Jun felt that the booing was directed at him. He lowered his head, stood behind Kaka, and didn't dare to make eye contact with anyone. Facing this situation for the first time, he didn't know what to do, so he remained silent.

Kaka patted him lightly on the shoulder, signaling that it was nothing, this was a derby, there was no room for sentimentality.

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"Zhang Jun did trip over his own foot, no wonder he signaled it wasn't a penalty kick. But the referee didn't see it, he stuck to his ruling. It's a penalty kick for AC Milan! Zhang Jun created a penalty kick assist for AC Milan in the seventeenth minute, and his performance in the Milan derby will be crucial. This greatly affects his position in the eyes of the fans and the management."

Sophie listened to the commentator's words and looked at the chaotic situation on the field. She didn't quite understand the reason for Zhang Jun's sudden change in attitude. Zhang Jun really hadn't made physical contact with the other player, and he admitted it. Why did he quickly fall silent?

The camera focused on Zhang Jun, and Sophie, looking at his lowered head and silence, suddenly had a bad feeling.

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Protests were useless. The only benefit was to make the game a bit more interesting. Inter Milan's players eventually had to retreat. The referee stood expressionlessly in front of the penalty spot and watched Pirlo carefully place the ball on it before retreating.

Toldo tightened his gloves, crouched down in front of the goal line, and stood ready.

Pirlo took a deep breath, not rushing to exhale. He was waiting for the referee's whistle.

Zhang Jun was just outside the penalty area, to the left of the arc. Next to him was Inter Milan's midfielder, C. Zanetti. He felt a little at a loss because he always felt that Zanetti was glaring at him, scolding him for being dishonest.

After playing football for more than a decade, Zhang Jun was proud of one thing, no matter what had happened: he had never cheated. Even if he was fouled in front of the goal, he would struggle to shoot. He never faked a fall, but now he had to bear the pressure of being considered a cheater by all of Inter Milan. Even his AC Milan teammates thought he had deliberately fallen to earn a penalty kick for the team.

That feeling was really uncomfortable.

The referee blew his whistle, and Pirlo exhaled completely, then ran up, swung his leg, and shot!

Toldo was famous for saving penalty kicks in the 2000 European Championship. This time, the moment Pirlo shot, he made a judgment—he flew to the right and slapped the ball out with one hand!

"He saved it!" the Sky Sports commentator shouted.

Yes, "Saint Toldo" slapped the ball away with one hand!

Pirlo had missed the penalty kick!

But the football didn't go out of bounds. Toldo slapped the ball straight back, and both sides still had a chance! Pirlo even planned to personally make up for the shot, but someone was clearly faster than him—a red and black number 11 jersey appeared between him and the football.

C. Zanetti, who had been next to Zhang Jun, was shocked. He had only seen Toldo make a beautiful save of Pirlo's penalty kick, but he didn't know when Zhang Jun had darted out from beside him.

Yang Pan was excited. He knew that Zhang Jun had a natural sense for where the ball would fall. Inside the penalty area, it would be difficult to stop him from receiving the ball without using his body. This goal was certain!

The football bounced in front of Zhang Jun. He only needed to stretch out his foot and tap it in to score his first goal in the Milan derby!

This was a golden opportunity!

"Zhang Jun's chance!" Even the Sky Sports football commentator couldn't help but shout, wanting to follow the momentum and shout "Goal" directly.

Zhang Jun, as everyone imagined, raised his right foot and chose to tap the ball in!

When facing an opportunity, don't use those flashy but useless complicated movements, but choose the most practical and suitable movement. That was Zhang Jun's shot. From this point of view, Yang Pan had countless reasons to believe that this goal was certain. He stood up, ready to cheer for Zhang Jun at the first moment.

Go in, go in, for your dad, for Sophie, for yourself!

On the other side, Li Yongle was extremely nervous. This ball...

"The center forward should always be thinking about scoring, no matter what method you use," Van Basten had told him.

"In football, you are the best, the very best genius I have ever seen," his father had told him the night before he signed with Volendam.

I've scored so many goals, but not one of them was for you and Mom. Now I really want to score a goal for you, Dad. But…

Zhang Jun raised his right ankle and kicked the football.

But the football didn't fall into the empty net. Instead, it drew an arc and flew directly over the crossbar.

"Woo—" The San Siro stadium was filled with an incredible sigh.

