Because Zhang Shu's speed exceeded Dida's expectations, Dida chose to shovel the ball out of the bottom line in order to destroy Brescia's counterattack as soon as possible. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not ten years from now, in '03, the range of goalkeepers is not as great as that of their juniors, and the standard of a good goalkeeper depends more on his goal-line skills, and the requirements for a goalkeeper outside the box are not so high. As a goalkeeper, Dida was a little rusty with tackles, a technique he rarely used.

So although Dida slid out of the baseline with the football, the football was not kicked far.

Zhang Shu quickly picked up the ball at his feet and stood on the sidelines.

He almost stabbed the ball out of the first step just now, but in the end, he could only watch Dida destroy the ball off the sideline.

This made Zhang Shu very unwilling. He looked into the field, hoping to find a teammate closer to him. But all that caught his eye was the figure wearing the AC Milan red and black jersey.

There were two centre-backs standing in the penalty area, and Milan's midfielders Ambrosini and Brocki were running towards Zhang Shu, and further away, Baggio and Toney were slowly approaching him, but they were not sprinting with all their might, just coming at a normal jogging pace to catch the ball.

It looked like even their team-mates thought the quick counter-attack was over and they would face a well-packed Milan defence in a positional battle.

Zhang Shu turned his unwilling gaze to the unguarded Milan gate, he now regretted it, he knew that he would poke the ball out first even if he was put down. If you can win a direct free kick, you can shoot a free kick by yourself.

"It's a pity, Zhang Shu has run fast enough just now, but it's a pity that it's still a little bit close."

Huang *Jian*Xiang in the studio is still lamenting the rapid counterattack of this untimely death. If the chaser were to replace Filippini or Bacchini, or even Martinez, the ball might have been obtained, but unfortunately Zhang Shu was not the kind of fast horse on the wing in the traditional sense.

Really, is that the end there? Zhang Shu kept thinking in his heart about whether there was any other way to complete the attack.

Although Zhang Shu has been thinking about it for a long time in his mind, the real time is just a moment, Dida walked by Zhang Shu calmly, he is not in a hurry now, there is no teammate to come up to pick up Zhang Shu's throw-in, this Chinese kid can only stand there, and he can't do anything.

As he passed by Zhang Shu's side, he showed a triumphant smile.

The last time they met, Zhang Shu used a corner flagpole to assist in breaking the gate, and this incident has always haunted him.

For a long time after that game, the TV stations repeated that wonderful goal, and everyone who saw it laughed, this kind of wonderful goal was so funny, it was a goal that creativity and luck were indispensable, and it was a goal that could not be replicated again, and such a goal deserved to be replayed for a whole year.

But Dida couldn't laugh at all, the biggest humiliation of a goalkeeper and defender is to become the background of a classic goal, and he and his teammates are the background that Zhang Shu finally appeared in that goal.

Every time that goal is replayed, he will appear on the screen in the most humiliating way possible. Years later, when the goal was replayed again, his name would still be mentioned countless times as the goalkeeper who conceded the goal.

No player wants to leave a big name in football history in such a way.

So in today's game that Milan gave up, he pounced left and right, vowing to keep all Brescia's shots out of goal.

That's why after destroying this excellent counterattack opportunity for Brescia Liga, he was so excited to provoke directly.

"Sorry, kid, I won this time."

After completing the taunt of Zhang Shu, the depression that Dida had accumulated in his heart since the last game was finally relieved a little, he cracked his mouth, turned away with a big laugh, and left the loser Zhang Shu with a smug back.

Then he heard the answer of the loser behind him.

"Don't think you've won."

He was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had misheard.

Does this Chinese kid still think he has a chance to turn around?

He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Shu with a puzzled face, but the other party just showed him a sinister smile.

"It's a mystery." Dida shook her head, turned and ran slowly towards the goal.

The next second, he felt a thump to his back.

Zhang Shu didn't stop thinking, he carefully recalled all the rules about throw-ins.

When Dida taunted him, he just replied habitually, but didn't actually take it to heart. Zhang Shu didn't do much of this kind of thing, mocking each other, just put a cruel word and go back, or else he could still beat him?

Wait a minute... Hit him? It doesn't seem impossible.

A plan appeared in Zhang Shu's mind.

When Dida just turned his back to him, Zhang Shu raised the ball above his head with both hands, swung his arms forward, and when the ball reached the top of his head, he let go of his hands, and the ball flew out of his hand, flew towards Dida, and a second later smashed Dida's back, and then bounced back and fell at Zhang Shu's feet.

Without hesitation, Zhang Shu ran into the field and kicked the football out.

Dida who was hit by the ball instinctively glanced back, and all he saw was Zhang Shu's figure passing in front of him.

"Wh... What's the situation? He was a little confused. At first, he thought that Zhang Shu couldn't stand his ridicule and deliberately hit him with a ball. As a cunning Brazilian player, the first thought that came to his mind at this moment was: should you cover your face and lie down?

Without waiting for him to react, Zhang Shu directly strode the ball, passed Dida who was still in place, and rushed towards the middle.

Milan's two central defenders pounced on Zhang Shu as soon as possible, but they were too far away from Zhang Shu. To run to Zhang Shu's side, they need at least a few seconds.

As for the others, it is further afield.

Without letting any Milan player get close to him, Zhang Shu kicked the ball out of the ball directly on the left flank, 35 meters away from the goal.

The ball flew out like a cannonball, cutting a high arc, and in a split second, it went over the heads of the two defenders at the edge of the penalty area and continued forward.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, he rushed headlong into the unguarded gate. (To be continued.) )