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At Zhang Shu's request, he didn't stop running from the beginning of the counterattack, but his speed was still slower than that of Zhang Shubacini. When he received the ball, he was followed by a Sampdoria midfielder.

Although he got the ball first, Caracciolo was not completely out of the opposition's defensive range.

Seeing that Caracciolo was about to shoot, Sampdoria's midfielder was also anxious, and he instinctively stretched out his hand to grab Caracciolo's shoulder, and at the same time leaned towards the opponent with his body.

At this point, he didn't have to think about whether he would give Brescia a penalty.

Caracciolo quickly lost his balance with the interference of his opponents, and his slender body prevented him from being able to shoot with a defender on top of him like Toney.

He involuntarily fell backwards, but before he fell, as a striker's instinctive desire to shoot, he still straightened his instep and stabbed hard at the football in front of him.

At this time, Caracciolo's long legs brought about by his height of 1.94 meters played a role, and although he was about to fall, he still stabbed the football hard.

After subconsciously shooting the ball, Caracciolo fell hard, and he only felt the back of his head slam into the grass, making his eyes black.

But he quickly recovered from his vertigo, and with the sky as the background, a figure appeared in his blurred vision, followed by a second, and a third, and a fourth, until the sky in front of him was completely obscured by a human figure, and he was crushed by a group of people at the bottom.

"Well done! Andrei!!! ”

I don't know whose voice exploded in his ears, and soon, all kinds of voices slowly came into his ears. There was a long whistle from the referee, a disappointed sigh from Sampdoria fans, and more than that, the congratulatory voices of his teammates.

"Andre, you scored on your first start!"

"Haha, I passed the ball, you have to invite me to dinner!"

"Andre, you're a little tricky with this stab."

It took a while for a group to get off his body.

Caracciolo sat up and looked at the goal, where Sampdoria goalkeeper Antonioli was sitting on the ground against the post with a depressed face, while on the other side of the goal, the ball was lying quietly in the net.

Ha, the first goal of the season? It feels awesome!

"The ball is in! Brescia equalised! "Huang * Jian * Xiang let out a cheer," Zhang Shu did not stop after the opponent's foul and continued to cut forward, Bacchini quickly sent a free kick, Zhang Shu attracted the opponent's two central defenders and passed the ball with his backheel to Caracciolo who was inserted in the middle, and Caracciolo stabbed the goal. ”

"Some viewers and friends asked on the SMS platform, under what circumstances can you send a free kick quickly? According to FIFA's latest rules of the game, if the referee is not ready to stop the game, such as if he is going to play a card or a player is injured, as long as there is no clear requirement that the attacking player must listen to the whistle before taking a free throw, the ball can be released again and the foul can be set and sent quickly. Brescia made full use of the rules in this case, and the opponent wanted to slow down their counter-attack with a tactical foul, so they used a quick free kick to break the opponent's foul tactic. Director Zhang explained on the side.

That's right, Brescia's front trio made a tacit sneak attack, Sampdoria was careless, they were caught off guard by Brescia's fast free-kick, and in the end they used almost all the means to stop Brescia's goal. Caracciolo's stab failed to hit the spot due to a foul, but instead deceived Antonioli, who had completely misjudged the direction of the ball. ”

"Now the score on the field is 2:2 draw! The two sides are back on the same page. ”

"Carlo, I don't think this will be needed for a while, right?" On the sidelines of the visitors' bench, Igor handed a piece of paper to Mazzoni.

Mazzoni nodded, and he took back from Igor's hand the substitution application form, which he had signed to give to the fourth official, and folded it into a small square and put it in his pocket.

He had already planned to replace Zhang Shu before. The whole team was suppressed in this game, and there was little hope of leaving Zhang Shu to win on the field, so it was better to replace him early to rest and prepare for the next Champions League game.

The application form was filled out and Mazzoni signed it, and it took only 70 minutes for Zhang Shu to be replaced, only to score before it could be handed over to the referee, Brescia.

It was a goal that changed the situation on the pitch and changed the manager's mind.

Although Huang *Jian* Xiang thought that the two sides were back on the same starting line, when the race resumed, it was not the case.

Brescia, who equalised, obviously had more psychological advantage than Sampdoria, and the Sampdoria players had exerted a lot of physical strength in the previous angry siege because of Zhang Shu's words, and Brescia regained the advantage on the field.

Players are running more and fighting more aggressively.

What's more, the players appear more confident, and this confidence in winning is revealed in every scramble, every one-on-one, and falls into the eyes of everyone who watches the game.

"Brescia's momentum has risen, you see they all look different." In the interval between Huang Jianxiang's comments, Director Zhang suddenly made a comment leisurely.

"This game... We can win ... Looking at the morale-boosting players after the goal, Mazzoni also thought to himself that the substitution request was crumpled by his hand in his pocket.

It's not just the spectators who think so, the players on the pitch think that way.

"It's only one goal away, and I still want to score!" Caracciolo flew towards his opponent's passing route, and the long leg that had helped him score again touched the ball, and the ball was rubbed by his toes, changed direction, and fell to Zhang Shu's feet.

"It's all come to this point, if you don't get three points, you won't be able to drink... Bacchini received a pass from Zhang Shu on the wing, and although his mind flashed through the post-match "activity", he was not chaotic at his feet, and took advantage of the opponent's unstable foothold to break through the defense of the Sampdoria full-back. Then before the second player of the opposing team came up, he passed the ball to Zhang Shu in the middle.

"These boys, if you don't scold, you can't do it, I can't be compared to the little guys." Di Biagio received a pass from Zhang Shu at the edge of the penalty area, and he met the ball and volleyed directly with his feet. The ball flew straight into the top right corner of the goal like a cannonball, and Antonioli flew to save it, but he could touch the ball with his fingertips before it flew into the goal. The ball was redirected slightly, slamming into the inside post.

In the slow time and space, Zhang Shu watched as the football was changed by the hard goalpost, slowly changing from a positive sphere to a central depression, and then recovering its shape under the action of internal air pressure and rebounding towards the outside of the goal.

The "Insight" skill was instantly opened, and the position of the football that was about to qualify in the next second came into Zhang Shu's mind.

The 6 p.m. sun sets slanting down from the west, enveloping the entire stadium in a golden shade.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"There are people who can convince everyone with tactics that are ahead of their time."

At this time, Guardiola was on the bench, hugging his head with little hair left in disappointment.

"Someone can arouse everyone's unyielding fighting spirit with angry scolding and shouting."

Watching his shot pop up, Di Biagio's hands were on his face.

"There are people who win the respect of all with their loyalty and perseverance."

Filippini, who was standing on the sidelines, opened his mouth slightly, nervously watching the football flying towards the small penalty area.

"There are still people who don't need to speak, just by virtue of their prestige and personality charm, everyone is willing to follow him and charge into battle."

Baggio, who was sitting next to Mazzoni, looked at the chaos in the penalty area, and his eyes flashed with hope.

"These are things I can't do."

A blue-white figure slipped into the middle of a group of tall defenders in the small penalty area.

"If there's one way I'm good at motivating my teammates, it's—"

"Assist,"

"And goals!"

Facing the raised spikes of his opponent's shoes, Zhang Shu shoveled and sent the ball into the net before the Sampdoria defender's big foot could be destroyed.