After shooting, Zhang Jun simply knelt down in front of Inter Milan's goal, looking up at the direction the football had flown.

Forgive me, Dad, I can't do it...

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Who could have imagined that Zhang Jun would shoot such a close-range empty net so high? It was a ball that was easier to score than to miss. But Zhang Jun did it.

Yang Pan's half-raised hand hadn't come down yet. The people around him were the same, not expecting Zhang Jun to miss.

Thinking back to Zhang Jun's change in attitude before and after Kaka's embrace, Yang Pan suddenly felt that the miss had been foreshadowed. Now it wasn't an accident for Zhang Jun at all, because he did it on purpose!

Forced melons are not sweet!

But Zhang Jun, you headstrong fool, when was the wrong time to throw a tantrum? You had to do it at this time, in the Milan derby, in front of more than 85,000 fans at the San Siro, in front of hundreds of millions of television viewers around the world! When AC Milan needed to break the deadlock the most!

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Li Yongle jumped up from his chair in surprise, his eyes scanning the chaotic stands, locking onto one person on the field.

Yes, he didn't want Zhang Jun, this dangerous person, to score, didn't want Inter Milan to lose, but he definitely didn't want Zhang Jun to make such a move.

Deliberately missing a goal that should have been scored would only make people think you're immature! Zhang Jun! Have you thought carefully about your current situation!

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Sophie widened her eyes, trying to see what Zhang Jun was thinking. Zhang Jun was sometimes too unexpected.

But she could only see Zhang Jun's back. He was slowly getting up from the ground, ignoring everyone with his head down.

"Ah! Zhang Jun actually shot this certain goal high! What a great opportunity! What a pity!" the commentator shouted regretfully. In reality, he wasn't the only one who felt sorry.

Sophie's bad feeling was growing stronger and stronger.

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Li Yan, with his professional journalistic sense, felt that it wasn't as simple as shooting high. He turned to look at Kagliani, only to find that he was also looking at him. Both of them knew what was going on.

Kagliani shrugged, while Li Yan shook his head slightly.

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After Zhang Jun missed this certain goal, both sides fell into a stalemate in the match. Neither AC Milan nor Inter Milan had many chances. The match became calm after twenty minutes in the first half. After that, both sides exchanged attacks, but there were few dangerous shots, and most of the action was in the midfield.

By the end of the first half, Zhang Jun had two more shots, but neither of them hit the target.

He was a little impatient after missing the empty net. Anyone could see that.

Watching him jump up and down anxiously after his shots went wide, Yang Pan sighed inwardly: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it!"

Yang Pan felt tormented watching Zhang Jun's performance from the sidelines. It wasn't until the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half that Yang Pan's torment temporarily ended.

But he knew that Zhang Jun must have felt this torment even more deeply than he did.

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Zhang Jun sat in his chair, panting heavily, not hearing a single word that coach Ancelotti said.

In fact, Ancelotti didn't say anything to Zhang Jun. He only asked Inzaghi a few questions, then patted him on the shoulder and told him to warm up first.

Kaka sat next to Zhang Jun, but didn't know what to say. He knew Zhang Jun's temper. If it had been in Volendam, he probably would have rushed to the referee and helped the other side argue. But now he was at the San Siro, in the Milan derby, how could he still make such an immature move?

And he clearly needed to score goals, more than anyone else. Faced with an opportunity to push the ball into an empty net, he chose to give it up.

He really didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Kaka suddenly had a sense of crisis. This sense of crisis wasn't that he was afraid of losing his position. He was one of the most secure players in the starting lineup. What worried him was that he might lose Zhang Jun, just like he had lost his big brother Rivaldo in the past.

Looking at Zhang Jun again, he seemed to still be tormented. He urgently needed to score goals, and then an empty net opportunity was immediately placed in front of him, allowing him to shoot and score. But the principles he had always adhered to prevented him from shooting the ball in. In the end, he chose to give up this opportunity, deliberately shooting the ball high, and then chased after any opportunity to score again.

Two thoughts were entangled in his mind, eventually forming a dead knot.

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At the start of the second half, Zhang Jun's performance didn't give hope to those who cared about him. Two shots inside the penalty area failed to score a goal. One one-on-one opportunity even saw him kick the ball onto the opposing goalkeeper Toldo's legs, and he was tripped up and almost faceplanted.

Looking at his staggering steps, Ancelotti looked down at his watch. Fifteen minutes into the second half, Filippo was almost finished warming up.

