Chapter 1 "Goooooooal!!!" Fiorentina Leads Juventus 1:0!!

"Goooooooal!!!" Fiorentina leads Juventus 1:0!! Only twenty minutes into the match! Zhang Jun scores his twenty-second league goal of the season! He's given Fiorentina a great start! Absolutely perfect!"

The commentator roared, and Sabato bellowed from below.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! What did I say? We would score first! Zhang Jun, that kid makes me so proud! Well done!"

Zhang Jun, after celebrating with his teammates, waved to the stands, drawing more cheers from the Fiorentina fans.

Capello was expressionless, giving no indication of his reaction to the goal. He simply walked to the sidelines and waved his hand, signaling to his players to quickly calm down. The match had only been going for twenty minutes, and Juventus had plenty of time to change the score. That was provided they didn't lose their composure and get led around by the nose by Fiorentina.

He had arranged everything perfectly, the only miscalculation was that he had underestimated Zhang Jun's strength. He thought that having Cannavaro, the captain of the Italian national team, specifically mark him should prevent any mistakes, but even when faced with Cannavaro, Zebina, and Buffon surrounding him, he still managed to send the ball into the goal. This amazing scoring ability was enough for him to occupy a place in world football.

It seemed necessary to have Thuram assist Cannavaro.

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After the match restarted, Juventus didn't show any signs of panic. They returned to their rhythm, seeking opportunities to attack while maintaining a solid defense. Juventus's attacking combination was also quite strong, and they weren't at a disadvantage just because they had conceded a goal.

Nedvěd dribbled the ball in the center, and facing Mascherano's defense, suddenly flicked the ball to the right, then created space for himself and took a thirty-meter long shot!

In the past, Nedvěd had repeatedly scored with powerful long shots. Although he was old now, his shooting technique and power hadn't declined. The shot was full of force, and Frey didn't dare to be careless, leaping to push the ball over the crossbar. The Stadio Artemio Franchi resounded with applause. Of course, they weren't cheering for Nedvěd's long shot, but for Frey's wonderful save.

"Concentrate! Concentrate! Don't give them such easy chances to shoot!" Frey jumped up from the ground and shouted loudly at the defenders.

Mascherano quickly raised his hand: "Sorry, sorry. I'll pay attention next time." This was his first Serie A season, and he still had a lot to learn and adapt to. Just now, he had been a little slow to keep up with Nedvěd's pace.

Juventus's forward combination for this match was Ibrahimović and Del Piero. Trezeguet's form had declined significantly due to injuries and age, and he was now more often a substitute. Although Nedvěd's position was left midfielder, he often switched sides and ran to the center to organize. On the right was Camoranesi, an Argentinian who was very good at breaking through. Xiang Tao had to defend him, and the pressure was considerable.

In the middle were Emerson and Vieira, both very outstanding defensive midfielders in the world. Although Vieira was old, it didn't hinder his ability to grasp the rhythm of the attack, and Emerson was even better. Since he came to Juventus from Roma, Juventus's midfield had come alive completely.

Juventus's ability to win the Champions League last season was inseparable from his role.

Fiorentina couldn't underestimate this lineup.

The defenders were all a bit older, but fortunately Buffon had been performing very steadily.

The only thing Capello was worried about was what kind of impact Zhang Jun's leading Fiorentina attack would have on his defense.

Juventus's corner kick, taken by Nedvěd, was met by Ibrahimović in the penalty area. He was one meter ninety-two tall, and very prominent in the penalty area. Keirrison was responsible for defending him, but even jumping up, he was still half a head shorter.

A header!

Frey dove towards the ball, but didn't reach it!

The Fiorentina fans in the stands were shocked, but then realized it was a false alarm. The ball went wide of the goal.

