Chapter 17 He'll Score!

"Just one more goal to reach thirty. It's nothing for me… I know Chievo isn't weak. I know what you're implying with your question, but I'm just saying, I will score in the next match. Definitely. My words are my bond!" These words instantly made Zhang Jun Chievo's public enemy.

His arrogant attitude, completely disregarding his opponents, greatly displeased Chievo's players and fans.

Chievo's midfielder Luciano told the media, "Yes, he's a very good striker, but if he says such things, he should be prepared to face the consequences. We, Chievo, are not stepping stones for him to create records. Remember, the match the day after tomorrow is our home game!"

"Zhang Jun's words seem to have angered the entire Chievo team. I think the match the day after tomorrow will be very interesting. Will Zhang Jun still be able to score? Let's wait and see," Ilary Blasi, the gold-medal host of Sky TV, concluded the program with a smile.

When all the studio lights dimmed, Ilary took off her headset and sighed softly.

Her boyfriend, Filippo Inzaghi, had gradually been forgotten. The young man who was completely overshadowed by Pippo in the past was now a striker being discussed throughout Italy, and even sought after by the entire European football scene.

The world is unpredictable…

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"Sophie, we're going to Verona tomorrow. Are you going to the match the day after tomorrow?" Zhang Jun asked, embracing Sophie on the sofa.

Soft piano music played from the stereo. When they had nothing to do, they liked to sit together like this, listening to music, chatting, or just being together.

"Yes, of course, I'm going. My work is there…"

"Well, that's good. I hope you're there when I score," Zhang Jun tightened his arm around Sophie, holding her tightly in his arms, as if afraid she would run away.

Sophie nestled in Zhang Jun's arms like a kitten. "I'll always be by your side…"

The classic piano piece "Canon" played from the stereo. A simple melody, repeated over and over with changes in pitch, could become such a beautiful piece of music. Zhang Jun felt that his love with Sophie was like this piece of music: simple, plain, but never boring.

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On the way to Verona, everyone was talking about Zhang Jun's goal target. The current Fiorentina was not the Fiorentina of a year ago. Everyone was united. One person's glory was everyone's glory, so they were all happy to assist Zhang Jun. Watching a legend being born and participating in it firsthand was a wonderful feeling.

"Don't be afraid of Chievo. They can't stop you, Zhang!" Ujfalusi said to Zhang Jun. They all knew how Chievo was reacting to this. Since Chievo wanted to make trouble, they wouldn't let them succeed. Anyway, they were sure to get into the Champions League next season. Their biggest goal was to ensure that Zhang Jun became the best scorer in forty-nine years, with a record of more than thirty goals.

Zhang Jun smiled at the concerned Ujfalusi, "I'm not worried at all, UFO. I have a general idea of how they'll deal with me. It's nothing more than fouls. But I must fulfill what I say, or I'll be a laughingstock."

Ujfalusi laughed and patted his shoulder. "That's the spirit! That's how it should be! A man must keep his word."

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Chievo scheduled Fiorentina's field adaptation time for the evening. This alone showed the home team's unfriendly attitude.

Although it was late, many media reporters still came to the stadium, hoping to interview and question Zhang Jun. Among them were many local Verona media, who seemed to be hostile to Zhang Jun.

But Zhang Jun ignored the media. He walked straight through the free zone, then entered the green field, stood in the center of the field, and looked around at the stands, the big screen, the billboards, and the two goals.

Tomorrow afternoon, he would play here, create history here. He didn't feel excited. He felt very calm.

Originally, no matter what meaning others gave to the match between Chievo and Fiorentina, it was just a very ordinary league match for him. Scoring goals, scoring many goals, was just his duty as a striker. As for records and history, those were incidental.

A striker who only thinks about breaking records and creating history is not an excellent striker. Zhang Jun didn't come to play football to create history.

The reporters behind him were still relentlessly trying to interview him, especially a few local Verona reporters who shouted the loudest. At this time, Sabato tilted his head and appeared in front of them.

"Don't make noise! Zhang Jun is not accepting any interviews now. This is my rule! If you have any questions, ask me!"

The reporters were stunned, and then a few turned and left. They knew that they couldn't get anything good out of Sabato.

