Chapter 100 "He's Mine, I Won't Give Him to Anyone!"

Yang Pan watched the celebrating Fiorentina players with his hands on his hips, feeling helpless. They were being led by the visiting team at their own home. Was Fiorentina really Milan's nemesis?

What he found even more unbelievable was that the free kick wasn't scored by Zhang Jun, but by Donadel, and Zhang Jun had even voluntarily given it to him.

*Hey, Zhang Jun, today is Sophie's birthday, you should be more eager to score than anyone else, but now you're giving up so easily. Do you really think AC Milan's goal is so easy to score on?*

*If that's what you really think, then don't blame me for ruining Sophie's birthday!*

Kaka nudged Yang Pan. "I don't think that's Zhang Jun."

"Are you out of your mind?" Yang Pan retorted, annoyed.

"No, I just think that Zhang Jun, as captain, seems like a different person. Can't you see that?"

Yang Pan thought back for a moment. Zhang Jun was indeed different from before, more mature. He patted Kaka. "He's matured, that's all. He's twenty-five years old, if he wasn't more mature by now, he should just go bang his head against a wall and die. The game, the game, dude, we're behind! You need to think of something."

"Damn it! What can I do? We're just having bad luck today!"

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After Fiorentina took the lead, they controlled the initiative on the field. Only then did they finally display their attacking style.

But AC Milan wasn't just passively taking a beating. Fiorentina's offense didn't pay enough attention to defense, giving them many counterattack opportunities.

For a time, the two sides engaged in a fierce back-and-forth battle, with rapid transitions between offense and defense. Exciting breakthroughs and shots sparked wave after wave of cheers from the stands.

Just as Van Basten had said before the game, a great match requires the joint efforts of both sides. AC Milan and Fiorentina were engaged in a rare offensive battle in the usually conservative Serie A.

Even the commentators didn't have time to shut their mouths.

"... Shevchenko! He broke through... Shot! Just over the crossbar! Too bad! ... Krøldrup is dribbling in midfield, his footwork is dazzling! Amazing! Gattuso and Pirlo couldn't take the ball away even working together! Passes! Gazzarroni! Cross! Toni heads the ball! Right into Dida's arms... In the blink of an eye, AC Milan has attacked past the halfway line. Kaka, Yang Pan, back to Kaka, Shevchenko... to Kaladze, who's coming up from behind, cross! Kehl clears with a header... Yang Pan! Direct shot!! Too straight! Frey catches the ball..."

Li Yan wiped his sweat. The game had already been going for forty minutes. That series of offensive and defensive transitions had made everyone forget the time. He could still feel his heart beating fast. This game was a real pleasure to watch, so much better than the other dull, sleep-inducing Serie A games.

"AC Milan is still 0:1 behind Fiorentina. The visiting team Fiorentina is not at a disadvantage at all on the field, you can't even tell that Fiorentina is the away team!"

Sabato was very pleased. This was the effect he wanted.

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Gazzarroni was dribbling down the wing. Leading 1:0 made him feel relaxed. He saw Zhang Jun in front of him, ready to pass.

But suddenly someone rushed in from the side, tackling him to the ground. He lost the ball. Gazzarroni yelled, signaling to the referee that the other team had committed a foul.

But the referee ignored him and signaled for the game to continue.

After Yang Pan tackled the ball, he got up and ran forward, relying on his speed to shake off Donadel, who was trying to intercept him. Facing Xiang Tao, he poked the ball forward and then accelerated to chase it.

But Xiang Tao wasn't slow either, and wasn't shaken off.

"Hey! You're really hard to deal with!" Yang Pan said.

"That's right! I'm known as the 'Carlos of the Belgian League', that is..." Xiang Tao was boasting when he saw Yang Pan wind up to cross, and he quickly shut his mouth and flew in to block.

But Yang Pan used his right foot to pull the ball back, and then flicked it with his left foot, fooling Xiang Tao.

Xiang Tao was good. In this situation, he managed to stop himself and then turned around to lean on Yang Pan, using both his hands and feet.

"Tsk!" Yang Pan didn't expect Xiang Tao to come back. He had originally planned to break into the penalty area, but now he had no choice but to give up.

He protected the ball and then poked it to Kaka in front of the penalty area.

Kaka was facing Mascherano.