"As a striker with a height of one meter ninety-two, Ibrahimović's heading skills really need to be strengthened…" the Sky Sports commentator sighed. He must have been reminded of Portugal four years ago, when, during a similar corner kick, the Swede, despite being so tall, didn't use his height, but instead scored an unbelievable goal with a backheel in the air. That goal directly led to Italy's elimination.

Zhang Jun looked at Ibrahimović's frustrated expression and remembered. When he had just debuted in the Netherlands, Ibrahimović was already a pillar of Ajax, a striker known as a sharpshooter on the Eredivisie, alongside Kezman. Despite his height, he excelled at dribbling and beating opponents with his footwork. Not only did he often beat several players in a row, but Ibrahimović at that time was also skilled at beating multiple people and then scoring. This guy was also an incredible genius.

It was only because he had never played a full season in the Netherlands that he had missed the opportunity to directly compete with him for the title of top scorer.

Now, in Italy, the opportunity had come. Currently, he was ranked first on the scorer list, Adriano second, Shevchenko third, and Ibrahimović fourth. The gap between the latter three wasn't significant.

Because they were both from the Netherlands, Zhang Jun was very interested in Ibrahimović. Instead of hostility toward an enemy, he felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

It was precisely because of this mutual appreciation that Zhang Jun wouldn't show any weakness in front of Ibrahimović. He still had to score, and he had to defeat Juventus.

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In the last ten minutes, Juventus had generally gained a slight advantage. Their overall formation was very well maintained. Both their attack and defense were well-placed. And they hadn't panicked at all because they had conceded a goal first. These performances gave Sabato some bad feelings.

Del Piero received a clever pass from Ibrahimović and appeared at the "Del Piero Zone." Frey immediately tensed up.

The so-called "Del Piero Zone" refers to the area on the left side of the penalty area, at an angle of approximately forty-five degrees to the goal. Since Del Piero debuted, he had frequently scored goals from this spot, and many of them were world-class goals, so the Italian media called this area the "Del Piero Zone." Whether it was a direct shot or a free kick, he always performed very well here.

After a feint, Del Piero indeed raised his foot and curled the ball toward the goal. This was somewhat similar to an inswinging free kick to the near post, which made it very uncomfortable for the goalkeeper. There were many people in front of the goal, and he didn't dare to come out, afraid that he wouldn't be able to control the ball. But if he didn't come out…

Ibrahimović once again jumped high, surpassing Keirrison, and during his forward sprint, he used his head to flick the ball backward!

Frey was thrown off by Ibrahimović's feint, and his judgment was delayed. He didn't manage to save the ball in time. The ball hit the underside of the crossbar, then bounced into the goal!

In the thirty-seventh minute of the first half, Juventus patiently sought their opportunity and finally equalized the score!

"Goooooooal!! Juventus's patience has paid off! Fiorentina made a fatal mistake. When Del Piero got the ball in that area, no one pressed him immediately."

Capello then stood up and applauded the field to express his congratulations. Ibrahimović was very happy, because the goal was credited to him. It was indeed "on his head," although he had only grazed it, but it changed the trajectory of the ball, fooled Frey, and the goal was credited to him, with an assist from Del Piero. Now he had also scored seventeen goals, only one goal away from Shevchenko in third place.

Frey was very dissatisfied with the emergence of such a problem on the defensive line. He clapped his hands forcefully, reminding everyone to pay attention: "Press! Press! Anyone who gets close to the penalty area must be pressed! Have you forgotten what the coach said before the game?"

Sabato was also dissatisfied. He cursed under his breath: "Damn it! We were only ahead for seventeen minutes, the problems with the defense are still there… not enough concentration!"

Zhang Jun ran back, picked up the ball, and ran towards the center circle. Now was not the time to complain about anything. If they were tied, they would just take the lead again.

But until the end of the first half, neither side scored again. The first half ended 1:1. Zhang Jun had another very good chance later, but he dribbled past Thuram but shot the ball high under Cannavaro's interference.

