Chapter 33 Clash of the Chinese

Having defeated Lecce 3:2 at home, Fiorentina achieved an enviable four-game winning streak, and their points also jumped to sixth place. There are now three teams in Serie A that are holding high the banner of attacking football, one is Lecce, and the other is Fiorentina. Therefore, the clash between these two teams in the previous round was considered the best of the round, with goals coming one after another, delighting the audience.

In that goal fest, Zhang Jun scored his fifth goal of the season from a penalty kick. However, not scoring in open play was a bit of a regret.

Next, on October 20th, Fiorentina will head north to Milan to challenge AC Milan, currently ranked second.

This is considered a very important game by the Chinese media, who have named it "The Chinese Italian Derby."

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"The Chinese Italian Derby?" Yang Pan said to reporters, "That name sounds interesting. Is it because there are so many Chinese people? Well, a few years ago, no one would have imagined that five Chinese players could appear on the Serie A stage at the same time. The reform of Chinese football has indeed achieved certain results in recent years..."

The Chinese reporter interviewing him didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had asked for his opinion on the upcoming game, but he didn't expect Yang Pan to start spouting official jargon.

"Well, that's it. Okay, I have to go home now. Let's talk again next time." Then, before the reporter could react, he quickly got into the car and left.

Sitting in the car, Kaka took off his sunglasses and joked, "This is nothing like you. Answering reporters with irrelevant questions and then running away in a panic, haha!"

Yang Pan hummed as he drove, "Who would let those reporters know what I really think? Sunday's game is too sensitive. The club's executives are paying close attention. I don't want those reporters to twist my words and spread them around."

Kaka leaned his head back on the headrest and sighed, "The first time we've faced them since losing the championship, we've changed coaches, and they've changed almost everything. Ren Yudi has invested a lot of money."

"No matter how much money he invests, we'll win. This time it's different. We won't underestimate them again, and we're at home. I'm going to make Ren Yudi's money go down the drain!"

"Ah! You're so bad, Yang Pan!" Kaka exclaimed, "But... I like it! Who told that bastard not to contact us for so many years, and now he suddenly pops up to acquire our rival Fiorentina?"

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"The Chinese Italian Derby?" Zhang Jun frowned and said to the reporters. "That name is awkward. I don't think it's as complicated as you say. It's just an ordinary game. Yang Pan, Kaka, and I are good friends. Marco is my respected teacher, and there are still some friends in AC Milan. We have good relationships, but once the whistle blows, there's no difference—we're opponents. Returning to the old place? Well, I almost forgot which way the locker room door at the San Siro opens."

The reporters laughed, and Zhang Jun laughed too. He followed Sophie's advice to keep a normal attitude towards the media as much as possible, so now he can occasionally joke in front of many media outlets. His face is no longer stern when he is interviewed, and that sunny smile has returned to his face.

Li Yan sighed. Love can make people childish, but it can also make them mature, and Zhang Jun belongs to the latter.

He once pointed out in an analysis article that Zhang Jun's state has been stable since the beginning of the new season, without major ups and downs, and this is inseparable from Sophie's arrival. Because he has a stable family environment, Zhang Jun's mentality can be more peaceful and he won't be distracted by the outside world. He feels that Zhang Jun's personality should get married as soon as possible, and he will be more responsible after having children. He just doesn't know why the loving couple isn't getting married.

"Although it's an away game, Fiorentina doesn't have a tradition of losing to AC Milan. We will strive for victory. Sabato is a great coach, and everyone has seen the changes in Fiorentina. This is all thanks to him. The team is very united. I have never felt so good. Foreign consortium? Oh, I don't think anyone doesn't want their boss to be rich, right? The team has introduced many talented players, and we have to thank the boss for that. But the game still depends on our own playing. Money is not a panacea, otherwise we wouldn't have been relegated until the last moment last season..."

Zhang Jun answered almost every question, and he spoke sincerely. This formed a sharp contrast with Yang Pan's empty words.

"One last question: Can you score in Sunday's game?"

Zhang Jun thought for a while and said, "That's something we'll only know during the game. I hope to score, because I promised Sophie that I would dedicate a goal to her as a birthday present."

"Will it be a hat trick?" Li Yan suddenly asked from the crowd.

Zhang Jun was stunned. He saw Li Yan and then smiled, "If I can, I won't refuse."

