Kyle handed the ball to Crewe - if Mascherano was on the pitch, he should have given it to Mascherano and let the Argentine decide how to attack, but now Crewe is both a midfielder and a midfielder.

Crewe received the football, and Kaka stopped him symbolically in front of him - he had little energy left, and he knew that there were Pirlo and Gattuso behind him, so he simply handed them over.

In the face of Pirlo's defense, Crewe supported his body with his left foot, and then during the run, his right foot was raised and dangled twice on the football, so that Pirlo could not make up his mind, and then he jerked the ball to the right, and then accelerated to break through!

Pirlo moved over, but Crewe braked suddenly, and then hit Pirlo who didn't have time to close his feet, and at the same time as the two made physical contact, Crewe's left arm was slightly bent, and he poked Pirlo's stomach with his elbow very covertly.

Crewe started again, but Pirlo could only hold his stomach and fall to his knees.

The referee felt a little strange, but he couldn't blow the whistle to stop the game, because the physical contact between the two was within the normal range.

Cru took revenge on Pirlo and drove straight to Gattuso with the ball.

When approaching Gattuso, Gattuso was ready to sink in to prevent him from breaking through, but he didn't expect Crewe to suddenly make an emergency stop! Then without waiting for Gattuso to react, he immediately took on a "bulltail" feint!

The ball flicked left and right on top of his right foot and slammed past Gattuso's left side!

Crewe was about to break through, but in desperation, Gattuso could only hug Crewe with both hands and throw him to the ground like judo!

"Toot!!"

Both Schalke and Florence had only one voice: "Punish him!" ”

The Fiorentina fans shook their fists in anger, as if they wanted to rush to the pitch to teach Gattuso a lesson.

The referee took out the card, but it was not a red card, but a yellow card. Gattuso received a yellow card and now there is no one left in the AC Milan backline. For a Champions Cup title, they paid a lot of price.

The ball is about twenty-seven metres from the goal, slightly to the left.

Zhang Jun trotted all the way from the penalty area to the foul site, then took the football from Joaquin's hand, stepped on the turf pointed by the referee hard, and then carefully placed the football on it, not letting it roll back and forth.

Yang Pan, Galadino, Castrom, Kaka and Ambrosini formed a human wall in the near corner of the goal, while Abbiati stayed in the far corner, and the players of Fiorentina and AC Milan were entangled in the penalty area.

The AC Milan fans in the stands kept booing Zhang Jun to interfere with his free throws. And the Fiorentina fans used singing to suppress the other party's boos and cheer for Zhang Jun.

Sophie in the box looked nervously at the stadium, and she was nervous about Ren Yudi beside her. In fact, no one in the whole box was relaxed, and AC Milan was also nervous.

Zhang Jun set up the football and then began to retreat, backward, backward again, and his backward running distance had increased to eight meters beyond his usual five meters. Running such a long distance, does he want to fight power? Hard pumping?

Yang Pan looked at Zhang Jun in front of him, he blocked his crotch with one hand and the front of his neck with the other. Tilting his head slightly, he was also nervous about the ball.

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"What is a free kick? It seems like it's only more difficult than a penalty because no one is interfering with you. But that's actually the hardest way to score. You're a striker, you have an infinite number of ways to score, are you sure you really want to learn free-kicks? This is after he approached Baggio and told him that he wanted to learn free kicks from him, and Baggio asked him.

He doesn't actually know why he has to learn free kicks, because as Baggio said, a striker can shoot a ball into the goal in many ways, and there is no need to work free kicks, so most of the best free kicks in the world are midfielders and backfield players, and there are very few strikers. Maybe it's just a simple imitation of idols, hoping that I can have the same way of playing football as idols. Or just want to please idols, find more topics to talk about and get close to Baggio.

"Hey, Zhang, you're the most talented player I've ever seen, either way, including free-kicks." This is what Baggio said in surprise after he was able to send the ball into the top corner of the goal from a distance of twenty-five meters.

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Twenty-seven meters, a bit far, but it doesn't matter.

'It was an attacking opportunity for Fiorentina and they now have a free-kick up front. Fiorentina got a lot of such opportunities in this game, but Zhang Jun didn't grasp it, not once! We're concerned about Zhang Jun's form from free-kicks, as he has scored significantly fewer goals from set-pieces lately, and maybe he's not out of form. I think it's more appropriate for Xiang Tao to take a free kick at this distance. ”

Xiang Tao really ran up, he looked at Zhang Jun: "Do you want me to help?" ”

Zhang Jun looked at the human wall, then at Xiang Tao, and then shook his head: "They all know that this ball is my penalty, your feints are redundant, no, you go to the front of the penalty area and prepare to make up for it." In case I don't score......"

Xiang Tao obediently ran to the top of the arc of the forbidden area.

"Oh! It seems that Zhang Jun is the main punishment! ”

I'm the captain, I should have the courage to take responsibility at critical moments, of course I took the penalty for this goal, and now my teammates on the field can compare to me with a free kick?

Milan's human wall was still grinding and wrestling with the referee, the referee retreated, they went further, the referee came up, and immediately obediently retreated to his original position.

The referee stepped back, and the Milan wall rubbed half a step forward, but at this time the referee didn't want to push them like this anymore. He raised his right arm, then lowered it again, and blew the whistle.

Zhang Jun starts running!

But instead of running directly at the football, he suddenly turned to the right and then changed direction again, running from the right side of the football to the left! He's going to shoot with his left foot, not his right foot, as people had guessed before!