Generally speaking, in a very important match, if a player is not injured or ill, but the coach takes him off early, it can only mean that the coach is very dissatisfied with the player's performance. For the player, being taken off early in front of the entire audience is equivalent to being slapped in the face in public, and they will naturally feel very unhappy. And sometimes, the conflict between the player and the coach is buried because of a small substitution.

So, when Zhang Jun looked towards the sidelines following the referee's substitution gesture before a corner kick, he found that AC Milan was substituting him, and a cloud immediately gathered on his face. So far, except for deliberately kicking away the rebound of the penalty kick, he had worked very hard. He didn't score a goal only because of his bad luck, and definitely not because he was in bad form—that's what Zhang Jun thought, but obviously others didn't see it that way.

"AC Milan substitution, number 9 Filippo Inzaghi enters the game. This is his second match after being injured for more than two months. And the replaced player is number 11 Zhang Jun. Judging from the first sixty minutes, his performance is still some distance away from what people expected. He is clearly not in good form today," the Sky Sports commentator concluded about Zhang Jun's sixty minutes in the Milan derby.

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"He unintentionally created a penalty kick and personally kicked the ball away during the rebound. He missed no fewer than five opportunities, and then was replaced by Filippo Inzaghi in the sixtieth minute," Li Yan highly summarized Zhang Jun's first Milan derby.

Kagliani nodded in agreement: "Being substituted in the sixtieth minute, and being replaced by his most powerful competitor. It can be said that Zhang Jun botched this important Milan derby. Ancelotti also used this substitution to subtly express his dissatisfaction."

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Zhang Jun looked at Inzaghi standing next to the fourth official, looking eager to try. He lowered his head and walked towards the sidelines, silently accepting the fact that he was being substituted early.

Inzaghi was still doing simple warm-up exercises in this time, showing that he valued this opportunity, an opportunity that might allow him to regain his starting position.

Although Zhang Jun felt very unwilling, he politely slapped hands with Inzaghi on the sidelines, completing the handover ceremony. Then he took the dry towel handed over by the staff, draped it around his neck, and walked straight back to the bench without greeting Ancelotti, sitting in his chair without saying a word.

Everyone saw Zhang Jun's ice-cold face through the television broadcast.

Yang Pan wanted to comfort Zhang Jun, but Ancelotti called him up to warm up.

There weren't many people on the bench. Most of them were warming up, waiting for their turn to be sent onto the field. The two seats on either side of Zhang Jun were empty. He sat there with a slumped face, looking particularly lonely.

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The Milan clubs were still making no progress on the field. Inzaghi was very active after coming on, but as a poacher, there was too little support from the flanks. Inter Milan's defense was very tight on him, Shevchenko, and Kaka, and there were few opportunities.

Ten minutes later, Ancelotti decided to go all out. This leg was AC Milan's home game. If they drew or lost, it would be a blow to their morale. He replaced Seedorf with Yang Pan.

This wasn't the first time Yang Pan had played left winger. He had also played this not-so-familiar position in previous matches. Although crossing would be somewhat affected in this area, it was very convenient for this right-footed player to unleash powerful shots.

It was under Ancelotti that Yang Pan discovered that he could play more positions. Right winger, right midfielder, attacking midfielder, defensive midfielder, left midfielder, and if you include the occasional right back he played at Bologna, Yang Pan was truly an all-rounder.

Yang Pan had originally kept Qiu Suhui's instructions about his position in mind, but when he arrived at AC Milan, he realized that to gain a foothold in a team with a stable starting lineup, he had to adapt to multiple positions, so that the coach could arrange him to where he was needed at any time. If his left foot wasn't good, he had to practice it until his left-footed crosses weren't as bad as those of an amateur player.

Because of this effort, he was able to have a good performance every time he was substituted into the game. Gradually, he was increasingly called a "super sub". In Ancelotti's substitute list, he became a fixture, a "main player".

Yang Pan was very active on the left after coming on. Inter Milan knew the power of this Chinese winger, and sent captain Zanetti to deal with him wholeheartedly.

But it wasn't fair to have an old general who had been fighting for seventy minutes defend a young man known for his speed.

Yang Pan always posed as if he was going to force a breakthrough on the flank, and Zanetti had to retreat slightly to compensate for his lack of speed with distance. There was nothing wrong with him doing this, but…

Yang Pan dribbled the ball to the inside, then took it horizontally, and shot with great force!