"Hey, this guy will be your opponent in Italy in the future." Yang Pan pointed to the photo on the newspaper and said to him when Mascherano had just transferred to Fiorentina. The media always put the two of them together, because one represented Brazil and the other represented Argentina. The grievances between the two countries' soccer teams inevitably appeared on the two young men of similar age.

Kaka also knew that he would be the main attacking midfielder for the Brazilian national team in the future, and Mascherano was likely to be the main defensive midfielder for the Argentinian national team. They were indeed natural enemies.

Now, he had to defeat his opponent and win honor for himself and the team. Mascherano had just arrived in Italy, while he had been here for five years. He had no reason to lose to a newcomer from Argentina.

With a thought, Kaka looked at Mascherano in front of him. He deliberately kept his distance, afraid of being broken through. In terms of experience... he was still more experienced.

Kaka's mouth tugged into a smile, and then he leaned forward. Mascherano thought Kaka was really going to break through, and his center of gravity immediately shifted to the back, ready to turn around and stick to him.

Kaka just made a feint, and flicked the ball to the right with his right foot. Mascherano still thought this was the prelude to a breakthrough, so he stood firm and didn't move, waiting for Kaka to come up a little more.

But Kaka took a big step and followed up, suddenly taking a powerful shot!

Mascherano was shocked and quickly stretched his foot to block, but he was too far away from Kaka and couldn't block the ball.

He could only hope for Frey behind him...

Frey's vision was blocked by the people in front of him. By the time he reacted and pounced on the ball, it was too late. The ball drew a clear arc, bypassed Frey's hands, and drilled into the goal almost touching the inside of the post!

"gooooAL!!! Kaka! Kaka! Wonderful long shot! This is his second league goal of the season! AC Milan ties the score in the forty-fourth minute of the first half!"

Yang Pan pounced on Kaka and shouted excitedly, "I knew you could do it!"

"Haha! I'm really lucky today!" Kaka laughed. "Thank God, you must have heard my complaints just now."

"Oh, damn it!" Sabato kicked the water bottle on the sidelines.

Van Basten just stood on the sidelines, smiling and applauding.

A huge cheer and applause erupted from the San Siro stadium.

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Mascherano sat on the ground, looking back at the ball in the goal. He had been fooled by Kaka just now, and hadn't forced him up at the first moment.

Damn it! He's only been in Europe a few years longer than me, how can there be such a big difference? Okay, you Brazilian, you won't score again!

"Shit! You can defend against breakthroughs, but you can't defend against shots!" Xiang Tao muttered dejectedly.

The score of the first half was fixed at 1:1, with the two sides temporarily tied.

The Fiorentina players who returned to the locker room were a little unhappy, and they were all very dissatisfied with being tied at the end.

Di Livio found it funny. Any team that could draw with AC Milan at the San Siro, and even take the lead and have the upper hand on the field, should feel satisfied, right? But now Fiorentina was all in the same tone as Sabato, insatiable for goals and victory. They were very "greedy", wanting to win after scoring, and wanting to win beautifully after winning.

This kind of "greed" was exactly what Fiorentina had lacked in the past few years. Mingling in the lower leagues had worn away the spirit and ambition of this traditional powerhouse. Many Fiorentina people even thought that Fiorentina was only a mid-level team.

How could this be? Fiorentina's goal every year used to be the league championship.

Mascherano stood up: "Guys, the goal we conceded was my fault, I'm willing to take responsibility for it. I couldn't watch that Brazilian, but I guarantee he won't have another chance in the second half."

Zhang Jun, who hadn't spoken, opened his mouth and said: "Javier, losing the ball isn't one person's fault, you don't need to blame yourself. It's just tied the score, we'll just score another goal in the second half."

"That's right! We'll just score another goal, and if they dare to tie it, hey, I'll score another one." Xiang Tao roared, "We'll play with them to the end!"

"That's right! If Milan wants to play, we'll play along!" Everyone responded.

Sabato saw that the atmosphere was right, so he knocked on the tactical board, and the room suddenly fell silent.

"I'm very satisfied with your performance in the first half. Although we lost a goal, but like Zhang said, we'll just get it back in the second half. You have to know that the runners-up from last season are now being messed with by us!" Sabato smiled, a very lewd smile.

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Van Basten looked calm and composed. He wasn't as flustered as Sabato had said.

The AC Milan locker room was as calm as their coach.

