Bang bang ...

The fans in the south stand all applauded excitedly, and the originally frightened mood became excited with Ou Chuliang's desperate interception.

"Oh!"

"It's so beautiful!"

"This ball is so decisive! What a great achievement! ”

In the presidential stand, Moratti also had to clap his palms lightly.

"This interception is indeed just right!"

"Hold the ball one step ahead of Ronnie."

"If it's a step late, at Ronnie's level, hum..."

Berlusconi on the side, not to mention how proud he is, can use a goalkeeper to "restrict" Ronaldo, this deal is too cost-effective. And in terms of value, Ou Chuliang is much cheaper than Ronaldo.

"It's good that I bought him this summer."

"If it's bought by Inter, it's miserable!"

Maldini and the others are already accustomed to Ou Chuliang's wonderful play, and they can understand that if every time Ou Chuliang's "magic play" goes over and hugs the other party's head and yells, it will not be half a game, and his throat will be inflamed, and he will no longer be able to shout.

Ouchulyan's long ball fell near the halfway line, which was headed over by Bierhoff. He tried to push back for a pass, but his team-mate still couldn't grab the second point.

"Demetrio, don't let him go too easily!" Maldini shouted, but it still didn't have the effect it should have.

Albertini was a little slower, and the Inter midfielder was very fast, and he split the ball directly to Zanetti.

Before the letting go team arrived, the Inter captain began to send the ball into the Milan penalty area again.

In the opening ten minutes, Inter Milan seemed to want to occupy the "home advantage" and attack Milan in one go.

Thankfully, this time Costa Curta was solid and the ball was headed out by him. Boban rushed forward with a brisk step, glanced at Helwig, faced Djokaeff, stepped on the ball with his left foot, then flipped to the left with 180, and then stepped on and pulled with his right foot, and a beautiful Marseille slalom to dodge the opponent.

"Beautiful!"

"It's Boban!"

There was a cheer from the fans in the stands.

This summer, Boban led Croatia to the third place in the World Cup as an absolute dark horse, and after returning to Serie A, fans are more willing to believe that he played a second spring!

"It's so chic!"

"It's so smooth!"

"Dare to maneuver in front of your own penalty area? What a daring artist! ”

At this moment, both Berlusconi and Zaccheroni had a delusion in their hearts.

Is Boban not old? How many more years can you fight?

After getting rid of Djokaeff's entanglement, Boban didn't hesitate and passed the ball directly to Helwig.

Helwig won the ball and immediately raced down the right corridor, even though there were few team-mates around him to pick up.

He believes in Boban!

Because Boban has always been the one who controls the rhythm on the pitch in Milan.

If Boban passes the ball to him, it means that he wants to break through with the ball.

But after all, Hellwig had only been in Milan for a few months, and when he ran out of the way, he didn't see Boban's embarrassed face waiting for him to pass back.

However, after Hellwig dribbled forward more than ten meters, he found that his teammates were not following him, so he stepped on the ball at the edge of the penalty area and waited for Udinese's old teammate Bierhoff to come over to respond.

After a couple of small passes in succession, the rest of the Milan players also ran over. It's just that the counterattack opportunity created by "hard" was defused.

Boban didn't have time to blame his teammates, and after running forward to receive the return pass, he started running up front and attacking with short passes.

Zaccheroni's 343 is not a quick defensive formation, and although he requires goalkeepers to be involved in the game, most of them are defensive tasks. As for the quick passing, it becomes the starting point of the transition between attack and defense, and the purpose is also to give the ball to the central midfielder through long passes, and then the central midfielder organizes the attack.

Facing Gallant, who was pressing forward, Boban began to patiently look for attacking opportunities.

Mourinho in front of the TV kept shaking his head, which was completely different from what he had imagined.

"You shouldn't kick like this, you shouldn't kick like this!"

"On the football field, people can never run as fast as the ball!"

"If the ball had been passed earlier, the Milanese might have already enjoyed the joy of scoring by this time!"

Mourinho, like a decadent drunkard, collapsed on the sofa at once.