Those few local Verona reporters were obviously people who didn't pay much attention to sports, and only jumped out when the reputation of their city was affected. When they saw the coach coming out, they thought this was more valuable than interviewing the players. So they asked impolitely, "Excuse me, Coach, what do you think of Zhang Jun's remarks? Do you really think Chievo is so vulnerable? Although your Fiorentina's results are indeed good…"

Facing this idiotic question, Sabato impatiently interrupted the reporters and waved his hand dismissively, "Zhang Jun has the strength to score so many goals. As for whether Chievo is so vulnerable, won't we know in tomorrow's match?" Then he turned to D'Agostino and shouted, "Angelo! Arrange for the team to start training! We don't have much time and can't waste it on boring interviews and questions!"

The faces of those local Verona reporters turned red, and their expressions were extremely unnatural. Sabato didn't even look at them, then turned his head and said to a few people, "Do you have any other questions to ask?"

"No…" one of them gritted his teeth and said, "No more questions."

Watching the backs of the few people hurrying away, Sabato smiled triumphantly.

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The next day, as soon as the sun rose, the atmosphere in Verona was ignited. Everywhere, people were talking about the match, the arrogant Zhang Jun, the arrogant Sabato, the arrogant Fiorentina, and how Chievo's heroes would block them, preventing Zhang Jun from fulfilling his promise and preventing Sabato from laughing.

For this match, even the fans of Chievo's arch-rivals, Verona, came to cheer for them.

Because the reporters who felt humiliated last night went back and wrote several passionate articles, calling on all Verona people to come to the Bentegodi Stadium to cheer for Chievo. No matter which team they had supported in the past, now was the time to unite.

"…If Fiorentina defeats Chievo, if Zhang Jun fulfills his promise in our home stadium, then for us, who were underestimated before the match, it will be the greatest insult! I don't know what tactics Pillon will use to deal with Fiorentina, but I hope our fans will unite and use our boos to show the Fiorentina people how powerful we are!"

Those articles were written like battle manifestos, making Chievo's players feel excited. Zhang Jun was right. The media, which controlled the voice of the people, could always easily stir up people's emotions.

"There's no need to be afraid of them! Even though it's their home stadium! But we, Fiorentina, have never been afraid of anyone! Besides, our level is higher than theirs, much higher!" In the locker room, Sabato waved his arms excitedly. He was used to talking to the players like this, and the players were used to him talking to them like this.

"Our only goal in this match is to let Zhang Jun score more goals. Pass the ball to him whenever possible."

Zhang Jun turned his head to look around. Everyone was listening to Sabato's words with a smile. The atmosphere of the match was relaxed. No one doubted that they could do what the coach said, because after a season of running together, they were now a whole.

They would do anything for their teammates. As long as the coach said it, as long as it was needed, they would do it without hesitation.

"Hey, Zhang Jun, stop looking around. You have to perform well in this match. Don't let those bastards from Verona look down on you."

That was Sabato. He always spoke ill of enemies and opponents, never hiding his hostility towards any opponent.

But this hostility could best stimulate the players' fighting spirit. Football was originally a war in peacetime. How could they win the match without being fierce?

Zhang Jun nodded. "Don't worry, Coach. I know what to do."

"The atmosphere at Chievo's home stadium, Bentegodi Stadium, is very lively! Many Fiorentina fans have also come to cheer for Zhang Jun. It's worth mentioning that Zhang Jun's pre-match remarks have caused dissatisfaction among Chievo fans, who claim to boo Zhang Jun for the entire ninety minutes of the match." The Sky TV commentator raised his voice. He felt that the reason why this match, which was unrelated to any ranking, could attract so much attention was all thanks to Zhang Jun's words.

More than thirty… Haha, as the commentator for this match, he also felt a little expectant, anticipating what the scene would be like if that moment really came.

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When shaking hands before the match, Zhang Jun could feel the Chievo players' unfriendly gazes. They shook hands with more force than anyone else.

He smiled bitterly. Even if you hate me, I still have to score. It's better to use force in the match than to use force at this time.

After the match started, the unfriendly attitude became even stronger. Chievo players immediately used all their strength to stop Fiorentina's attack, and Fiorentina no longer insisted on the defensive counterattack strategy, but returned to the way they were in the first half of the season, launching a full-force attack from the beginning, using their powerful attack to suppress Chievo's possible counterattacks.

"The match is proceeding as everyone imagined. Fiorentina is attacking fiercely, and Chievo is defending steadily and counterattacking. Zhang Jun has more opportunities to get the ball than other players, it seems that the coach intends to let Zhang Jun score. But Chievo's defense is not so easy to break through, they still need to work hard if they want to score."