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The next day, Kaka said to Yang Pan, holding a newspaper, "Look at Zhang Jun, he's so down-to-earth. Unlike you, I can't believe a word you say. He said he hopes to score a hat trick, tsk tsk... We are AC Milan. How can we let him score three again?"

Yang Pan grabbed the newspaper and then asked Kaka, "What's the date on Sunday?"

"The 20th, why?" Kaka didn't understand why Yang Pan was asking about the date.

"What a coincidence!" Yang Pan threw the newspaper away. "Maybe we really have to be careful about that kid. He might score a hat trick..."

"Hey, even though our defense is aging and there's a lack of new talent, it's not like we'll let the same person score a hat trick twice in a row, right?"

"Hey, Kaka, have you forgotten? What day is October 20th?"

"What day is it?"

"It's Sophie's birthday!"

Kaka was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly remembered, "Sophie's birthday!? God! Why does it have to be when we're playing them! Why not when we're playing Inter Milan? Oh my god! I haven't bought Sophie a gift yet! What does she like now?"

"Damn it! Is there nothing but women in your head? Aren't you worried that Zhang Jun will suddenly go berserk?" Yang Pan scolded.

Kaka shook his head very seriously, "What's there to be afraid of? If he scores three, we'll score four. Anyway, we'll win."

This season, there are three teams holding high the banner of attacking football. Two of them, Fiorentina and Lecce, met in the previous round, and the other is AC Milan, who will have a passionate clash with Fiorentina in this round.

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After watching the recordings of AC Milan's recent games, Sabato said to Dilivio beside him, "Damn it! That idiot Basten is actually playing 433 in Serie A, and it's an attacking formation. Does he want to get fired sooner?"

"You seem to be too..."

"Nonsense, I play classic 442, which emphasizes balance between attack and defense."

"Oh? Then who was the one who put on all three forwards in the last game?" Dilivio glanced at Sabato.

"That's because Lahm was sent off..."

"Yeah, playing with ten men, and you immediately replaced a midfielder with a forward after a defender was sent off."

"Uh... the facts proved that my substitution was correct. It was Pazzini's goal after he came on that allowed us to defeat Lecce."

"So you're even more of an idiot than Basten, playing attacking football in conservative Serie A... hey!"

Sabato chuckled twice to cover up his embarrassment.

"Antonio, Lahm can't play in this game. What are you going to do? Are you considering Chiellini? AC Milan is also emphasizing attack now!" Dilivio stopped joking.

"What to do? Play 352, change the formation." Sabato stretched and got up to pace around the room, moving his body.

"352?"

"Yeah, we'll play with two holding midfielders, with Donadel starting. Xiang Tao, Kehl, and Ujfalusi will play as center backs, and the other positions will remain the same. Fiorentina's bench isn't very deep, so that's all we can do." He said as he walked, gesticulating with his hands.

"But AC Milan has three forwards. There are big gaps on both sides of the three center backs. How do we prevent Yang Pan and Shevchenko from breaking through?"

"So our two wingers have to work a little harder and defend more... In short, in this game, I'm not going to compete with AC Milan to see who concedes fewer goals. We're going to compete to see who scores more goals!" Sabato punched down hard.

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Nesta, Simic, Stam, Metzelder, Cafu, Kaladze, Contini.

Basten looked at the names of these defenders on the list.

Nesta has a slight injury, Stam and Cafu are too old, and Simic is useless... AC Milan's defense is too worrying. Since Baresi, AC Milan's defense has always been the most reassuring steel defense, but since Maldini retired, the end of an era has been accompanied by the disappearance of this defense. The current AC Milan has the same troubles as Real Madrid—defense.

Seven rounds of the league have started, and AC Milan has only not conceded a goal in one game. It is entirely dependent on the powerful attacking lineup to rank second in the standings. The new player Castelen, whom he brought from the Netherlands, makes him very gratified, and he has gradually gained a foothold in Milan.

However, this round their opponent is Fiorentina, the Fiorentina coached by that "rogue" coach. The attacking lineup with Zhang Jun, Toni, Pazzini, Krøldrup, Gasbarroni and Jørgensen cannot be underestimated, and Sabato is a madman who will stop at nothing for the sake of attack. If Fiorentina gets going, AC Milan will be very dangerous.

The only good news is that Fiorentina's right back Lahm was sent off in the last game, and he will be suspended for this game. In this way, Fiorentina, who does not have a deep bench, will also be stretched in terms of defensive personnel.