With his right hand on his chin, he wondered how he would make the most of his existing squad if he were Milan's manager.

At the very least, Helwig shouldn't have sprinted with the ball, even if he passed it back to Boban. He should have quickly shifted to Weah on the other side of the pitch, and instead of running over to meet his team-mates, Bierhoff rushed straight into the opposition box for the final blow.

But now, Milan are playing in a very different way than he imagined.

"What a waste of such a good center!" Mourinho looked at Bierhoff, who appeared on the screen and unsuccessfully, sighed, and then added, "And such a good goalkeeper!" ”

The ball is still at the feet of the Milan players.

Boban controlled the ball, with Helwig and Zieg pulling away left and right to create space for their teammates. However, Boban did not choose to pull the side, but passed the ball back to Maldini behind him.

There was no offense, only a return pass, and it seemed that the organization had been abandoned.

But in the next second, Boban turned a corner and ran back. Elsewhere on the same level, receive a return pass from Maldini.

"This..."

Inter's new coach Roy pouted, "Let you run, see how long you can scream!" ”

With Roy's eyesight, he could tell at a glance what Boban was doing.

This way of pulling the opponent's defense line by running back and forth is actually very useful in positional battles. But the problem is that it takes a lot of physical effort to do so, and Boban is 30 years old this year.

He's not the Croatian guy he was six years ago when he could run all over the field!

He can still control Meazza in midfield, but he will soon be exhausted by this style of play, and then he will either become a probe or replaced by Zaccheroni.

The years are unforgiving, even if it is a smash hit Boban.

As the minutes ticked by, Milan still didn't make a couple of decent attacks and were struggling defensively. But Inter, which has strong offensive firepower, did not please Milan either.

"Hiss~~ How long has it been!?"

"Three or four yellow cards have been revealed."

"Why haven't you scored yet?"

"Hurry up and score!"

Inter fans can't wait for a long time, and this anxious mood is transmitted to the stadium, which naturally affects the mood of the home team.

Ou Chuliang resisted highly, not only Ronaldo, but also Zanetti, Djokaeff, and Ivan the Terror, these people have a very different style from others, and Ou Chuliang has to predict in advance what way the other party will give Milan a fatal blow while guarding it tightly.

"Goal... Goal... Goal..."

One pass ten, ten pass hundred, in a few seconds, the shouts of fans on both sides even overshadowed the electric horns at the scene for a while.

Both Milan fans and Inter fans are expecting a goal.

But both Acchulian and Pagliuca gritted their teeth and didn't let the first goal appear in the goal behind them.

"Whew, swoop, swooh..."Ronaldo held his knee, he was a little tired.

He still has a knee injury and his first game after returning is a fierce game like the Milan derby. Before halfway through, he felt he needed a break.

Looking at the opposite goal, Ou Chuliang was also covered in dust. He was wearing a black jersey, but the black jersey was a little white.

After rolling twice on the ground to unload the force of inertia, Ou Chuliang also pursed his dry lips, not even glancing at the football he blocked from the post.

After getting up from the ground, his Adam's apple shook and he turned his mouth and spat out all the sand in his mouth.

It was Milan's ninth shot on goal in the first half, and the seventh time that Acchulian had kicked a shot from the woodwork out of bounds.

Through the crowd, I looked at Ronaldo, who had just shot hard in front of the arc. Ou Chuliang quickly stood up with his hands on the doorpost, as if he didn't want to dwarf in front of the other party.

But because he got up in a hurry, his unprepared left leg shook, and there was a conscription for cramps.

Ou Chuliang hurriedly held on to the doorpost to calm his body.

The Milan derby, as it really is, lives up to its name!

On the football field, every minute an athlete stands is an "ordeal". Only fighters like Bergomi, Maldini, and Baresi can persevere to the end in such fierce battles!

Another corner kick was taken, and looking at the football flying into his defensive range, Ou Chuliang chose to attack again.

This time, he knocked the ball away with one punch. Looking at the way he looks, it seems that he is going to hit the ball directly into the opponent's goal.

"Yo Roar Roar Roar !!"

In the south stand, the Milan fans cheered again for their impregnable Great Wall of China.