"You guys did a good job in the first half. Although Fiorentina scored first, we tied the score. But I still want to remind you of a number: we had a total of nineteen shots in the first half, but only scored one goal. The efficiency is too low. Why are strong teams strong? Because they can seize the opportunities they should seize. This is our home field, and victory is my only requirement for you. Do well, in the second half."

Van Basten's tone didn't change, but the AC Milan players could all hear that the coach was actually very unhappy.

Because of Zhang Jun, Van Basten seemed to care a lot about the outcome of this game. He wanted to show Zhang Jun that there was more future in Milan than in Fiorentina.

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After the second half restarted, the two sides continued their all-out offensive battle, neither side willing to give in.

Zhang Jun got some opportunities, but when his teammates were in a better position than him, he would always pass the ball without hesitation. He seemed to have forgotten that today was Sophie's birthday, and his mind was only on the team and the game.

He wasn't in a hurry, but someone was anxious for him.

After Zhang Jun passed the ball to Toni, and the latter shot it high, Krøldrup pulled him aside: "You could have shot directly just now. Although the position was a bit off, your shooting skills shouldn't be so bad that you don't even have confidence here, right?"

Zhang Jun smiled: "Toni's position was better than mine, it's normal for me to pass to him, right?"

"That's true, but didn't you say you wanted to score a goal for Sophie today?"

Zhang Jun patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, what's mine, I won't let anyone else have it."

As a second striker dropping deep, it was a little difficult for the defenders to defend him, so they couldn't man-mark him. This gave Zhang Jun a chance to get the ball. But AC Milan's defense was also very tight. It was impossible for him to break through their entire defense line like he did in the first half.

Fiorentina's attack was blocked, and AC Milan wasn't doing much better. The situation on the field was a bit chaotic, and both sides were looking for opportunities, and then trying to seize them.

Since both sides were attacking, there should be many opportunities, it just depended on who seized them first.

Pirlo planned to go through the middle, but was forced back by Donadel. Donadel, who scored a goal today, was in good form. He did well in both offense and defense.

Seeing that there was no chance, Pirlo passed the ball to Kaka.

Kaka was once again one-on-one with Mascherano. This was a duel between Brazil and Argentina. In recent years, Brazilian young players had surpassed Argentinian players in both quantity and quality. They wanted to know if Mascherano could win some glory for the young generation of Argentina.

Kaka dribbled the ball forward, and Mascherano followed closely, with some small movements on his hands. Kaka wasn't polite either. The two of them entangled all the way.

Yang Pan was speeding up from the wing. He was raising his hand to ask for the ball, obviously, everyone saw it.

Mascherano also saw it. Seeing that Kaka meant to pass the ball, he quickly grabbed Kaka's jersey with one hand, and then went to shovel the ball.

Kaka didn't expect it. He was watching Yang Pan's run, but he was also very familiar with the ball under his feet. He felt Mascherano's hand tighten, and knew that the kid was going to shovel the ball, so he quickly wrapped the ball with his right foot, and then tapped it lightly behind him, while suddenly stopping.

Mascherano missed the shovel!

Kaka, who got rid of the defense, brought the ball forward and broke through!

Xiang Tao rushed up. Kaka had already entered the effective shooting range. He had to force him, otherwise the opponent would shoot.

"Pay attention to covering!" He shouted, and pounced on Kaka.

Seeing Xiang Tao coming, Kaka wound up his leg as if to hit the ball, and Xiang Tao dared not disbelieve him. This person's long shots were very accurate. He flew up to block, and Kaka naturally pulled the ball back, dodging Xiang Tao.

After all, Xiang Tao was still too young in front of Kaka.

After deducting Xiang Tao, Kaka quickly passed the ball to Yang Pan, who was coming up from the wing. Gazzarroni hadn't had time to return to his position, and Yang Pan didn't delay. Because Xiang Tao had pounced up, Kehl was forced to come over to cover, and the defense in the middle of the Fiorentina penalty area was a bit empty. He was seizing this moment!

Cross!

Gilardino jumped up in the middle to head the ball, and Ujfalusi also jumped up with him. But neither of them hit the ball.

Yang Pan's ball wasn't passed to the middle, but... to the far post.

Shevchenko cut across, blocking Jørgensen, who was returning to defense, behind him, and then dived to head the ball!

Frey flew out to save, but unfortunately the ball was too fast. He only touched it with his fingers, and couldn't change the final result.