Then use three forwards to attack them and see who scores first.

Basten threw the pen aside. The defensive line will continue to use the configuration of the previous rounds, and Nesta's injury will not affect the game. Zhang Jun will be handed over to him.

He should still put some effort into the attack. Fiorentina's defense is not very good either. Lecce can score two goals against them. AC Milan has no reason to be worse than Lecce.

Zhang Jun... Whenever Basten thinks of Zhang Jun, his heart aches. He had originally said that he wanted Zhang Jun to come back, and he wanted to focus on supporting Zhang Jun. But for some reason, Zhang Jun just wouldn't come back, not even because of him at AC Milan. He once called Zhang Jun, but Zhang Jun's meaning was very clear, he would not return to Milan.

He remembered what he said to the director and friend Michelle at the Saint Adelon Nursing Home in Utrecht: "The only regret is that he is not Dutch." At that time, he only thought about the national team level, but he didn't expect that there were also clubs. Later, when AC Milan sent an invitation to coach, he was very excited because he still had half of Zhang Jun's ownership. He had always wanted to systematically train Zhang Jun, and he thought that he would be able to get his wish this time, but he didn't expect Fiorentina to come up with a rich chairman who snatched his proud disciple away with money.

Could it be that he can only be an opponent with Zhang Jun?

"Zhang Jun, if you come back to Milan, we can build another Milan dynasty, and you will be the core. Do you know that?"

"I don't doubt your words at all, sir. But, I don't want to go back anymore. The Milan dynasty has nothing to do with me. I just want to play football in Fiorentina until they don't want me anymore, or I don't want to continue."

"Why? Haven't you always wanted to be the core? I'm giving you this opportunity now."

"Marco... I respect you very much, always have. But I don't want to go back to Milan in a flattering way. They rejected me twice there, I can never go back."

"Zhang, you're too stubborn. Milan has your future!"

"Hehe, Marco. Many people say that I'm stubborn and willful. But I never regret the choices I make myself. Actually, don't you think it's interesting for us to be opponents?"

The conversation from more than a month ago was still fresh in his ears. Basten may be unwilling to admit it, but he really has no fate with Zhang Jun. Just like Zhang Jun declared, he doesn't want to be "Basten the Second", he just wants to be himself. There may be such a reason for making up his mind to leave Milan.

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After seven rounds of Serie A, Juventus is ranked first with an undefeated record of six wins and one draw. AC Milan is close behind, with six wins and one loss. Inter Milan is ranked third with five wins and two draws.

This year's Serie A is still the world of the Northern Three, but after seeing Fiorentina's performance, many people have regarded them as a dark horse that directly affects the trend of Serie A. Some people say: "According to the personality characteristics of Sabato, Fiorentina, which has been trained, does not currently have the strength to win the championship, but you let them disrupt the situation, and they do it better than anyone else."

Disruptors will naturally have a life-and-death struggle with strong teams, and inexplicably lose points to weak teams. Fiorentina's losing streak and winning streak do have a bit of this feeling. It seems that they can win against anyone, and it seems that they can lose to anyone.

Therefore, the match between Fiorentina and AC Milan is considered their first battle to disrupt the situation this season.

The media is also paying close attention. This is the focus of this round of the league, and various related reports are seen in newspapers every day.

Sabato was not idle either. On the eve of the war, he publicly expressed his doubts about whether Van Basten could adapt to Serie A when interviewed by reporters.

"Some people are great players, but they may not be great coaches. Especially coaches who came from the front. Promoting attacking football in Serie A is simply suicide. AC Milan is a team that wants to win all the championships, but they are still so impulsive. Could it be that Galliani is old? Six wins and one loss? Well, good results, but you have to know that any new coach has a honeymoon period when he first comes..." Sabato spoke as if he had been in Serie A for more than ten years, but in fact he and Basten are both Serie A rookies.

A reporter reminded him that he was the same as Basten, but he shook his head: "Don't divert the topic, we are talking about Basten now, it has nothing to do with me!" This shameless and rogue approach made the reporter laugh or cry. He now really regrets why he asked Sabato how he views AC Milan.

Zhang Jun was also very troubled by Sabato's words, because Basten has always been his respected teacher, but Sabato is his head coach.