Chievo's defense did bring a lot of trouble to Zhang Jun and Fiorentina. They basically triple-teamed Zhang Jun, and when necessary, they adopted foul tactics, just not letting Zhang Jun comfortably get the ball. For a while, Zhang Jun was defended so tightly that he couldn't even turn around, let alone fulfill his promise to score.

This performance made Chievo's fans very satisfied. They began to boo Zhang Jun and Fiorentina as they said before the match. As long as Zhang Jun got the ball, there would be deafening boos. If Zhang Jun made a mistake, the boos would immediately turn into jeers.

Sophie was behind Chievo's goal, watching Zhang Jun with concern. This match was indeed much more difficult than they had imagined.

"Twenty minutes into the match, Zhang Jun hasn't had a single decent shot. Zhang Jun, Fiorentina's main striker, has been completely frozen! But… Sabato doesn't mean to shift the focus of the attack to other players."

"Keep passing the ball to Zhang Jun!" Sabato shouted from the sidelines, then he lowered his head and muttered, "You little bastards, I'll see how long you can last!"

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No one expected Chievo to score first—except for Chievo's fans. Even the commentator was a little unprepared: "Ah… the ball went in… The goal was scored by Chievo's striker, Amauri. This is a surprising goal… Luciano's cross hit Xiang Tao's leg and changed direction, folding backwards. All the Fiorentina players who were preparing to defend the header were caught off guard, so Amauri, who had just entered the penalty area, was unmarked, and he easily scored his sixth goal of the season!"

Amauri ran excitedly to his teammates, then hugged them tightly, and Chievo's fans naturally let out huge cheers, a catharsis, a revenge against the arrogant Fiorentina.

"Well done! Let them see how powerful we are!" The local Verona radio commentator shouted excitedly.

"Zhang Jun's plan has encountered great resistance, and so far, his performance has not been seen."

Zhang Jun looked at the excited Chievo players, shook his head slightly, then gathered his teammates. "It's just one goal, it's nothing. Pass the ball to me with confidence, and I'll tie the score."

The teammates looked at Zhang Jun, then nodded.

D'Agostino on the sidelines said to Sabato, "I think the situation is not good, or should we change our tactics?"

Sabato shook his head. "No, it's good like this. I believe in those kids."

The big screen in the stadium showed the score. In the 31st minute of the match, Chievo led Fiorentina 1-0 at home. This made Chievo fans cheer again. "This is truly an inspiring goal!!" Chievo's radio commentator was still talking non-stop.

But Fiorentina's players were ready to counterattack.

Zhang Jun took advantage of the time before the kickoff to tilt his head and think about how to break through Chievo's defense. It was indeed a bit difficult for him to deal with three people alone. Maybe passing the ball out was a good way.

So in the following matches, Zhang Jun suddenly changed his style of play. As long as there were more than three people surrounding him, he would definitely pass the ball out at the first time. This caused a lot of trouble for Chievo's defense, because everyone thought that Zhang Jun would definitely shoot himself, and never thought that he would pass the ball.

Even the Fiorentina coaches on the sidelines were a little surprised. D'Agostino pointed to the field, then looked at Sabato. Sabato looked at the field, then said to D'Agostino, "Never mind, he'll have to come back around in the end. I don't believe he doesn't want to score."

And Chievo's defenders also had some doubts about what they insisted on. If Zhang Jun didn't shoot himself and always passed the ball, then what was the point of letting three people watch Zhang Jun?

After Pazzini received Zhang Jun's pass and shot the football onto the crossbar, Chievo's defenders changed their minds. They had to send out troops to defend Fiorentina's other attacking players.

Zhang Jun's pressure was reduced, and that was the effect he wanted.

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Kroldrup passed the ball straight to Zhang Jun. Chievo's defenders immediately commanded, two went up to defend Zhang Jun, and the rest paid attention to his pass.

Zhang Jun received the ball, then looked up at his surroundings. The defender who was defending him immediately thought he was going to pass the ball, and quickly leaned his body up, hoping to intercept the ball in advance.

Zhang Jun didn't look down at the ball, and didn't pay attention to the defender who was leaning up. He pulled the football with his foot, dodging the person's defense, and then using this as a starting point, he suddenly accelerated, rushing past another defender!

"Damn it! What are they doing!" Chievo's coach Pillon cursed angrily.

"Zhang Jun broke through!" the commentator shouted excitedly.