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During halftime, Sabato criticized the team's defense: "I don't know what you guys are thinking. Several times Juventus players got the ball in front of our penalty area, but no one went up to press, allowing them to shoot easily. Concentrate! Don't really think Juventus is nothing. They are still very strong, after all, they are the European champions from last season. Yes, our attack is very strong, but if the defense isn't solid, it doesn't matter how many goals we score! Give me some spirit in the second half, and don't make any more of those low-level mistakes like in the first half!"

The four defenders and the defensive midfielder all lowered their heads and didn't say anything, even Xiang Tao was silent. Compared to the performance of Zhang Jun and the others in the first half, the defense had indeed failed.

"Our defense has been a big problem throughout the season. Before the season, we spent the most effort on defense, basically replacing everyone. I hope you guys will try to be better. You need to know that our boss doesn't have much patience. If you don't perform well, you might be gone next season. You have to show some spirit, don't give them an inch when defending. Without that spirit, you can't defend against a team like Juventus's attack."

After being lectured by Sabato like this, the atmosphere in the locker room was a bit oppressive, and everyone was silent. In fact, their performance in the first half was still good. Although they conceded a goal, they also scored one. But facing an opponent like Juventus, Sabato had to demand more from the team.

"In terms of attack… Kéu seems to be encountering some trouble, he didn't really perform much in the first half."

Kéu looked up at Sabato, but didn't refute him. He was indeed a bit off in the first half, and he was closely guarded by Emerson. Vieira also kept bothering him, and sometimes he had to face two world-class defensive midfielders alone. This was too difficult for him right now.

"Zhang Jun, you fall back a little more, provide some support to Kéu, and it can also allow you to shake off Cannavaro."

Zhang Jun nodded, without objection. He didn't find it too difficult to deal with Cannavaro, but Kéu needed help, and he naturally wouldn't refuse.

In the second half of the first half, Capello had Cannavaro and Thuram defend him together, but he still didn't feel too much pressure. Looking back now, he was a bit surprised. Were the two world-class defenders just old and washed up, or was he just too amazing?

He didn't have time to think about this too much, because the second half was about to begin.

"Alright, go back onto the field. This is our home, we can't lose, we must win! Concentrate a little!" Sabato gave one last reminder, then signaled for the players to go onto the field.

When Zhang Jun came out of the locker room, he met Ibrahimović at the entrance of the tunnel. The latter stopped him.

"Is there something?" Zhang Jun didn't understand why the opponent wanted to stop him.

Ibrahimović smiled: "It's nothing, I just wanted to exchange jerseys with you after the game, but I'm afraid someone else will snatch it, so I'm giving you a heads-up in advance. As far as I know, some people on our team are still your fans."

Zhang Jun opened his mouth wide, a little incredulous.

"That's normal… you play really well, so it's normal to have fans, haha!" Ibrahimović laughed. "Juventus isn't an unfeeling iron plate." He shrugged, "Although the outside world has that impression of us, there's nothing we can do about it. Anyway, I'm determined to get your jersey, you have to save it for me."

Then he waved his hand and ran off.

Zhang Jun looked at Ibrahimović's back. He really thought that the people from Juventus were all unfeeling, uninteresting, and rigid creatures. Because they played too steadily and too calmly, they seemed to lack passion and gave people the feeling of being a well-running, precisely calculated machine.

But looking at this Swede, it seemed that their internal workings were also like Fiorentina's.

Since they were going to exchange jerseys, then he couldn't perform poorly in the second half. Win against Juventus, then exchange jerseys with Ibrahimović. That would definitely be interesting.

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At the beginning of the second half, Fiorentina launched a fierce attack, but didn't achieve any results. Juventus's defense was very solid, because they put more forces into defense than Fiorentina, and even forwards like Ibrahimović had to return to their own penalty area to defend. This didn't leave much room for Zhang Jun and the others to play.