Li Yan told him: "Do you think that rogue is scolding Basten? Then you are wrong. He is using Basten to satirize the current conservative atmosphere in Serie A. I think these two are a bit sympathetic to each other."

Sure enough, after hearing the reporter's account, Basten did not express his opinion on this at all, but turned the topic to the game itself. "My friend Rijkaard said: 'A great game requires the joint efforts of both sides'. I am very happy to turn this game into a 'great' one. No matter what others say, AC Milan will stick to its own style and work hard to play football."

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The area near the San Siro stadium on match day was very lively, full of fans pouring in from all directions, and of course, there were also tourists who came for the sake of it.

Sophie, as a photojournalist, entered the stadium nearly an hour in advance, and the stands were already almost half full of spectators.

Sophie, who was working, was wearing a red vest, her long hair tied in a ponytail braid, and a baseball cap. She was afraid of being caught by some sharp-eyed paparazzi. Although her existence was no longer a secret, and many people also knew that she was a sports photojournalist, she always tried to keep a low profile when working. She took others as the focus of her photos, but she didn't want to be the focus herself.

But there were still people glancing at her, because female football photojournalists are indeed rare. What's more, she only put on a little light makeup, which made her even more pure and beautiful?

After tidying up everything, Sophie called Li Yan, who was in the press box: "Brother Li, what's the photography assignment today?"

"No assignment," Li Yan replied very simply.

"No assignment?" Sophie didn't react a little.

"Ah, I mean, you can shoot whatever you want, even if you use a whole roll of film to shoot Galliani's bald head."

"Are you kidding me, Brother Li?"

"No, no, I'm not kidding. You'll be like this from now on. Decide what to shoot yourself, observe yourself, and shoot yourself. The tasks assigned to you by others are always not as good as what you observe yourself. You have full freedom."

This was the first time Sophie had received such instructions. In the past, she would shoot whatever the higher-ups told her to shoot. Now that she suddenly let go and asked her to make her own decisions, she couldn't react for a while.

She aimed at the lens and remembered what Zhang Jun's father had told her: "Photography is not just about seeing with your eyes, but more importantly, observing with your heart and capturing the moments that others don't notice. This is what makes an excellent work."

She had been so busy with work that she had forgotten these words.

She looked at the opposite stand, which was specially reserved for Fiorentina fans, and it was now almost full. They were holding up large portraits of Zhang Jun and waving flags that combined the Chinese flag and the Fiorentina team flag to build momentum for the away team.

Sophie suddenly felt that Zhang Jun's face on the portrait was smiling, because the portrait was constantly waving, which made it look particularly vivid. She adjusted the focus and aperture and pressed the shutter.

This is the love of the Florentines for Zhang Jun, and she has to save it and show it to Zhang Jun later.

At this moment, Sophie had an idea. She wanted to publish a book, a collection of photographs. Use photos to tell the story of the football world she sees, and look at this man's sport from a woman's perspective. That must be quite interesting.

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Sabato announced the starting lineup. He really played 352, with two holding midfielders and three center backs.

Donadel was particularly excited when he heard his name in the starting lineup. He turned his head and met Zhang Jun's eyes. He smiled at Zhang Jun and found that the captain was also smiling at him.

Xiang Tao seemed very excited, because the side he was on was facing Yang Pan. He liked this kind of duel between strong players. He wanted to compete with Yang Pan in body, speed, and skills. This was not only a challenge, but also an enjoyment.

"I won't say much nonsense, I've always been emphasizing those things these days anyway. You just need to remember firmly, treat this place as our home court. This is the San Siro, but I don't want you to go out with your legs weak! Haha!"

Everyone followed Sabato and laughed unscrupulously. Their performance now is really an unqualified away team...

"Go out!"

The two teams stood next to each other in the tunnel. Zhang Jun, as the captain, took the lead. He stood at the front of the team, next to Gattuso. This guy had a serious face. Zhang Jun was familiar with this face, this expression. Gattuso was like this before every game when he was at AC Milan.

And today, it was not just Gattuso who had a serious expression, but many AC Milan players as well. Because at the last moment of last season, it was Fiorentina who ruined their good deeds and kicked away the championship trophy that was almost in their hands. This game was actually a revenge battle for them.

Zhang Jun turned his head and saw Yang Pan and Kaka. They used smiles to replace greetings.

Due to the different atmosphere, Zhang Jun didn't want to say hello.

