After his teammates surrounded him, Davis and Ou Chuliang slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Davis slowly stood up with the help of his teammates, and then tried to touch the ground with his right foot. After a few probing, Davis stomped his foot so hard that the palm of his entire right foot touched the ground. After a few "shivers" all over his body, he turned his head to look at Ou Chuliang and limped away.

It's really a tough guy act!

Ou Chuliang vomited in his heart, and then gritted his teeth as well, and stomped on the ground with his right foot in the same way as Davis.

"Oh~~~"

Ou Chuliang also shuddered, and an indescribable feeling welled up on his forehead.

When he felt that "snowflake feeling" surging from the soles of his feet all over his body, Ou Chuliang even felt that he was "sublimated".

Pushing away his teammates, he also limped towards the goal. Until it gets smoother and smoother, and then gradually people don't see anything unusual.

"Both are beasts!"

The players on both sides glanced at each other and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

It was just an "ordinary" kick, just an ordinary throw-in, neither team doctor came on the field, and after waiting for the players on both sides to disperse, the referee decisively blew the whistle for the game to continue.

It's just that since this time, the wild boar seems to have become a "domestic pig". Although there is still the power that cannot be pulled, there is still the power that cannot be knocked away. But compared to the previous performance, it is not so intimidating.

Milan would have dared anyone to step forward to defend, and Davies seemed to be dodging something, opting to drop back when he had previously opted to go further.

Maybe his feet have long been healed, but the mental shock that his feet caused Davis just now has not dissipated for a long time.

Juventus are still on the offensive and have the initiative.

In the 71st minute, Deschamps passed Davies after the midfielder broke the ball, and the Dutchman did not continue to dribble the ball after getting the ball, and directly passed to the front of the penalty area with his right foot. Inzaghi, who was inserted, fired a left-footed shot from 14 yards in front of the left side of the penalty area and was punched wide by Ou Chuliang.

Two minutes later, Conte sent in a low cross from the left.

In the face of this ball that was obviously spinning outward, Ou Chuliang, who attacked in time, decisively stretched out a right fist and knocked the ball out of the penalty area.

After landing on the ground, Inzaghi shook his head and sighed, and there was no touch of the ball above his head, only the sound of the ball and the fist gloves clashing.

In the 76th minute, Davies "snatched" the ball from Albertini's feet and quickly launched a surprise attack on the Milan half.

But after passing two defenders in a row, Davis could have tried to get past the last Maldini. But for some reason, he hurriedly got up, and the ball hit the leg of the horse team, so he slowed down and was held firmly in his arms by Ou Chuliang, who came forward.

"Ou catches Edgar's shot again!" The on-site commentator sighed helplessly. "This is the 7th time in the game!"

The commentator didn't care about the quality of Davis' shot, whether it was interfered with by Maldini. Anyway, he only saw the picture of "Davis shoots, Ou Chuliang catches". Like other Juventus fans, how not to be frustrated?

Lippi wanted to use Davies to break through the deadlock of "Zidane + Inzaghi", but now it seems that although Davies also played a shocking role, he slowly fell into the quagmire of AC Milan's defense.

Lippi is now in a dilemma, he can't let Davies pull back and continue to let Zidane play all the offensive role, and he can't let Davies continue to play like this, because it seems that Milan has adapted to this style of play.

At this time, except for Bierhoff, who was always stuck in the midfield, Milan was almost fully defensive.

So far in the game, there has only been one odious goal, and it was Milan's "sneak attack" after the opening period.

Think about it, the game has been played to the point where neither side will give the other room to sneak attack.

In other words, it is impossible for Milan to replicate that goal, and for Juventus, that goal is only allowed to occur once.

But this time, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back, leaving Juventus and Lippi exhausted.

At this time, Milan's attack also penetrated from the middle and forcibly turned into a long pass, that is, after every failed attack of Juve, the backfield personnel carried out a "clear long pass", and then let the striker fight for his personal ability.

Now it is Ou Chuliang who gets the ball, and he is naturally the one who makes the ball.

"Ou Chuliang's long pass!" Huang Jianxiang's tone unconsciously raised a height.