The remaining two Chievo defenders, one blocking Zhang Jun's path, and the other still staring at Pazzini, preventing Zhang Jun from passing the ball to him. And the defender who had just been shaken by Zhang Jun also chased up, vowing to sandwich Zhang Jun outside the penalty area.

Zhang Jun glanced at his back while running, and he was about to catch up… And there was still a defender staring at him in front of him. In this situation… should he still pass the ball?

"Stop him! Don't let him in!" Chievo's goalkeeper Passarini shouted in front of the goal.

The defender blocking the way spread his arms, as if to hug Zhang Jun around the waist.

Zhang Jun slowed down slightly, then poked the football lightly with his toe, just passing between his legs! Nutmeg! Almost at the same time, Zhang Jun immediately made a sharp stop and changed direction, then started again, accelerated, and went around this unlucky guy.

And the second defender who was following Zhang Jun with all his strength didn't expect that Zhang Jun could avoid the oncoming teammate at such a close distance. Instead, he was unprepared and collided with his stunned teammate.

The two fell to the ground with a bang…

Zhang Jun successfully broke through!

Zhang Jun, who entered the penalty area, was like a dragon that had seen water, able to stir up huge waves. He gently took the football inward, and then, without waiting for the opponent's goalkeeper to attack, he followed up with a powerful shot!

The football followed the grass, followed the goalkeeper's toes, followed the near post, drawing a very obvious arc, and quickly rolled into Chievo's goal…

"goooooooooooooooooooAL——!!!" The Sky TV commentator suddenly roared. In fact, he had been accumulating power and preparing to explode since Zhang Jun broke through the final defense line, so he stretched this sound particularly long. "Thirty! Thirty goals! Let us remember this number! Remember today's date! May 17, 2008, after a full forty-nine years in Serie A, another scorer who has scored thirty goals in a single season has been born!"

This time, even Chievo fans' boos couldn't cover up the cheers of Fiorentina fans: "Hurray! Zhang Jun! Hurray! Fiorentina!!" Listen to this deafening roar, even the Fiorentina substitutes were shouting like this.

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"goooooooooooooooooooAL——!!! Thirty! Thirty goals! Let us remember this number! Remember today's date! May 17, 2008, after a full forty-nine years in Serie A, another scorer who has scored thirty goals in a single season has been born!"

The substitutes on the bench shouted excitedly at Zhang Jun's figure: "Well done! Captain! They can't stop you!!"

"Show them some color!!"

Zhang Jun originally wanted to run to the coaching bench and hug Sabato to celebrate, but just as he raised his hands, ready to run, he was surrounded by a group of teammates.

They shouted at Zhang Jun like crazy: "Thirty goals! Thirty goals! Boss… you're too awesome!"

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There was a horizontal LCD display on the second floor of the San Siro Stadium, which was often used to play the scores and goalscorers of other matches, so that the fans watching the game at the San Siro Stadium could understand the latest situation of other matches without watching TV, and also let the team know what situation they were in.

This time, the following subtitles rolled out on this display:

Chievo 1:1 Fiorentina, Zhang Jun 37’.

This ordinary game report caused an uproar in the stands of San Siro.

Because everyone knew that Zhang Jun had completed his thirtieth league goal of the season.

Galliani now had only one thought, which was to strangle Ancelotti, who had already left. It was he who had confidently told himself that the Chinese striker who never participated in the defense had no great future, and Gilardino could completely replace him. But look now, this kid has scored thirty league goals, and he has become the best scorer in Serie A for half a century!

Berlusconi, who was sitting next to Galliani, just sighed: "Letting him go was the stupidest decision I have ever made…"

Even the players on the field noticed this information, because it stayed on the display screen for an unusually long time.

"Thirty goals?" Kaka asked in surprise, looking up at the display.

Yang Fan nodded: "Yes. That kid did it… Platini, Maradona, Mazzola, Van Basten, Shevchenko, Batistuta… They didn't do it, but he did."

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Adriano had already reached half-time when he learned the news. He stared wide-eyed at Li Yongle, who had told him the news: "Is this true? Has he really scored his thirtieth goal?"

Li Yongle nodded.

Adriano sat weakly in his chair, holding a towel to wipe his sweat, and muttered to himself, "I give up, I won't compete with him for the top scorer…"

Li Yongle looked at Adriano and felt that this Brazilian was a little pitiful. In the first half, he was looking for opportunities like crazy, and scored a goal, just because Zhang Jun was in front of him, and he wanted to catch up with Zhang Jun. As a result, he has now lost his fighting spirit. Maybe he found it too difficult to catch up with Zhang Jun?