It wasn't until they shook hands in turn after entering the field that they had their first verbal exchange.

"Say happy birthday to Sophie for me," Kaka smiled, "and then warn you, don't even think about using goals to please the beauty, this is our home, kid, don't be too arrogant."

Zhang Jun did not show weakness, "I won't pass it on. Besides, it doesn't matter whether I score or not, we'll win anyway."

"Hey!" Kaka gave Zhang Jun a look and ran away.

Yang Pan walked up to Zhang Jun, looked at his friend first, and then smiled: "I won't say anything, let's play the game, Zhang Jun."

"Yeah!" Zhang Jun felt that Yang Pan obviously added strength when he shook hands, and he shook back without hesitation.

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AC Milan seemed very active from the beginning, and they took the initiative to attack. Van Basten's three-forward tactic did pose a certain threat to Fiorentina's defense. And the cheers of the Milan fans at the San Siro were louder than the other, constantly building momentum for the home team.

Fiorentina was forced to give up the idea of ​​attacking at the beginning, and they must first stabilize the defense now - this word sounds really funny, Sabato's Fiorentina seems to have never had the practice of stabilizing the defense at the beginning, but facing the powerful AC Milan, they had to do so.

Basten's three forwards are not in a parallel position. Center forward Gilardino is in the front, while Shevchenko is slightly behind on the left side, a bit like a second forward. Yang Pan is relatively far away on the right, he can either cut inside to shoot, or pull to the side to cross, although he is named a right winger, he is actually doing the work of a winger.

Midfielders Kaka, Gattuso and Pirlo stand in a parallel position. This is the formation that Van Basten often used in the Dutch national team, which is very aggressive.

Kaka encountered Mascherano's tenacious defense in the midfield. The two are the rising stars of their respective countries, the leaders of the younger generation. It's just that Kaka came to Europe earlier, so his reputation is louder, while Mascherano has been in South America, and his influence is not as great as Kaka, but he is definitely an underestimated genius.

Kaka tried to trick Mascherano with a feint, but the Argentine was unmoved. He then switched to using speed to force a breakthrough.

As soon as he started, Mascherano turned around and stuck to him, preventing him from speeding up.

Kaka felt awkward and had to stop suddenly, turning around and passing the ball to Pirlo.

Pirlo distributed the ball to Shevchenko. The Ukrainian nuclear warhead took the ball outside the penalty area and then suddenly shot from a distance!

The football flew towards the goal with the huge cheers of the fans.

This shot was sudden, and Frey had to punch the football out of the baseline with both fists in a hurry. AC Milan got their first corner kick since the start of the game.

Pirlo took the penalty, and the football was cleared out by Kehl's header, but it immediately landed at Gattuso's feet. He made a shooting motion, deceiving Donadel to jump up to block, but instead flicked the ball and passed it to Kaka in the center.

Kaka flicked with his right foot, and then shot with his foot. The football hit Ujfalusi's calf and changed direction, but fortunately the angle of the deflection was too large and flew directly out of the baseline.

Another corner kick.

"AC Milan is amazing at the beginning, with two consecutive long shots! Two consecutive corner kicks! Fiorentina is struggling to cope, and there is still a gap in strength between the two sides!"

Sabato stood on the sidelines, staring at the field with his mouth open. He was worried about the team's defense. If they conceded a goal at the beginning, his plan would be messed up.

Basten was still wearing a suit and standing gracefully on the sidelines. AC Milan had the advantage on the field, but there was no joy on his face.

"Fiorentina is like a spring. The harder you press, the more it rebounds." This is what Zeman, the coach of Lecce, said after the last league game. His team was outnumbered, but in the end Fiorentina surpassed them by one goal and lost the game.

Basten is now worried about Fiorentina's rebound at any time.

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Yang Pan took the ball on the right, dribbled past Gasbarroni, and faced Xiang Tao's defense.

Xiang Tao seemed very excited. He shouted, "Come on! Baby! Come on, let me trip you over, Yang Pan!"

Yang Pan made a move to break through, and Xiang Tao immediately took a step back - he was so arrogant in his mouth, but Xiang Tao still had a lot of psychological pressure when facing Yang Pan, after all, this person succeeded earlier than him, and his ability could not be ignored. So as long as Yang Pan made a move, Xiang Tao would take a step back. He was worried about being rushed past by Yang Pan's speed.