It doesn't matter whether there is a goal in the end of this attack, whether the shot is completed or not, the important thing is that these Chinese fans are happy to see Milan attack, and they are even more happy to see Milan's attack come from the feet of Ou Chuliang.

This time, Occhulian's long pass was just right, allowing Bierhoff to get on the ball on his chest and then turn comfortably, or make a next step such as a pass or ball protection.

Huang Jianxiang nodded with satisfaction, the goalkeeper has such footwork, and only Chinese goalkeepers may have it in today's football.

Ou Chuliang's fast attack made the Bianconeri a little tired, and the transition between attack and defense required to control the body to run back to the backcourt at great speed, such a situation can come once, twice, when it rises to three, four, each time, some players can't hold on.

Davies can run, as can Conte, who has just come on. But Deschamps was a little out of breath, and Zidane even ran two steps before stopping, not responsible for such a deep defense.

But after looking at the defensive results of his teammates, there was no smile on the French defender's face, and it was full of seriousness.

It's too much drag!

Juve's defense was nowhere near the level of the first half.

Milan's counter-attacking intensity is limited, and the characteristics of the strikers are very well targeted, and it stands to reason that the Juventus defence will settle the battle as soon as possible.

But as the clock ticked by, Zidane had already spread back into his own half and was involved in Milan's back-to-foot defense a few times, but the ball was still at Milan's feet.

Why can't it be broken?

Why is the ball still at the opponent's feet?

You don't want to win, do you?

Zidane looked at the scoreboard on the bald top, and after 82 minutes, the game had really come to an end.

Just then, Didier Deschamps made a reckless tackle to shovel the ball away from Ambrosini's feet.

The young Ambrosini was a little stunned, he neither fell to the ground and asked for a yellow card, nor did he get up to catch up in the first place. The referee took one look at him and deduced from his performance that it was a good shot, then turned his head directly to the Milan half and signaled to continue the attack.

But at this time, led by Zidane and Davies, the Juventus frontcourt players have spread their legs and run. At home, Milan was able to play a defensive counterattack, and Juve did not appear a few times in the whole game. But whenever it is played, the Milan goal is invariably a mortal threat.

In the blink of an eye, five Juventus players ran across the half-pitch and fanned towards the Milan penalty area.

Ou Chuliang and Ayala fought and retreated, and Ayala took the lead on the edge of the penalty area, waiting for the midfielders to return to make amends.

"Kill him!"

Ou Chuliang yelled, but it had no effect.

After receiving the ball, Zidane rarely used his body to resist Helweig, like a rushing steam train, no one could pull it.

"Stick to him, don't let him get up..."

Before his feet could speak, Zidane glanced at the goal, and the next touch of the ball was directly tightened with the instep of his foot and pumped directly behind the ball.

In the corner where no one was looking, the core of the soccer ball was just behind the ball, just on the instep of Zidane's foot.

"Knock on the mountain and shake the tiger!" Huang Jianxiang exclaimed.

"Buzz !!"

The cowhide cannonball tore through the air in front of it, leaving a string of piercing screams in the air.

Thirty-five yards away, fleeting.

The Juventus fans behind the goal were also amazed, and a huge banana suddenly appeared in their sight.

"Walter! Bent? The Juventus fans' eyes widened for a moment.

", it's over!" The Milan fan on the other side hugged his head.

"Fack, it's late!" Ayala, who was about to step forward to block it, sighed.

The more than 60,000 fans in the stadium held their breath, as if they had expected the rewriting of the score.

Qi Zu, who had his legs in balance and balanced, looked ahead, as if he was expecting something.

There must be one now, right?!

Boom!

The sound of gloves and leather clashing sounded in front of the door, and the whole Alp was muffled, as if it had been an earthquake.

Ou Chuliang's body was completely suspended in the air at this time, but it was not parallel to the ground, and his whole body was tilted upward, like a strong swimmer diving in the water.

For a moment, the Juventus fans behind the goal even had an illusion.

In front of Milan, there is not air, but a vast sea.

Ou Chuliang's body stretched out like a fish, and his hands stretched out above his head, opening at a 45-degree angle.

A pair of latex scratched Yosbao gloves were like baseball gloves, steadily catching the soccer ball that was many times larger than a baseball.

"Whew!"

"Wow!"