"Goal!!! Andriy Shevchenko!!!"

The San Siro stadium erupted again. They felt that this was what a strong team should be, this was the style of AC Milan. Taking advantage of the momentum of this goal, they should go all out and chase after the victory!

"Yang Pan with two assists! He is now the team's top assister, it's not an exaggeration to call him the assist king. It is said that this game is facing Chinese broadcast, I think it's no wonder he is so motivated, the Chinese people have really performed well in this game. So will Zhang Jun give us another wonderful show?"

"Damn it... damn!" Sabato cursed under his breath on the sidelines. AC Milan had taken the lead ten minutes into the second half.

Shevchenko excitedly hugged Yang Pan, who had assisted him. This was his sixth league goal of the season, surpassing Zhang Jun's five goals and ranking second on the scorer list. He really had to thank Yang Pan. In addition to the league championship this season, he also hoped to win the title of top scorer in the league, so that would be a perfect season.

Looking at the celebrating Milan players, Zhang Jun pulled Krøldrup: "Pass the ball to me, try to pass it all to me."

Krøldrup had heard about his grievances with Milan. Was he stimulated by Milan's goal?

"Okay, okay." Krøldrup nodded, "First, wish Sophie a happy birthday for me. She helped me a lot when I first came to Italy. I haven't thanked her properly yet." He smiled at Zhang Jun. He was no longer the silent Krøldrup who had just arrived in Italy. Zhang Jun's optimistic personality was also influencing him little by little.

"AC Milan leads Fiorentina 2:1 at home. Zhang Jun, who said before the game that he would use a goal as a birthday gift for his girlfriend, has not scored so far. What is he going to do now? Toni has been restricted by Milan's defense, but Zhang Jun, who is dropping back, still has a chance. He has passed more than he has shot before, but when Fiorentina is behind, he, as the captain, should stand up. He is a striker, and no matter how many assists he has, they are not as convincing as scoring a goal!"

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Krøldrup had promised Zhang Jun, and now he had to take some practical action. But AC Milan's captain Gattuso was not so easy to deal with.

He was about to pass the ball when Gattuso shoveled it away.

This happened more than once.

It seemed that ordinary methods wouldn't work.

Krøldrup wiped his sweat, looking at the AC Milan players. They were all big names, even superstars, some of whom were already famous all over the world before he even stepped into professional football. Their combination was top-notch in the entire football world.

So, how should he play against such a group of people?

Yes, it was play, as in playing around. He suddenly had a playful mood, just like he had played around with Vieira in his first Premier League game. He, Krøldrup, had never seemed to be afraid of anyone. What about AC Milan? If you pissed him off, he would still mess you around!

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Gattuso had always been very satisfied with his performance in this game. Before the game, the coach had told him to closely guard the outstanding Fiorentina No. 10 and completely freeze him. The game had been going for sixty minutes, and he had done a good job.

Under his man-marking defense, Krøldrup couldn't even pass the ball comfortably.

With Krøldrup frozen, Mascherano was busy dealing with Kaka, and Fiorentina's attack was disconnected from front to back. So Zhang Jun always had to retreat to get the ball and pass it out again, not like a striker, but like an attacking midfielder.

After taking the lead, AC Milan took the initiative on the field. Fiorentina was an attacking team, but their defense wasn't good. Passively defending would inevitably lead to conceding goals sooner or later.

Sabato also felt the strong pressure from AC Milan. He paced back and forth on the sidelines, observing the situation on the field and thinking about countermeasures.

On the other side, on the field.

Mascherano broke through Kaka's dribble, then passed to Krøldrup. Krøldrup turned around, and as expected, he saw Gattuso's fierce face again.

This time, he ignored him and dribbled the ball forward. Gattuso naturally stuck to him. Just before he could grab Krøldrup's clothes, Krøldrup suddenly stopped.

They were still thirty-five meters away from the goal. Gattuso felt that he had won again by forcing the opponent to stop.

Krøldrup looked down at the ball, seemingly trying to find a way to break through the defense.

Gattuso didn't have the leisure to let him be a thinker. He swayed his upper body, and stabbed at the ball with his foot, whether he stabbed the ball or the person, it would be good to stop the attack.

But Krøldrup's feet were faster than his. He stepped on the ball with his right foot and quickly pulled the ball behind him, just dodging Gattuso's attack. Then, everyone saw the ball suddenly jump up behind him. Krøldrup immediately switched to his left foot, and picked up the ball that jumped to the left again, and the ball passed over Gattuso's head!