Yang Pan repeated the fake move just now, and Xiang Tao took another step back.

Yang Pan smiled and passed the football to Kaka in the middle.

Xiang Tao felt that he had been fooled, and he complained dissatisfied: "I'll go! A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated! If you have the ability, fight me one-on-one!"

Before he finished shouting, Kaka passed the football back to Yang Pan again. He was stunned for a moment: "Oh my god, so fast?!"

Yang Pan dribbled the ball closer to Xiang Tao, and then suddenly cut inside. Xiang Tao was not ambiguous, and immediately put his body up.

But Yang Pan's cut inside was fake. He flicked the football outwards with his right foot, and then suddenly changed direction, breaking through Xiang Tao by his speed!

"A beautiful change of direction to beat the opponent! Yang Pan is preparing to cross!"

"It's not over yet!"

Just as the football left his foot, another foot stretched out from behind and stomped the ball out of the baseline with force!

Xiang Tao was half-lying on the ground, grinning at Yang Pan on the side: "We're still tied."

AC Milan's third corner kick, while Fiorentina hasn't even taken a shot yet.

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Gattuso dribbled up, he was looking for a chance to pass, but he was unexpectedly tackled from the side by Donadel and lost the ball.

Krøldrup came back to get the ball. How could Gattuso give up so easily? He got up and pounced on Krøldrup again.

But Krøldrup used a nimble Marseille turn to trick Gattuso again. Fiorentina's fans let out a huge scream. Every time Krøldrup makes this kind of enjoyable technique, they will use screams to express their inner madness.

Krøldrup, who turned around, was facing the direction of the attack, but he didn't continue to dribble. Sabato told him that in Serie A, you have to pass the ball when you see a chance, otherwise the second defender will come up soon.

He glanced at Zhang Jun in front of him who was looking back at him, and then passed the ball over.

Sure enough, as soon as he passed the ball, Pirlo behind him leaned up.

Zhang Jun turned around when he received the ball, and he was now facing the direction of the attack.

Blocking in front of him was AC Milan's defense line composed of four defenders.

The first to force up was Kaladze.

Zhang Jun didn't talk nonsense with him, and slammed the ball into the middle, and then accelerated and rushed over. It was a pity that Kaladze's speed was not Zhang Jun's opponent at all, and Zhang Jun had already left him behind while turning around, and beside him were Yang Pan, who was retreating at high speed, and Gattuso, who would never give up.

There were blockades in front and pursuers behind, they wanted to trap Zhang Jun to death in the encirclement.

Stam was waiting in front.

Zhang Jun didn't slow down, but he made a "riding a bicycle" motion when he approached Stam. Zhang Jun, who has an amazing acceleration, made this movement very realistic, even the experienced Stam swayed from side to side.

Zhang Jun aimed at the moment when Stam's center of gravity shifted to the inside, flicked the football to the outside, and accelerated and rushed over!

The second! The cheers of Fiorentina fans even drowned out the exclamations of AC Milan fans.

Now it's Nesta's turn.

When Zhang Jun approached Nesta, he suddenly stopped suddenly and stopped, and then flicked the football outwards, preparing to take advantage of the situation to accelerate and break through.

Nesta was staggered by Zhang Jun's sudden stop and acceleration, but his second reaction was very fast. He stretched his long legs out, just stuck between the ball and Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun didn't expect Nesta to still be able to move, he tripped on his feet and fell out.

"Beep!"

The referee blew his whistle and ran to the scene of the accident. Then he raised his right hand high, indicating that the AC Milan defender had committed a foul, and Fiorentina had a free kick.

Zhang Jun knelt on the ground, raising his hands helplessly. If Nesta didn't foul, he would have been one-on-one. But, facing this situation, how many defenders would not foul?

Fiorentina fans let out a huge boo, protesting that the referee did not give Nesta a card.

Sabato was even more annoyed than Zhang Jun. He saw Zhang Jun being tripped to the ground by Nesta, grabbed a handful of his hair angrily, and then rushed to the fourth official's door: "Damn it! This foul can get a card! That was a beautiful breakthrough!"

"A wonderful long-distance raid! Since Zhang Jun was replaced by Sabato as the second forward, he has performed such good shows for us many times. The delayed him has more space to display his speed. He almost passed the entire Milan defense line by himself. If Nesta didn't foul in time, it would be too late when he entered the penalty area."