"Milan, Milan, I just want to support you.

Milan, Milan, always for you.

Milan in the heart, in the depths of the soul,

You are our true friend..."

The red and black fans chanted in unison and began to sing the team anthem at the "home stadium".

Although Milan was always pressed by Inter in the first half, the tenacity shown by the Milan players still convinced this group of discerning fans.

There are no cowards in Milan!

Milanese are all fighters!

We fight for honor!

Hearing the singing of the Milan fans, Ronaldo and the Inter players felt a burst of anxiety.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

Inter have been attacking for almost 30 minutes since the opening, but there is still no improvement.

They can easily break through Milan's first two fragile defences, or they can get past the likes of Costacuta and Maldini through clever teamwork and excellent individual ability. But when they came to the Great Wall of China, they always returned helpless.

"The Great Wall of China, the strongest shield in the world!"

Who can be comparable, next to the emblem symbolizing the Crusades, there is a banner from the East.

It's always going to feel nondescript.

The Crusades were aggression under the banner of self-defense, and the Chinese built the Great Wall to prevent such behavior of foreign races.

But now there are no worries so much, Ou Chuliang's performance has conquered Milan fans again and again.

Aliens can conquer Inter with goals, so how can Milanese turn a blind eye to the Great Wall of China, which can stop aliens?

Ou Chuliang's face was covered with dust, and his shoulders and joints were also stained with some green grass clippings, and he looked embarrassed.

But at this time, no one dared to despise this goalkeeper from the East, and even Maldini looked back and saw the fortitude on the faces of his teammates, and he would unconsciously give birth to a touch of confidence to defeat his mortal enemy.

With that in mind, the Milanese launched wave after wave of counter-attacks at the end of the first half. Inter's defense is not easy, Diego Simeone, Zanetti, Gallant and others are also trying their best to defend, coupled with Pagliuca's stable performance, it did not let the Milan succeed for a while.

In the 43rd minute of the game, Zanetti received a pass from a teammate and used a gorgeous reverse turn to avoid Hurwig's top tackle. After dribbling through the vacuum, he sent a through ball to Djokaev before the Milan defenders got closer.

Djokaev is an opportunist and possession playmaking is not his forte, nor is it his desire. So he quickly got the ball back to Zanetti and he broke through into the Milan penalty area in search of an opportunity.

The Inter captain's powerful shot after the opening kick left a deep impression on the hearts of the Milan players, and when he saw Zanetti wanting to take the ball towards the previous free kick, Helwig did not dare to slack off and quickly leaned in.

Ronaldo and Ivan the Terror had already broken into the box at this point, waiting for the opportunity to come. As the two were tugging back and forth in the box, Costacuta and Maldini, who were in charge of marking the two, had a headache. There can be no too much movement to prevent the other party from faking to make points; They can't move too lightly, and their instantaneous explosiveness is almost unstoppable in Serie A.

"Come on, let the storm come harder!"

Ou Chuliang moistened his lips with saliva, and his knees bent again, ready to save at any time.

Just then, Zanetti moved. He first took a few lateral steps with the ball, and then slammed his heel as if he had eyes on the back of his head. At the same time, Aaron followed behind. Winter pushes straight and pushes the ball into the box.

With his unrivaled strength, Ivan leaned on Ngoti and easily picked up Aron. Winter's through ball. Seeing Ivan taking the ball in the Milan penalty area, Milan fans didn't dare to take a breath, for fear of affecting the performance of the defenders.

Ivan had his back to goal and Ngoti stuck his shoulder while putting his leg behind his touch-on foot to prevent him from suddenly shooting with a back-heel.

"Don't think about it!" Ngoti roared inwardly.

But Ivan didn't have the idea of turning around and getting rid of it at all, Yu Guang glanced at Ronaldo's running position, made a knockback movement, and quickly swung his leg to send the ball to the middle.

"Danger!" Huang Jianxiang's heart was about to rise to his throat.

"Ronaldo!"