At this time, Gattuso was almost half lying on the ground. He desperately turned around to pull Krøldrup, who was breaking through from his side, but how could Krøldrup, who was one meter eighty-six tall, be so easily pulled down?

He twisted his body and dodged!

Breakthrough!

The commentator let out an exclamation: "God! How did he do that? How could the ball pulled behind him jump up for no reason?!"

But at this time, the TV broadcast didn't have time to replay it, because Fiorentina had already reached the AC Milan goal thirty meters away.

Zhang Jun and Toni ran in different directions, Krøldrup looked up, then threw the ball slightly into the air and passed it to Zhang Jun's side.

The kicked ball just dodged Stam's foot, Zhang Jun looked back at the ball, and then took a few steps to the outside, at the same time he began to adjust his steps, this was a harbinger of a direct shot.

Dida quickly moved to the near corner, preparing to block the ball.

Sure enough, Zhang Jun didn't wait for the ball to stop, and shot directly from the right side of the penalty area!

Dida reflexively pounced to the near upper corner, but the ball brushed the tip of his right toe and rolled towards the far corner of the goal!

Zhang Jun's shot was very accurate! Such a terrifying thought appeared in Dida's mind.

"Too bad! It rolled directly out of the baseline!" The commentator shouted.

Dida then fell on the grass, breathing a sigh of relief. Was it because he was too focused on the angle that he was off?

Zhang Jun, who didn't score, wasn't too annoyed. He turned around and ran back, while also giving Krøldrup a thumbs up.

And the camera also followed this gesture, aiming the lens at Krøldrup, who had just made an "incredible" pass.

Then the TV and the on-site big screen replayed the series of actions that Krøldrup had just made.

It turned out that when Krøldrup pulled the ball behind him, the position of his right foot had already changed, moving from the upper part of the ball to the lower side of the ball. When the ball was behind him, that foot was just inserted at the bottom of the ball, and then the right ankle used a little force, and the ball was just like alive, it jumped up on its own. Throughout the entire process, the ball listened like it was stuck to Krøldrup's feet.

Fiorentina fans let out huge, sustained cheers and screams. Although the ball didn't go in and they were still behind, they were the winners at this moment. Krøldrup made AC Milan from the players to the fans lose face.

"To be able to appreciate such pure technology on the Serie A field, this is simply from the streets of Brazil! Is he really Chinese? Is he really from England?"

Gattuso was a little annoyed that he was being played by a junior like this.

But the embarrassing moment for him was not over yet.

Krøldrup took the ball again. Now, as long as he took the ball, the TV broadcast would give him a close-up, and the Fiorentina fans would also start their crazy screams. This all put pressure on Gattuso. He tried to stay calm in the face of all this, while muttering to himself: "Come on! Kid, what are you being arrogant about? The bridges I've crossed in Serie A are more than the roads you've traveled. Who's afraid of who? Come on!"

Krøldrup made another emergency stop. Gattuso knew he was going to do this, so he lowered his center of gravity, his eyes staring at the ball.

This time, Krøldrup stepped on the ball directly behind him. He leaned his upper body forward, separating the ball from Gattuso, and then he looked back at the situation.

At this moment! Gattuso, who was poised and ready, suddenly rushed out. He wanted to steal the ball while the opponent didn't react.

But Krøldrup didn't even turn his face, and used force on the ball with his right foot, and the ball obediently jumped up!

This time, he dodged Gattuso's outstretched foot, and then Krøldrup turned around, leaned on Gattuso, and gently tossed the ball, then vigorously transferred it to Jørgensen on the right!

Gattuso was completely defeated again.

"Beautiful! Beautiful!" The commentator screamed again, "I have never seen anyone dare to play like this against AC Milan, but Krøldrup did it, he made the entire AC Milan lose face! He successfully tricked the captain of AC Milan twice! The most fierce defensive midfielder in Serie A!"

Gattuso gritted his teeth with anger, looking at Krøldrup's back, he couldn't wait to cripple this kid directly. But reason and the sense of responsibility as a captain told him that he couldn't do that. Even if he was played by the other side, he still had to adjust his mood and play well.

Jørgensen crossed the ball, and Toni touched the ball at the front point. Zhang Jun, who followed up at the back point, was not prepared enough, and a half-volley sweep didn't hit the right spot, and directly "passed back" to Dida.