Watching Ibrahimović running up and down like this, Zhang Jun thought that if he went to Juventus, he definitely wouldn't be able to stay for a full season. Running like that, he wouldn't be able to complete a season at all.

After Juventus held off Fiorentina's initial offensive, they began to look for counterattacks. But this time, Fiorentina's defense, having been scolded by Sabato, showed great improvement. They were concentrated and defended strongly. Camoranesi still wanted to break through on Xiang Tao's side. In the first half, he had broken through three times, making Xiang Tao feel very humiliated.

But now it was different. He wanted revenge, he wanted to trip that damn Argentinian.

Camoranesi dribbled towards him, and he roared and went up to meet him. Camoranesi wanted to change direction, but Xiang Tao wouldn't let him get his way. He leaned his body against him, then reached out and grabbed the back of his pants, and then fiercely tackled the ball with his feet.

Camoranesi couldn't get rid of him, because Xiang Tao's hand was using force downwards. If he dared to break free, he would inevitably face the embarrassing scene of his pants being pulled down. In the dilemma of choosing between the ball and his pants, Camoranesi chose the latter. He gave up his intention to continue the breakthrough, and the ball was tackled away by Xiang Tao.

Camoranesi, who had lost the ball, was very angry, and he planned to appeal to the referee, but then he thought, how could he say this? Say that he was sexually harassed by the other party? That was too ridiculous… Say that he was pulled, but the referee didn't see it at all. Xiang Tao's hand was hidden very well, and he was pulling on the not-so-obvious cuff of his pants. In the end, he found that he could only admit that he was unlucky.

After a while, Camoranesi tasted Xiang Tao's little tricks again. This time, Xiang Tao's hand grabbed his genitals, forcing him to give up his pursuit of the ball again.

He raised his hand very angrily and gave up running, instead signaling to the referee that Xiang Tao had fouled. But the referee didn't pay attention to him, because he really didn't see where Xiang Tao had fouled just now.

"Damn it! This bastard plays even dirtier than us South Americans! He's unscrupulous, grabbing everything!" Camoranesi had no choice but to curse angrily in his heart.

Xiang Tao was very proud: I'll let you be arrogant in front of me!

He passed the ball back to Ujfalusi, and then Ujfalusi passed the ball to Mascherano in front.

Fiorentina successfully stopped Juventus's attack, and then switched from defense to offense.

Mascherano passed the ball forward, but not to Kéu, but to Zhang Jun, who had fallen back to receive it.

After receiving the ball, Zhang Jun couldn't turn around, and passed the ball back to Mascherano, who was inserting.

Then he turned around and ran forward, Cannavaro immediately followed. He had no choice but to brake again, stop, and turn back to see what Mascherano would do.

But Mascherano saw that Zhang Jun had stopped again, and thought that he wanted him to pass the ball to him. So he quickly lobbed the ball over.

Zhang Jun wasn't prepared either, and he wanted to pass the ball back directly. But Cannavaro came up again, this time sticking directly to his back, to give Zhang Jun enough pressure.

Zhang Jun suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Since Cannavaro was pressing so closely, why not take advantage of this opportunity?

He made up his mind. First, he leaned on Cannavaro, and used his right foot to lightly flick the incoming ball to the left, then suddenly turned around, releasing his strength, and chased after the ball.

Seeing the ball flicked over, Cannavaro planned to rush up to intercept, but Zhang Jun was faster than him. He took a big step and left the dazed Cannavaro behind, followed by another step. The ball was still in the air, and he directly swung his left foot for a volley!

A volley from outside the penalty area!

Thuram quickly moved to block, but Zhang Jun had shot the ball very skillfully, with a clear arc. The ball flew upwards, over Thuram's bald head, and then flew towards the goal. The ball was a bit high. But Buffon didn't dare to be negligent, and he dived towards the ball with all his might. It looked like the distance was a bit far…

Zhang Jun's shot was indeed sudden. No one expected that he would suddenly flick past Cannavaro, and then shoot directly from outside the penalty area before the ball landed.