It turned out that he wasn't trying to break through to the end line from the beginning, but to shoot!

The football whistled over, the shot was sudden, and with Toldo not having enough time to adjust his steps, he barely reached out with one hand, tipping the ball up, and it hit the crossbar!

The ball that bounced down was kicked out of bounds by Cordoba with a big foot.

This was immediately followed by a huge sigh.

Ancelotti slapped his thigh, looking extremely regretful. The television broadcast's camera language was also very interesting. After giving the coach a shot, it immediately turned the camera to Zhang Jun, who was still expressionless, sitting upright on the bench with his arms crossed.

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When Yang Pan used the same trick again to deceive Zanetti into shooting, but missed, Zanetti was no longer polite to Yang Pan. He pressed up as soon as he got the ball, and didn't hesitate to foul when necessary.

After suffering a few losses, Yang Pan knew that he wouldn't be able to break through this Argentinian today. The two were too far apart in terms of experience, so he had to think of another way.

Nedvěd at Juventus, as a left winger, often ran horizontally, pulling to the right to shoot. This flexible and varied tactic was later adopted by more and more teams.

At Real Madrid, right winger Figo also often made horizontal runs in matches, shifting left and right, effectively disrupting the opponent's defense.

What Yang Pan had to do now was the same as the above two—as a winger, switch sides. He greeted Kaka and found an opportunity to move to the right, and when Gattuso saw this, he consciously stayed behind and leaned towards the middle.

Compared to the right side with the captain, Inter Milan's left-side defense was a bit shabby. Favalli's performance in this match was somewhat fluctuating and not in his best condition. It was because AC Milan's Gattuso's assisting ability was average that he looked like he was performing well. And Kaka's limited number of impacts on this side made him flustered, and Cordoba had to come over to help resolve the crisis.

Yang Pan had carefully observed from the sidelines, so he decided to make a fuss about Favalli. He came to the right side to take advantage of Favalli's poor condition in this match.

And his efforts were soon rewarded.

Favalli was quite headache about Yang Pan's speed, so he could only try to retreat as much as possible and compress his space with Stanković, who was returning to defend. But Yang Pan wasn't a player who only knew how to use speed to charge hard. Although his footwork wasn't as flashy as Ren Yu's, it was very simple and practical.

When facing Favalli, he first hooked the ball to the inside, creating the illusion that he would still dribble horizontally to repeat the old trick of long-range shooting. Then, when Favalli believed it to be true and turned to intercept, he used his left foot to poke the ball towards the baseline and accelerated after turning around to chase!

At this time, Favalli realized that he had been tricked and was already left behind by Yang Pan when he wanted to turn around again.

Breakthrough!

After breaking past Favalli, Yang Pan didn't dribble the ball further, but directly crossed it. The football was flat and fast, curving towards the goal in a small arc!

In fact, crossing is also very particular. The kind of high and floating cross is useless to the striker. On the contrary, a flat and fast cross is more likely to create scoring opportunities.

Now the opportunity had been created by Yang Pan, it was up to the teammates to seize it.

Shevchenko was at the near post, he attracted two defenders—Cordoba and C. Zanetti, but none of the three managed to head the ball.

Inzaghi appeared ghost-like in the middle. No one could figure out how he had appeared there, because before Yang Pan crossed the ball, he had been in the arc outside the penalty area. Of course, none of that mattered. What mattered was now, when the ball came, he appeared here, and no one was marking him. The closest Inter Milan player, Materazzi, was still more than two meters away from him.

This was truly a great opportunity!

Inzaghi jumped up and headed the ball forcefully!

Toldo jumped on the spot reflexively, but the football went to his right, and he could only wave his hands symbolically, unable to stop anything.

"Milan! Milan!!"

A huge cheer erupted from the San Siro, so loud that it could lift the roof if there was one.

Filippo Inzaghi habitually spread his arms and ran all the way along the sideline, his black hair flying left and right as he shook his head. He really looked so handsome.

Milan's number 9, penalty area killer Inzaghi, returned after being injured for more than two months. He broke the deadlock on the field with a goal, but also broke the previously maintained delicate balance.

"1:0 lead! Filippo Inzaghi!!" The stadium announcer was loudly announcing the name of the goalscorer, and the response was a deafening cheer.

And in this cheer, Zhang Jun was still expressionless, sitting upright on the bench with his arms crossed.