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Krøldrup's two wonderful moves attracted people's attention to him, but ignored the others, especially Zhang Jun.

You have to know that no matter how beautiful the pass, no matter how creative the pass, without the final kick to settle the country, all the previous ones are in vain.

Zhang Jun bent down and supported his knees, gasping for breath. Although AC Milan's defense was not as good as before, it was not made of paper, and could be broken with a poke. It seemed that he had to work harder.

He beckoned to Krøldrup again: "Pass the ball to me!"

Krøldrup nodded.

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When Gattuso faced Krøldrup again, he thought the other party would still use some unthinkable moves, so he didn't dare to move.

A playful smile flashed across Krøldrup's lips, too fake, Gattuso suddenly became nervous. But in the end... Krøldrup just passed the ball out!

Gattuso was fooled for the third time!

Zhang Jun received the ball passed by Krøldrup, he flicked the ball, and then turned to pounce on the AC Milan goal. At this time, he didn't enter the penalty area, but the AC Milan defenders didn't dare to come up to snatch it, afraid that he would break through with speed. So they all chose to retreat to the penalty area, compressing his sprint space, as long as his speed slowed down, it would be an opportunity.

Because they all had this awareness: Zhang Jun would not shoot from long range. When he was in Milan, he rarely saw Zhang Jun take the initiative to shoot outside the penalty area during team training.

Seeing that no one was forcing him up, and the Milan defenders were all retreating to the penalty area, as if to reject him from the penalty area, while Pirlo was coming from behind on the other side, Zhang Jun took a look at the goal.

Dida was a little biased, this was an opportunity!

Without saying a word, Zhang Jun suddenly kicked the ball outside the penalty area!

This was a long shot from twenty-four meters away from the goal!

No one expected it, and Dida didn't even react, watching the ball drill into the far corner of the goal from his side!

The ball actually went in!

Zhang Jun rarely shot from long range, but that didn't mean he couldn't shoot from long range.

The excited Zhang Jun turned and ran to the sidelines, and he bowed his head and gave the red bracelet on his wrist a deep kiss: Sophie, happy birthday!

"Oh oh oh!! Fiorentina tied the score! Zhang Jun! We were just saying whether he would score, it seems he hasn't forgotten his girlfriend's birthday! A long shot! The AC Milan defenders have an unshirkable responsibility, how can they let Zhang Jun take the ball without going up to force him? Facing this striker in good shape, letting him take the ball freely anywhere is a very dangerous thing!"

Fiorentina didn't have a tradition of losing to AC Milan. Zhang Jun once again defended this sentence with his practical actions. Even at their own home, it was not so easy for AC Milan to win.

Sabato laughed loudly on the sidelines, while Van Basten looked helpless.

A striker he had personally trained gave him a blow. He should have thought of it long ago. His friend's worries that year were not fulfilled in the World Cup, but appeared in Serie A. He knew Zhang Jun's terror better than anyone else.

Why don't you come back to Milan, Zhang Jun!

Zhang Jun was surrounded by his teammates and ran past Van Basten, accepting the cheers of his teammates and fans. He smiled happily. This kind of smile didn't exist when he was in AC Milan.

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In the seventy-third minute of the second half, the two sides returned to the same starting line. AC Milan wanted to take down Fiorentina at home, and the visiting team wasn't satisfied with just a draw. The following game was still an offensive battle. The game had been played to this point, what else could they do if they didn't attack?

Van Basten replaced Gilardino with Castellazzi, and moved Shevchenko to the center forward position, Castellazzi played left winger. He hoped to use the speed of the two wingers to impact Fiorentina's three defenders.

On the Fiorentina side, Sabato replaced the ineffective Toni with the young Pazzini.

Pazzini was technically comprehensive and was also an excellent striker.

After Zhang Jun scored a goal, he also tied Shevchenko's goal count. The two of them were now tied for second place on the scorer list.

Shevchenko reached out for the ball, he wanted to score again.

A few rounds after the start of the season, someone said that the race for the top scorer in Serie A this season had already begun. Adriano, Shevchenko, Zhang Jun, and Ibrahimović, these four people occupied the top four spots on the scorer list with stable and efficient goals. It was only natural that three strikers from different giants made the list. And Zhang Jun's rise also showed that Fiorentina was beginning to rise. The revitalization of Fiorentina, which the Fiorentina people had been waiting for for five years, had finally taken shape.