Buffon was standing a bit off to one side at the time, and now it was very difficult for him to dive over.

But he still tried his best to stretch out his right hand and fly towards the ball.

His height plus his arm length was almost enough, but the height of his jump wasn't enough. The ball flew over his hand, then fell, hitting the underside of the crossbar and flying into Juventus's goal!

Zhang Jun scored twice!

Zhang Jun, who had landed, opened his arms and ran towards the corner flag, then did a diving slide, like a bomber.

"Goooooooal!!! Gooooooooal——!!! Zhang——Jun!! He is simply a bomber, blowing Juventus's defense to smithereens! This time, he defeated the entire Juventus defense by himself again! An exquisitely beautiful turn and volley! Cannavaro, Thuram, Buffon were all helpless!"

Pazzini followed Zhang Jun and dove down, followed by Kéu, Gasparroni, Mascherano…

In the twenty-fourth minute of the second half, Fiorentina took the lead again. This time it was Zhang Jun's goal again. He was now Fiorentina's well-deserved top scorer and core.

"He seized every opportunity, even the ones that weren't opportunities, and scored! He's already qualified to be called a 'phenomenon'! Look at Buffon's expression, ashen-faced! I've rarely seen him have such an expression after conceding a goal. Starting from the World Cup, he's conceded three goals against Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun seems to be his nemesis, haha!"

"Long live Zhang Jun! Long live Fiorentina!!" This roar reappeared in the skies above Fiorentina's home stadium, the Stadio Artemio Franchi. This sound sent a chill down the spines of the Juventus fans. Because they had personally experienced Zhang Jun's terror.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger he was.

A banner was hung below the stands in the Curva Fiesole: "Nothing Can Stop You!"

This represented the sentiments of all Fiorentina fans. In their minds, as long as Zhang Jun scored, everything was normal with Fiorentina. Zhang Jun was Fiorentina, and Fiorentina was Zhang Jun. There was no difference between them. Although Zhang Jun never admitted it, in the hearts of the fans, Zhang Jun was the best successor to the God of War. He was Fiorentina's greatest striker after Batistuta.

Batistuta was sitting in the presidential box with Jari Mutanen at this time. The Stadio Artemio Franchi was boiling like a volcano, with purple lava surging everywhere.

"That was a very, very, very… beautiful goal, Zhang. You were right to stay in Fiorentina, because only here can you find the sky that belongs to you. Nothing can stop you."

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Zhang Jun's brace completely ignited the fighting spirit of the Fiorentina players and the passion of the fans. The songs and cheers in the skies above the Stadio Artemio Franchi were constant.

When Di Livio chose Zhang Jun as captain, one reason was because Zhang Jun, as a forward, had the effect of boosting morale and influencing the performance of the entire team once he scored. If the forward performed well, the entire team would naturally have confidence. Because they all knew that they could score no matter what, and if they could score, they could win.

Juventus hadn't expected to face such a situation. They were already behind again after only half of the second half had passed. During halftime, they had thought that they would be able to score another goal.

Capello couldn't sit still either. He walked to the sidelines and shouted to the field: "Defend tighter! Pay attention to Zhang Jun! Foul if necessary!"

Juventus's attack wasn't weak, but now they had to retreat and participate in the defense, because Fiorentina's attack was getting stronger and stronger.

Now Fiorentina had brought out the momentum of their home game, pressing Juventus so hard that they had to bow their heads.

Zhang Jun frequently fell back to get the ball, disrupting Juventus's defense. Because Pazzini, who was at the front, was also a very comprehensive and capable forward, when Zhang Jun retreated, Juventus's defenders couldn't retreat with him, because Pazzini was just as dangerous in the penalty area.

Kéu was gradually regaining his feel, and he dared to get the ball even when facing Emerson.