"Oh~~~"

The pitch of the more than 60,000 fans in the stadium changed three times at the same time!

At this time, Ou Chuliang's body was like a machine, saving, catching, landing, unloading, all in one go.

When they saw Ou Chuliang's body rolling around on the ground and then unloading his strength to get up, some people didn't even react.

The on-site commentator gasped all the time, and it hadn't been heard from his hoarse throat for several seconds on the court.

Even Zidane didn't react, and even the expression on his face didn't have time to change from antiquity to surprise.

Davis, Inzaghi and the others were even thrust in, their brains not yet fully feeding back information from the scene in front of them.

Boom!

At this moment, Ou Chuliang, who got up, flew up and volleyed the ball into the front court.

All the people reacted.

"Hiss~~~" Huang Jianxiang and Zhang Lu also opened their mouths wide, Zhang Lu wanted to "hehe", but he couldn't make the signature sound.

"This ball... The ball pounced, pounced, saved?? Huang Jianxiang finally remembered his duty.

Fans and commentators can do their job, but the photographer on the sidelines is still doing his job.

Before anyone could recover from the shock, the ball crossed the half-pitch again, over most people's heads, and landed in a vacuum on the right side of Juve's back.

"Hehe, it's Bierhoff!"

Zhang Lu followed the camera to find the figure of the German, which is quite a kind of hindsight.

You know, Ou Chuliang sent this long pass directly after receiving the ball!

Did you find it when you got up with the ball?

Or did you find it when you threw the ball into the air and were ready to kick it?

Or maybe it was found by Acchulian after he pounced on Zidane's violent banana ball?

No one knows the answer, maybe only through the mouth of Ou Chuliang after the game.

But at this moment, the fans are all focused on Bierhoff, the ball kicked by Ochulian was very low and flat, just enough that everyone jumped up and the head was barely out of reach, and when the ball came to the German, Bierhoff only needed to stretch out his foot and gently crotch to stop the ball in front of him.

"Oh my God!"

"China Ou caught Zidan's shot?"

'Milan sent a long ball from the back.

"Oliver!"

"What is he going to do?"

Bierhoff, who rushed to the line of the penalty area after only one step, also made a jaw-dropping move, perhaps in response to Ouchulian's long pass, perhaps to vent the whole game by being suppressed, or perhaps because of something else.

Before the Juve defenders could get closer, the German bomber made a rare move and blasted the ball in front of it directly into the Juve goal.

Peruzzi swooped sideways almost at the same time, but Bierhoff's bombardment was too hard. Even when he touched the ball with his fingertips, the Italian international couldn't stop it from going.

Bang!

The cannonball-like ball smashed into the inside of the post, still slamming into the side net with a powerful castration.

Hula!!!

In the next second, the entire Alp Stadium was boiling again.

"Goal!!

"The ball is in!!"

"Oliver. Bierhoff!! ”

"Hit a powerful shot that leaked domineeringly!!"

"There is nothing Peruzzi can do."

"2-0, AC Milan extended the score away from home!"

"It's incredible."

"Ten seconds ago, the black and white football was still in the arms of Milan goalkeeper Ou."

"Ten seconds later, it was in the Juventus goal."

"It was a fantastic goal, he was enough to crush the hopes of all the Juventus players!"

"It's enough to be remembered by the whole world!!"

"What about Qi Zu's explosion? The 100-meter assist is the craziest! If this foot comes from, only I am a good son of the Han family! ”

It's no wonder that Huang Jianxiang is so out of shape, in fact, when he said this, he brought all the emotions of Ou Chuliang flying to Zidane's long-range shot.

What a wonderful offensive and defensive battle!

First Milan's attack, and then Juventus seized the opportunity to defend and counterattack; Before the players could turn around, or even stop, the ball was miraculously caught by Acchulian and then kicked back into the Juventus half; Bierhoff is even more powerful, once again showing the power of the Serie A Golden Boot in front of fans all over the world.

A powerful shot without reservation, with a clever force, Peruzzi could only look at the ball and sigh.

Who says I'm only going to score headers?

Who says I'm only going to score penalties?

I'm going to give you a goal with your foot today, so you can see it!

My Serie A Golden Boot didn't come for nothing!