Donadel stepped forward to pull Zhang Jun up, and did not forget to pat Zhang Jun on the shoulder to praise his wonderful breakthrough. Milan was busy arranging the wall.

This ball was on the left side of the penalty area, close to the penalty area line, about twenty meters away from the goal, very close. All AC Milan players know how powerful Zhang Jun's free kick is, and they dare not be careless.

Sure enough, Zhang Jun stood in front of the ball.

"Although Nesta stopped Zhang Jun with a foul, Fiorentina still has a chance to score! Zhang Jun is going to personally take the free kick he created!"

In the last match, AC Milan was scored by Zhang Jun with a free kick to equalize the score, and they are not willing to make the same mistake again this time.

"Left! A little more to the left! Completely block the near corner!" Dida was only in charge of the wall position. AC Milan's wall was not honest either, adjusting the position while rubbing forward.

The referee would naturally not allow such a thing to happen. He ordered the wall to retreat and not to come up again.

Zhang Jun stopped Donadel who was about to leave.

"Don't go, Marco. You take this ball." He pointed to the football in front.

Donadel was a little surprised. He pointed to himself: "Me?"

Zhang Jun nodded.

"But the first free kick taker is you, the second is Martin, the third is Andrea, the fourth is Ricardo..."

"I'll let you kick it if I tell you to kick it. I'm the captain." Zhang Jun's words brook no argument.

Donadel had no choice but to stand in front of the ball.

Zhang Jun still remembered that when the team was practicing free kicks, Donadel occasionally had good performances.

The wall was all set up according to the referee's instructions, and the referee retreated to signal that Fiorentina could kick.

Zhang Jun stood next to Donadel. Dida and the wall only had him in their eyes, but they didn't see Donadel next to him.

With a whistle from the referee, Zhang Jun leaned his upper body forward, but did not move his feet. He smiled and watched the wall jump up with a look of astonishment, but he didn't see the ball pass by. He was very satisfied with this.

Donadel waited for the wall to start falling before he kicked. He took two steps to run up, and then rubbed the middle and lower part of the football with one kick.

The football just bypassed the falling wall, and then drilled into the goal along the near post!

Although Dida was agile and flew out, it was still a step too late. He was also deceived by Zhang Jun. And Donadel's shot was too tricky, it entered the net along the near post, while he was at the far post, how could he have time?

"Goal... Goal in!! Marco Donadel!! This is Fiorentina's first shot! They are leading! Oh my god, it's unbelievable! This ball was not kicked by Zhang Jun!"

Donadel excitedly turned around in place. He seemed to have a short circuit in his brain and didn't know where to run. After all, it was the first goal he scored on behalf of Fiorentina, and it was scored into the gate of his old club AC Milan. Zhang Jun next to him hugged him.

"Great job! That was a wonderful goal, Marco! I knew you could do it!"

Donadel then understood Zhang Jun's good intentions. Because he had a knot in his heart about Milan, he arranged for himself to break this knot in his heart with his own hands. Use a goal to face the team he has been familiar with since he was a child, and use the goal to open his heart knot.

"Thank you, captain..." Hugging Zhang Jun, he murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

Fiorentina fans were shouting Donadel's name loudly: "Marco! Marco!! Marco!!"

And Donadel ran to the stands of Fiorentina fans, opened his arms and accepted the cheers.

Fiorentina has its own present and future, why should they be nostalgic for the past?

Whether it's love or hate, everything in the past has disappeared. The current Donadel is a player wearing a Fiorentina jersey. He is a Fiorentina player and plays for Fiorentina.

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"First Zhang Jun, now Donadel, two former Milan players have made AC Milan suffer. Twenty minutes into the game, AC Milan lost their city gate. This is really not a good sign. I wonder if Galliani's bald head has started to hurt?"

Dilivio jumped up, applauding towards the field while saying to Sabato: "Great! That kid is great!"

"Yeah! That was a wonderful free kick..."

"No, I mean Zhang Jun, that kid did a great job..." Dilivio interrupted Sabato's words.

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In the twenty-first minute of the first half, AC Milan was 0:1 behind Fiorentina, who was playing away from home. Just as Zhang Jun said before the game, Fiorentina has no tradition of losing to AC Milan.

Except for the 0102 season, which eventually relegated, with a 2:5 away loss to AC Milan, Fiorentina once maintained an excellent record of