"Andre! Martin! Be more active in assisting! Press up, press up! Push the attacking formation forward!" Sabato was still directing the players to press up, press up, and press up again. To put pressure on Juventus, they had to push their formation forward and try to score another goal. Even if they didn't score, they had to maintain pressure on Juventus's defense at all times.

Juventus was clearly at a disadvantage during this period, so they couldn't be soft. They had to try to extend their lead. By the time Juventus recovered, it would be too late.

Gasparroni was very fast. He had been fully trained in Serie A in recent years, and he was especially motivated when facing his former club, Juventus, which had abandoned him.

Defending him was the French defender Zebina, and Gasparroni's speed was obviously much faster than Zebina's. He lowered his center of gravity, and with a feint, made Zebina think he was going to cut to the center, then flicked the ball to the side and jumped past Zebina, and then broke through to the bottom line!

"Cover! Don't let him cross!" Buffon directed the defenders to come forward to defend.

Zebina had been passed, and Thuram had to go up to defend himself. But Gasparroni didn't wait for him to come up, and directly passed the ball out, but he didn't pass it directly into the penalty area, but to the outside of the penalty area.

Kéu rushed up and got rid of Emerson's close entanglement, and he received the ball.

Then he didn't shoot directly, but pushed the ball in lightly, and then slid in.

Emerson was blocked behind him, and didn't dare to foul easily, but he couldn't let him go, so he had to reach out to interfere from behind.

Kéu's exquisite footwork was now on display. He was able to firmly control the ball in the penalty area, and Thuram and Emerson couldn't do anything about him for a while.

But this couldn't go on, because the ultimate goal of attack was still to shoot and score. Controlling the ball in the penalty area without shooting was useless.

Kéu pushed Thuram with one hand, not daring to swing his leg, for fear that as soon as he raised his foot, the ball would be poked away by Emerson behind him. He had no choice but to quickly poke the ball towards the goal with his toe.

This kind of shot couldn't pose too much of a threat to Buffon, and he bent his knees in preparation to catch the ball.

Suddenly, a purple lightning flashed in front of him, followed by a black and white shadow, and the ball disappeared from his sight.

"Zhang Jun slides in from behind and shoots! Very suddenly! But Cannavaro is close behind, and stretches out his leg to block the ball out of the baseline. A corner kick for Fiorentina!"

He… When did he come up? Buffon stared blankly at Zhang Jun, who was being pulled up by Kéu. Then he looked at Cannavaro. He really had to thank him just now, he hadn't reacted at all.

Cannavaro turned around and patted Buffon: "Concentrate… I almost lost him just now. This kid is like a fish in the penalty area, very slippery, if you're not careful…" He shook his head.

Buffon tightened his gloves, then raised his arms and stood in front of the goal, shouting: "Pay attention to marking! Push people away for me!"

The corner kick was taken, and Buffon jumped high, not letting anyone compete for the ball.

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Buffon was a goalkeeper who liked to come out and control a very large area, but facing Zhang Jun, sometimes he had to change his habit.

Fiorentina intercepted the ball in the frontcourt and launched a counterattack directly. Kéu passed the ball to Zhang Jun at the first time, and he dribbled the ball forward.

Zhang Jun dribbled the ball a bit to the side, and Cannavaro pressed up. Buffon didn't stay in front of the goal either. He pressed forward appropriately, trying to reduce Zhang Jun's shooting angle. This was a normal attack. Zhang Jun glanced at Buffon's position, and without waiting for Cannavaro to press up, he took a lob shot directly. Buffon was shocked. Although the angle was a bit off, the ball was indeed heading towards the back corner of the goal.

He quickly retreated, retreated, quickly retreated, then jumped up, stretched out his right hand, hovered in the air, and desperately pushed the ball over the crossbar.

Watching Buffon push the ball out, Zhang Jun held his head in frustration. In his eyes, Buffon was still a very, very powerful goalkeeper, and sometimes he was at a loss. He didn't realize that he had already made Buffon very embarrassed.