Last season was OK, and this season is OK!!

As Huang Jianxiang said, Bierhoff's powerful shot completely shattered the resistance of the Juventus players.

Even as a world champion, Didier Deschamps could only shake his head and watch the Germans rush to the sidelines to celebrate passionately.

"Hehe, see Xiang, this is the first assist of a Chinese player in Serie A!"

Looking at the subtitles that popped up on the screen, Huang Jianxiang, like Zhang Lu, was about to cry happily.

"That's right, it's the first, the first, hehe, hehe." Huang Jianxiang seemed to be infected by Zhang Lu, and he smirked vigorously.

"Who would have thought that it would come from a goalkeeper!"

At this moment, the Jianghu-Football Network text live broadcast room exploded.

Simple netizens don't say any trendy words such as cow X, but it doesn't mean that they don't have such a mood at the moment.

The moment Bierhoff scored, countless "thumbs-up" and "rose" expressions appeared on the public screen.

Looking at the barrage of emoji inputs, Promise is going crazy in the background.

It's terrible that it's the most basic chat emoji, but there is also a tendency to crowd the server!

"Lao Chen, can you still speak the whole audience over there? If I can't, I'll open another channel, and if I can't do it, I'll ban those netizens with poor internet speed from speaking for a few seconds. ”

"Lao Chen, Lao Chen?"

"Did you hear that? What do you do? ”

Xu Yu shouted a few times but didn't hear a response, and after walking out of the computer room, he found that Chen Tang and his classmates had already hugged each other and shouted.

It's understandable that the fans are excited, you are an announcer who is excited?

Still not working?

Do you want a salary?

How good is it to go to work normally, what are so many moths doing?

As a programmer, I can't understand how much Chen Tang loves football and how much he admires Ou Chuliang.

At the moment when they learned that the Italian Football Association counted the assist of this goal on Ou Chuliang, all Chen Tang's classmates burst into tears, clenched their fists and smashed the table one by one, unable to help themselves.

Ou Chuliang has been in Serie A for more than a year, and no matter how many world waves he throws out, people will only treat it as an after-dinner chat, and watch it pass.

Only the goals and the participants who scored them will be remembered.

When Ou Chuliang scored an assist in Serie A for the first time as a Chinese player, it was then that people wrote it into the annals of history and remembered it forever.

A few years later, some people may forget when Ou Chuliang debuted and when he landed in Serie A, but they will remember that on January 6, 1999, a Chinese player won the first assist in Serie A as a goalkeeper.

On the pitch, Occhulian himself didn't realize it, neither did the Milan players celebrating the goal, nor did the cheering Milan fans.

But those fans waving the five-star red flag were in tears, one pass ten, ten pass hundred, when thousands of Chinese fans understood the meaning of this goal, they all stood up and shouted: "Ou Chuliang, Ou Chuliang, Ou Chuliang!! ”

Seeing this group of "foreigners" accurately shouting Ou Chuliang's name in the stands, whether it was Juventus fans or Milan fans, they all showed envious looks at this moment.

Juventus fans envy that they can cheer for their favorite players, and Milan fans envy that they can call out the names of their idols with unmistakable accuracy.

But only Chinese fans know how happy they are at this moment.

"It's over, it's finally over."

On the sidelines, Zaccheroni let out a sigh of relief, worried for most of the game, and finally could put down his hanging heart.

Bierhoff's late goal was enough to shatter any illusions the Juventus had about an equaliser, and the game had already come to garbage time.

After three consecutive draws, he can finally return to Milan with victory in the opening game of the new year to welcome the blessings of the fans.

Thinking about those fanatical and adoring Milan girls, even Zaccheroni, a bald uncle who is dozens of years old, can't help but tremble.

"It's over, it's all over."

On the other side, Lippi sat on a chair. He, like Zaccheroni, had the heart he had carried throughout the game and fell back into his stomach.

It's just that his face is full of bitterness.

He doesn't care if the goal comes from a goalkeeper's assist, and he doesn't care what it means to Chinese fans.

He wouldn't think that far ahead.

At this moment, the Bianconeri's decorated coach lifted the frame of his glasses and suddenly made up his mind.

What should come will come, and what should go will always go.