The Serie A scorer list has undergone a big change this season compared to before: the top players have scored a lot of goals. Adriano is currently second on the scorer list, but his goal count is twenty-six. In any previous season, he could have won the top scorer steadily, but in this season, he can only be runner-up.

The chase between several strikers who refused to admit defeat created the current situation.

To be able to make the main striker of the Brazilian national team say such discouraging words, Zhang Jun, you are indeed the biggest monster…

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The Fiorentina locker room has been very noisy, and people have been in a state of excitement. Zhang Jun's goal made them feel that their efforts in a season had been rewarded in the best way.

"Zhang, I'm sure your name will be written in the history of Serie A. In the future, the information column for this season will be written like this: Top scorer Zhang Jun (30)," Toni patted Zhang Jun's head and said to him.

Zhang Jun just smiled foolishly: "No, this is all your credit. If it weren't for your selfless assists, then I wouldn't be able to…"

"No, no, you're wrong, Zhang. Even if our passes are beautiful, we still need someone to shoot the ball in, right?" Jorgensen shook his head and interrupted Zhang Jun's self-effacement, "What does a striker do? It's to shoot the ball into the goal. You can score thirty goals in a season, that's the result of your own efforts."

"That's not wrong… but, I still want to thank you. Really, I don't mean to be modest, although you all know that Chinese people are modest… but this time I really want to thank you, thank everyone who passed the ball to me, thank Luca (Toni) and Giampaolo (Pazzini), who selflessly attracted the opponent's defenders for me, thank the coaches, thank you all. Without you, I couldn't have scored so many goals, and without you, Fiorentina wouldn't have entered the Champions League qualifying round next season. Some people only came here last summer, but you all regard Fiorentina as your own team, and you are all working hard, whether you are playing as a main player or as a substitute, everyone is working very hard. I really like this team, I want to play with you…" As Zhang Jun spoke, the locker room became quiet, and everyone was listening attentively to Zhang Jun's impromptu speech, no, not an impromptu speech, but Zhang Jun's heartfelt words. Words that he had always wanted to say but had no chance to say. The Fiorentina of last season couldn't give him this feeling. The Fiorentina of this season was worthy of him fighting at all costs.

"Next season, let's go to Europe, so that everyone can see what kind of team our Fiorentina is!"

"Yes! Let's go to Europe together! Defeat all the teams that dare to stop us!" Xiang Tao shouted along with Zhang Jun. He had already made a decision. As soon as this season was over, he would let Sister Hua talk to Fiorentina about the transfer. He liked here, liked the coaches here, liked the players here, just like Zhang Jun, liked this team.

"Oh—Champions League! Champions League!" The others also shouted together, even Kroldrup, who was slightly silent, raised his arms.

Sabato stood outside the closed door, then smiled at D'Agostino next to him: "The sound insulation effect of this stadium's locker room is not very good… Angelo, you're right, Zhang Jun is a very good captain."

D'Agostino smiled with a hoarse voice: "After being the captain for a season, Zhang Jun has changed a lot, and he has also learned a lot. I think this is what makes me happiest, even happier than seeing him score thirty goals."

"Still saying that, who shouted the loudest when he scored just now? Who was it that shouted until his voice was hoarse?"

Buso, the goalkeeping coach behind them, looked at Sabato's back and fell into deep thought.

The first time he saw Sabato, Sabato was also standing at the door of the locker room, saying the same thing to him. Then he kicked open the door of the locker room, but he didn't expect to kick out Fiorentina's bright future.

This group of players with very different personalities still needs a coach with an even stronger personality to lead them.

Although the media's eyes are only on these players and Sabato, not many people in their coaching staff will remember their names, but Buso is willing to do so, because they have an excellent head coach, and the team they have worked hard to build is the best team in Serie A this season, even if they don't have the championship, they are still the best team—the best team in their hearts.

The sound insulation effect of this locker room is indeed not good. In the Chievo locker room next door, they could clearly hear the cheers coming from the Fiorentina side.

Everyone was very silent. They must be very unhappy, because the opponent was celebrating on their territory, and it was celebrating in advance. This situation was like a certain Champions League final. They vowed to give Fiorentina some color in the second half.