Buffon did a somersault in the air, then landed inside the goal. His appearance was indeed very embarrassed.

Damn it, if I don't come out, he pushes the angle, if I come out, he lobs the ball! Buffon cursed in his heart. He really didn't know what to do with this forward.

"A beautiful lob shot! If it went in, it would definitely be a world-class goal! But Buffon's performance is also very stable, he pushed the ball out very wonderfully. One shot and one save, the two of them have brought us an enjoyment."

"Um, what I want to say is… It seems like we have rarely seen Juventus as embarrassed as they are today. Buffon is like an epitome of the whole team, being pressed by Fiorentina and running around frantically."

"What you said is also true, Juventus has always had that kind of calm attitude in the game. Whether the situation is favorable or unfavorable, they seem very calm. But today's situation is a bit different. Under Fiorentina's fierce attack, Juventus seems to have lost its composure. Maybe they don't want to lose to such a team. Ah, I remember, Sabato once said that he hates teams like Juventus the most. He believes that Juventus is a disgrace to the development of football and the biggest source of Italy's gradual decline behind the world… That's quite vicious. Could this have caused a change in the psychology of the Juventus players when they fell behind?"

"Who knows? Sabato's stinking mouth…"

Jørgensen took the corner kick and passed it directly to the back post. Buffon moved his feet to block the back post. Zhang Jun jumped high at the back post, half a head taller than Cannavaro, but he didn't shoot directly, but headed the ball to the middle!

Buffon quickly retreated. Ujfalusi contested for the ball in the middle, and despite Thuram's interference, he still tried his best to head the ball towards the far corner of the goal. Because he was blocked by a Juventus player in front of him, Buffon had no choice but to push him away, then desperately dived towards the original spot.

The ball grazed the post and flew out of the baseline, causing a false alarm for all the Juventus players. Their hearts were pounding wildly.

Seeing that the team was at a disadvantage during this period, Capello had been walking back and forth on the field, not sitting down. He was also a bit anxious. If he couldn't win this game, he might really be left behind by AC Milan. During halftime, he heard that AC Milan was already leading Cagliari 3:0 at home.

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Kéu got the ball near the center circle, and then dribbled wildly. His speed wasn't fast, but the word "wildly" was used to describe it because this dribble was very crazy.

First, Vieira tackled from behind, trying to put him down at the center circle to avoid threatening the goal. But Kéu spread his legs, letting Vieira's leg slide between them, without touching the ball at all.

Next was Camoranesi, who flew in from the side with a tackle. Kéu didn't even look, but lightly flicked the ball to the right, then jumped up, barely dodging his tackle. Kéu, who had landed, staggered a bit. Emerson saw the opportunity and came up with a reasonable charge, planning to knock Kéu away. Kéu didn't dodge, and let him knock him from the right to the left, but while being knocked past, he stretched out his right foot and hooked the ball to the left, and came over with the ball. Emerson's charge was in vain.

After two consecutive collisions, Kéu's center of gravity was very unstable, and his dribbling steps were messed up. But the key was that the ball was still at his feet.

The Fiorentina fans screamed wantonly to cheer Kéu on. They cheered when Zhang Jun dribbled the ball, but they screamed when Kéu dribbled the ball.

Vieira was unwilling to let Kéu pass like this, and rushed up from behind again, using both hands and feet to hold Kéu back. Thuram also pressed up in front.

Kéu felt someone pulling him from behind, preventing him from moving forward, and Thuram happened to stretch out his leg to kick. He simply pulled the ball in front of him to the back with his left foot, and leaned back, slamming hard into Vieira, and also letting Thuram kick empty.

Now… In the middle in front of the Juventus penalty area, there was a crowd. Four Juventus players surrounded Kéu, but they couldn't do anything about him.

Vieira's center of gravity was a bit unstable after being bumped by Kéu. Kéu then took the opportunity to lightly pull the ball to the right, and was about to squeeze through the gap between Emerson and Thuram.