And today's game was a contest between two high-level strikers.

Shevchenko was very eager to score another goal, but Zhang Jun scored first.

Jørgensen made a long diagonal pass from a forty-five degree angle on the right, and the ball passed into AC Milan's penalty area.

After Jørgensen passed the ball, Pazzini resolutely inserted, and the AC Milan defenders moved forward together, intending to create an offside, but Kaladze, who was dragging behind, was a step too slow, causing their offside to fail.

Stam had no choice but to turn around to stop Pazzini.

Pazzini jumped up to meet the ball. He saw the ball and Stam rushing towards him, and if this continued, he would inevitably have physical contact with Stam. He was considering whether he needed to exaggerate a little and fall to the ground to cheat a penalty, when Zhang Jun appeared in his sight.

"Pass the ball to me!" Zhang Jun shouted.

Pazzini changed his mind temporarily. He flicked his head and headed the ball back, just on Zhang Jun's path.

Zhang Jun sped up and caught up, while Nesta, who had been closely watching him, also rushed towards the ball.

Who would get there first?

Zhang Jun wound up his leg, Nesta stretched out his leg, the target was the ball, were they going to collide legs?

The flash of the camera on the sidelines hadn't stopped since Jørgensen passed the ball into AC Milan's penalty area.

Zhang Jun still touched the ball one step ahead, but he didn't have much space to wind up his leg and shoot, otherwise he might kick Nesta's calf, or desperately shoot the ball out and then be stomped on the ankle by Nesta with one foot. Under the huge impact, neither side would benefit.

All this happened in an instant, Zhang Jun didn't have time to think about what he should do. He changed from a kick to a poke, and his right toe quickly and accurately poked at the center of the ball. After poking, his right foot quickly retracted like a spring, which was a kind of instinctive self-protection.

Nesta didn't shovel the ball, nor did he shovel Zhang Jun's foot, he missed.

Zhang Jun used his toe to poke the ball, which was very amateurish, but the effect was very good. Because in Dida's eyes, the ball was shaking up and down in the process of flying towards the goal, and he couldn't capture the trajectory of the ball at all.

If a goalkeeper couldn't figure out how the ball was flying, how could he make an accurate save?

Although the shaking was very slight, in Dida's eyes, afterimages still appeared.

Just when he was hesitant, the ball had already flown into the goal from his side. All this only took a second, just a blink of an eye.

"gAoL!! goAL!! goAL!! goooooooooooooAL!!! Fiorentina actually took the lead again! Is this really their away game? Is this really Fiorentina, who was on the verge of relegation last season? super Zhang! Two goals! There are not many people who can score two goals at the San Siro, but Zhang Jun did it!"

Zhang Jun, who scored the goal, ran to the stands of the Fiorentina fans, and affectionately kissed the team emblem on his jersey. This action caused even louder screams from the Fiorentina fans.

Xiang Tao rushed up in one step, jumped on Zhang Jun's back, and waved his fists wildly, shouting: "What is AC Milan?!"

The AC Milan fans were in a dead silence. At their own home, the team scored two goals and was tied, or even surpassed. Where was this AC Milan's home?

In just one summer, had Fiorentina become so strong?

The San Siro's big screen showed the current score, 2:3, the home team AC Milan was behind. This score really made them lose face.

Yang Pan looked at the score. Zhang Jun scored two of the three goals, and he even took the initiative to give up the first goal, otherwise Yang Pan thought that even if he came to take the penalty, the chance of scoring would be very high. If he hadn't given it to Donadel in the first place, maybe he could have scored a hat-trick...

After the Fiorentina players finished celebrating the goal, a huge song suddenly sounded in the sky above the San Siro stadium, which was the famous AC Milan team song - "Milan, Milan".

The fans were cheering for the players in this way. In many cases, this kind of song was much more effective than the chaotic "Come on! Come on!"

There were seventeen minutes left in the game, and they seemed to want to sing this song all the time, until AC Milan tied the score and then surpassed it, until the end of the game.

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AC Milan, encouraged by the song, launched a frantic counterattack. In the face of this momentum, Fiorentina had no choice but to retreat to defend, and was beaten to the point where they couldn't lift their heads.

Krøldrup still wanted to get rid of the defense with fancy moves, but this time he