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The ideal is always different from reality. This is an unbreakable truth.

The ideal is always beautiful, and the reality is always cruel. This is also an unbreakable truth.

From the above two unbreakable truths, the following conclusion is drawn:

The huge gap in strength cannot be compensated by momentum or fighting spirit.

Chievo worked very hard, they had a strong momentum, they had a high fighting spirit, and they vowed to defend their home stadium. But the gap in strength between them and Fiorentina was too big. The current Fiorentina is no longer the fallen nobleman of last season. They are a new force that can compete with the top three in Serie A.

"goAL! goAL! goAL! goAL! goAL! goAL! goAL! gooooooAL——!! Angelo Pazzini! This time it's Zhang Jun's assist!! Fiorentina took the lead just eleven minutes into the second half! This is the gap! The gap in strength! The current Fiorentina is indeed very strong, very very… strong!"

Pazzini was very excited. He didn't expect Zhang Jun to pass the ball to him just now. He ran to that place purely because of the instinct of a striker. In fact, with Zhang Jun's shooting skills, it was not impossible for him to score by himself just now. But Zhang Jun glanced at him and passed the ball out. All Pazzini had to do was stretch out his right leg and block it, and the football changed direction and went into the net.

Zhang Jun hugged Pazzini, who was jumping up and down excitedly: "This is to thank you for your selfless help, Giampaolo…"

Seeing the Fiorentina players celebrating in front of him, Chievo's coach Pillon's face was ashen. Fiorentina led his team 2:1. Although this was a match that was unrelated to the rankings of both sides, as a team, losing the match was always unsatisfactory, especially losing at home.

Chievo counterattacked with all their strength after losing the ball, but the gap between them and Fiorentina was too obvious. They lacked a figure like Zhang Jun who could make a final decision in the attack. Even if they created opportunities, no one could grasp them.

On the contrary, although Fiorentina once did not have the upper hand on the field, because they had good attackers such as Zhang Jun, Pazzini, Kroldrup, Gasparoni, and Jorgensen, they could always threaten Chievo's defense, making them unable to attack with all their strength.

Sabato sat comfortably on the coaching bench and watched the show.

The commentator was still speculating about Zhang Jun's goal numbers non-stop. He had talked about this topic countless times, but no one would feel bored. Everyone—except for the Chievo fans—saw that the result of this match was no longer in doubt. The key was how many goals Zhang Jun could score, whether he would feel at ease after scoring thirty goals, or continue to score and strive to create new records. "Zhang Jun is currently passing more than shooting. I don't know what he is thinking. But I still hope to see him score."

The commentator didn't know, but Li Yan knew very well. He thought that according to Zhang Jun's own personality, he must want to repay the teammates who have been supporting him and helping him. But… now is not the time to be grateful, Zhang Jun, the match is not over yet, and your goals should not stop, as long as you can score, don't give up.

I also really want to see you score.

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Zhang Jun passed the ball to Kroldrup, wanting him to shoot and score himself. But Kroldrup stubbornly passed it back.

Helpless, he had to pass it to Gasparoni, "Hey, Kroldrup, what are you doing? You have scored so few goals this season…"

"No." Kroldrup shook his head, "I want to see you score."

Gasparoni took two steps and passed the football to Zhang Jun.

"Andre!"

"Don't be silly, Captain, the Fiorentina fans who came here don't want to see you assist!"

The Chievo players next to him were so angry that they were about to smoke: What do you think we are? Nonexistent? You are discussing this kind of topic so blatantly in front of us! Isn't this too much?

One of them saw that Zhang Jun seemed to be preoccupied with talking to his teammates and forgot to deal with the football at his feet, so he quickly rushed over to cut off the ball with his small feet.

But although Zhang Jun had his back to him, he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He stepped on the football, then pushed the defender who came to cut off the ball with one hand, and flicked the football with his left foot, following the change of direction and turning around. He was very fast, and he only took the ball horizontally for two steps, and he threw off the defender who came up to defend him.

"Idiot! One person can't defend him! Send up two more!"

Zhang Jun rushed towards the two defenders who were defending him, but then used his heel to kick the football towards Kroldrup behind him.

But this time it was definitely not assisting Kroldrup to score.

Kroldrup glanced at Chievo's defensive position, and then twisted the football with his left foot, lifting the football over everyone's heads and falling behind Chievo's defenders.

Zhang Jun happened to kill out of the defenders at this time. The goalkeeper had just attacked when he saw that this ghost-like striker had already killed in front of the football.