Unfortunately, Vieira's hand was still pulling on his clothes. He reached back and knocked away Vieira's hand, preparing to break through. Naturally, Thuram wouldn't let him get his way, and turned around to tackle… but he didn't tackle the ball, but just tackled Kéu's foot, which had jumped up to dodge. Kéu suddenly lost his center of gravity in the air, and then fell to the ground.

The referee's whistle finally sounded. In fact, he had been paying close attention just now. There were several times when he could have blown the whistle to stop the game and rule that Juventus had fouled. But he saw that the Fiorentina players were always controlling the ball, and following the principle of benefiting the attack, he had not blown the whistle. Now he had to blow the whistle. Fiorentina's attack had been terminated because of Thuram's foul.

Kéu was a little angry. His breakthrough was very beautiful. He got up and was about to find trouble with Thuram, but Zhang Jun quickly hugged him from behind. Now was not the time to argue with the other party.

Thuram seemed to know that he was in the wrong, and didn't argue with the referee. He turned back and ran back. But Vieira and Emerson surrounded the referee, dissatisfied with the ruling. They signaled to the referee that they had not fouled, and that Kéu fell because he faked it. Similarly, Mascherano was also dissatisfied. He was dissatisfied because the referee didn't give Thuram a yellow card, except for blowing the whistle.

"You're right, Juventus is indeed very embarrassed. Four people in the middle and backfield were messed up by Kéu alone. Four people were pulling and dragging, tackling and bumping, but they couldn't get the ball from Kéu. I think what we see today's Juventus is not like the old Juventus, they don't have the temperament of a noble lady at all. They're a bit like… like shrew fighting in the street."

"Without that steady temperament, is the old lady still the old lady? Today's Juventus is very worrying."

While taking the free kick, Xiang Tao pulled Kéu: "Hey, I'll teach you a trick, specifically to deal with this kind of deliberate foul, do you want to listen?"

Kéu glared at him: "You're too bad, not only did you grab people's little brother, but you're also trying to corrupt me!"

"Tch… I'm not teaching you how to grab a little brother. Besides, grabbing is my unique skill, I only teach it to people within the family, and I only teach it to men, not women. Even if you want to learn, I won't teach you!"

For the free kick, Mascherano passed the ball to Kéu, and Kéu shot from outside the penalty area, the ball went over the crossbar.

Two minutes later, Kéu attacked again, this time Fiorentina seized the opportunity for Juventus to press forward and launched a counterattack. Kéu changed his habit of dragging the ball and dribbled straight and quickly through the midfield, approaching Juventus's backcourt.

Emerson chased desperately from behind, and Thuram faced Kéu again.

Kéu took a very quick bicycle kick action. He was different from Brazilian players who did bicycle kicks. His upper body was straight, only his feet were very quickly crossed. This action was more sudden and more concealed.

Kéu's feint made Thuram's center of gravity a little unstable, and then Kéu suddenly did a… cow's tail!

Of course, this cow's tail wasn't as big as Ronaldinho's. Like the bicycle kick, it was also a quick mini version of the "cow's tail", but it was indeed that kind of "cow's tail" that Ronaldinho did.

Thuram was completely defeated. He was so stunned by Kéu's cow's tail that he was about to fall to the ground. Kéu took the opportunity to break through from the other side.

Thuram wouldn't be willing to let him pass like this, and he had to stop him even if it meant fouling.

So he turned around and tackled Kéu again.

Kéu didn't have time to dodge—or rather, he deliberately didn't dodge—he flicked the ball to the outside, and then lifted his foot slightly, and was tackled on his right foot by Thuram.

Then, Kéu lost his balance completely. He waved his hand trying to maintain his balance, and his feet naturally stepped forward, but unfortunately he had lost his balance, and stepping forward was useless.

But Kéu's purpose wasn't here.

His right foot