Looking at Ronaldo, who was running diagonally, even Ou Chuliang had to move quickly to the middle. Just when he thought that the alien who was slanting up would meet the ball and shoot hard, Ronaldo's right leg did not hit the ball hard.

Kiss~~

The alien flicked the inside of his right foot between his legs, not only flicking the ball behind him, but also taking away two defenders, Costa Curta and Maldini.

Boom!

Boom!

Djokaeff rushed out of nowhere to meet the ball with a furious shot, the ball barely had any spin or arc, and the first time he tore the sound barrier and flew towards the Milan gate.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons.

Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

Originally, when Ronaldo swung his legs, Ou Chuliang touched the ground with his toes and was ready to save.

But who would have thought that the aliens were just a disguise, and the real killing moves were handed over to the teammates behind them.

After a pause, it was too late to react and think about Djokaeff's powerful shot.

Ou Chuliang's figure flashed up and down, and just as he was about to make a save, Djokaev's heavy artillery had already flown in front of Ou Chuliang.

Even though Ou Chuliang's dynamic vision could clearly see the stitches of every piece of leather on the ball, his body still couldn't make any responsive save. Or rather, after the vision transmits the image to the brain, Ou Chuliang's processor has not yet had time to react to the shot.

Puff~~~TengTeng~~~

There was a muffled bang in front of the Milan gate.

Djokova's powerful shot hit Ochulian's knees that were subconsciously close together, and he quickly fell to the ground after running out of way, bouncing back and forth several times between the heights of less than twenty centimeters.

In just one second, the ball bounced up and down seven or eight times. Then, the ball that had regained its calm was like a boulder, firmly resting between Ou Chuliang's legs, without a trace of vibration.

Hiss~~~

The entire San Siro gasped.

At this moment, whether it is the live commentator or the broadcast host from various countries, they are all leaning back, and a double chin is supported on their gas-filled chests. There were even some little blacks covering their heads, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Hula~~~~

A second later, an earth-shattering shout came from the South Stand.

55-year-old Titzano. Krudelli stood in the middle of the most crazy Milan fans, waving the red and black flag in his hand.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!! Don't think about scoring, never !! ”

At this moment, all the Nella and Inter players clearly saw that the black and white football was parked in front of Milan's goal line.

Just a little bit of power from behind and you can get it rolling into the back of the net.

But at this moment, no one stepped forward.

Ivan, who had been beaten horizontally, stood still and stroked his long hair; Ronaldo, who was running and faking kicks, gradually stopped and looked at the football obsessively; Djokaev's face was complicated, with regret, incomprehension, frustration, disappointment and other emotions mixed together.

Baggio, who was sitting on the sidelines, shook his head slightly, "If it were me, I wouldn't have stepped forward to make up for it." Or rather, I wish I could escape from that 'block cell'. ”

That's right, the three scoring giants of Inter Milan just stood in place, watching Ou Chuliang tidy up his clothes after relieving himself, and then slapped the outside of his body with two hands, and slapped the palm latex and the dust and grass clippings on his body to the ground. Then he slowly bent down and picked up the football from under his feet.

It's like a naughty kid picking up a soccer ball from under his feet on a quiet summer afternoon.

When Ou Chuliang picked up the ball, the south stand erupted in more shocking cheers again, and it became more and more regular and rhythmic.

"Europe, Europe, Europe, Europe, Europe!!"

Milan fans and Chinese fans hugged each other, jumping and shouting from their seats, as if Ou Chuliang had just lifted the trophy.

Looking at the Milan fans who were screaming in the tsunami, Ou Chuliang suddenly made an astonishing move.

He grabbed the soccer ball with one hand of his right hand and held it high above his head.

A breeze blows, kicking up a puff of dust.

But the football in the hands of Ochulian was not blown into the goal, as Neira fantasized about, but on the contrary, it stopped firmly in the palm of Ochulian's hand, like a torch in the hands of the American Lady Liberty.

"Wow! What is this kid going to do? On the podium, Moratti was furious. In his opinion, Ou Chuliang's move was simply a provocation.

Berlusconi, on the other hand, leaned forward and stared straight at the football in Ouchulão's hand.

"This guy won the championship for Milan?"