The goalkeeper, who was too late to pounce on the ball again, jumped into the air, raising his hands high, he wanted to block Zhang Jun's chip shot.

Zhang Jun did raise his foot, but he didn't intend to chip the shot.

Seeing that this goalkeeper was jumping so high that he blocked the sunlight, he knew that if he chipped the shot, he might not be able to pass through this person's defense.

His right leg was raised high in the air, and suddenly changed the chip into a buckle, and slammed the football down!

"Beautiful!" The commentator couldn't help shouting, and many people shouted.

The beauty of this buckle, which made many people shout beautiful, lies in the fact that it directly buckles a football in mid-air, but does not allow the football to bounce up again. The football obediently stuck directly on the grass, honestly.

Zhang Jun, who buckled the football, moved the ball slightly to the outside with his left foot, flashed the angle, and then took a push shot.

The football rolled into the empty goal without any suspense.

"Thirty-one!!! Oh, God! He really did it! He won the top scorer of this season with more than thirty goals. This is what he said, and now he really did it! It's unbelievable! What kind of language should we use to describe him? No… maybe it's best not to say anything, let's enjoy this historic goal again… the thirty-first goal."

The Fiorentina fans swept through the stands of the entire Bentegodi Stadium like purple flames.

"Hurray! Zhang Jun! Hurray!!" There was no Fiorentina anymore, this moment belonged to Zhang Jun, only Zhang Jun.

After Sabato saw Zhang Jun score this goal, he didn't jump up excitedly like D'Agostino next to him. He stood in place, his back slightly hunched, and then let out a long breath. At this time, he relaxed instead. The last goal of this season has also been achieved…

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Zhang Jun was particularly excited after scoring the goal. He turned around in front of Chievo's goal before remembering what he was going to do. He waved his hand to signal his teammates not to surround him, he had something important to do.

Then he crossed the entire stadium alone and ran directly behind his own goal.

"Sophie! Sophie!" he called, looking for his lover among the photographers.

Sophie was obviously unprepared. She didn't expect Zhang Jun to pounce on her after scoring. She stood there and said "Ah!" Then she didn't move, watching Zhang Jun rush towards her, then pushed away the cameras that were blocking them and hugged Sophie tightly in his arms.

"Ah! My camera…" Sophie shouted, she struggled instinctively.

"Don't worry about that, I just want to hug you, don't move, don't move…" Zhang Jun buried his face in Sophie's hair and murmured.

The teammates who had originally run over with Zhang Jun also stopped when they saw Zhang Jun and Sophie like this. Then they turned around and celebrated themselves.

Only Zhang Jun and Sophie were quietly embracing each other.

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Faced with this sudden incident, the referee was dumbfounded. The referee's rules stipulate that players are not allowed to take off their jerseys after scoring a goal, not allowed to cover their faces with their jerseys, and not allowed to climb the fences on the sidelines, otherwise they will be warned with a yellow card. But there are no regulations on what the referee should do if a player hugs a female reporter on the sidelines after scoring a goal. He stood next to the two of them somewhat at a loss, hesitating whether he should really go up and pull the two apart… But if he really did that, he would probably become the target of media criticism tomorrow, so forget it… He shook his head, then turned and walked towards the center circle.

Sabato laughed heartily at this. This kid, he's good!

Even Chievo's coach Pillon, when he saw this scene, suddenly couldn't hate the Chinese striker named Zhang Jun. Scoring goals is the striker's duty, but it's unlucky that his team has become Fiorentina's opponent in the last match. This scene was really warm in the noisy stadium. He shook his head with a bitter smile: "Next season… next season, don't let us be the opponent in the last round again…"

"I think this scene… haha, should be treasured forever in our Sky TV's historical memory of Serie A, director, director, be sure to save it! Regardless of whether Zhang Jun's move violates FIFA's regulations—in fact, I have never heard of a regulation prohibiting players from hugging people off the field after scoring a goal—this scene has become a classic, football, love, haha!" The commentator was already so excited that he was incoherent, "This is much better than lifting up the jersey to reveal the advertisement on the chest! Let us remember this moment, Zhang Jun scored his thirty-first goal in the seventy-fifth minute of the last Serie A match, and then hugged his girlfriend tightly."

Zhang Jun and Sophie were still quietly embracing each other.

I said, I want you by my side at this moment.

Yes, I will always be by your side.