The running distance was too long, which made the Milan players who were familiar with Zhang Jun's way of playing a little overwhelmed, and the human wall was jumping or not jumping, and there were some disagreements on when to jump.

As a result, Yang Pan and Kaka jumped, but Castrom did not jump, and Gilardino also jumped, but jumped early.

The soccer ball went over the head of the jumper, Casterron who didn't jump!

Yang Pan, who was beside Castron, jumped up and watched the football fly in front of him, wanting to use his head to top it, but he couldn't!

As soon as Abbiati saw Zhang Jun's start, he knew that he must be shooting into the near corner, so he flew to the near corner of the goal.

But he didn't expect the football to fly over the head of the human wall, and the consequence of this was that the height of the football was very low, not the upper corner that Abbiati had envisioned!

He's in the air at the moment, there's nothing he can do about football. The only thing he can do now is pray that the ball hits the post or shoots straight out of the frame.

My God!

"Huh!" The sound of a soccer ball hitting the net.

“itsgoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal！！！” The narrator waved his arms and shouted frantically.

Proud to Schalke boiling!

Florence is boiling!

The Chinese fans who stayed in front of the TV all night were also boiling over – except, of course, the die-hard Milan fans.

Sophie jumped up from her seat and cried out very unladylikely, "Goooal!" ”

Ren Yudi was not as excited as her, just buried his head down, and then clenched his fists in front of his chest, shaking constantly.

Sabato, who was too nervous to sit down, hugged Di Livio around him tightly, and his fists were still waving behind Di Livio.

The excited Zhang Jun kept tearing the jersey, as if he wanted to tear the jersey to pieces. His mouth was still growling, shouting words that no one could hear. The Fiorentina players rushed up and surrounded him tightly, raising their right arms high and roaring with Zhang Jun.

"Eighty-sixth minute of the game! In a magical moment, Zhang Jun equalized for Fiorentina with a direct free kick of 27 meters! No one thought he would score a goal before! What stupidity we have! For such a killer, it only takes a flash of light for a second to be enough, because he is a genius! Only mortals need ninety minutes of non-stop running, non-stop hard work, and genius only needs one time to be enough! ”

"Hooray! Zhang Jun! Banzai! Florence!! "There is only one voice in Schalke and Florence!

The fireworks that Milan fans had lit were still alone in a corner of the stands, and no one remembered them anymore.

Kaka knelt on the field, helplessly looking at the Fiorentina players celebrating the goal, and it was quite cruel to be equalized by the opponent at this time.

Just as dazed as he was was the other Milan players.

Basten was in pain, so much so much pain that he didn't even know how to describe how he felt at this moment. His favourite player gave his team a blow in the face.

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After a short celebration, the game quickly resumed. Both sides knew that time was running out and that perhaps it would be a good option to drag into extra time at this time, but some people disagreed.

"Why overtime? Now we're in good spirits, we're in good shape, everything is right, so why wait for a five-minute break to replay? No overtime, no! Either you can get rid of each other within the remaining four minutes, or you can be solved by them! Sabato glared at Di Livio, who had persuaded him to play overtime.

"Hey! Zhang Jun! Hey! Crewe! Hey! Hey! All of you! Listen to me: Attack! Offensive! Run until you're exhausted and give me a fucking attack! Win this game and we are the kings of Europe! He rushed to the sidelines and shouted to the players on the field.

Just four minutes, counting stoppage time - five minutes at most, nine minutes left. That's enough time for everything to happen, or to extend the score, or to be overtaken.

Everyone showed the last strength and fighting spirit they had left, gritted their teeth and persevered until the end of the game, either defeating their opponents or being defeated by their opponents. But there will be no early defeat!

Kaka slammed into the ball, and Yang Pan plugged it in at high speed, but as soon as he received the football, his body suddenly flew out!

Xiang Tao! It was he who rushed up and knocked out Yang Pan, who was already up in speed, and intercepted Milan's attack with a foul. If Zhang Jun and Yang Pan are very dedicated and professional in football, then Xiang Tao is desperate in football. He didn't care if the collision would affect his World Cup, and now at this moment, he only knew that if he didn't crash into it, Yang Pan would break through and then threaten the goal guarded by Frey.

The two rolled on the ground, and the referee ran over and showed a yellow card to Xiang Tao, who was still on the ground. At this time, Yang Pan had no time to pay attention to why the referee didn't give a red card to the opponent, he jumped up from the ground, and then quickly kicked the free kick to Kaka.

Kaka fired a long-range shot from outside the box, but Frei was able to hold the ball in his hands.

The Milan fans cheered the team on with "Milan, Milan", while the Fiorentina fans shouted: "Fuck Milan, Milan!" Fuck you Milan Dynasty!! Long live Florence! Long live Florence! ”

The tense atmosphere on the court spread to every corner of the stands, and even the very neutral Chinese team clenched their fists one by one, their bodies trembled slightly, and they didn't dare to blink when they looked at the field, for fear of missing a wonderful moment.

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Crewe got the ball in the middle, he didn't dribble it but gave it to Gasballoni, then ran forward himself, and then Gasballoni passed the ball to him. The two made a two-over-one!

After receiving the ball, Crewe took advantage of the situation to move the ball towards the middle, and then accelerated to rush up. He didn't choose to back down or share the ball, but identified the middle of the Milan penalty area and planned to burst!

"Stop him!!" Milan fans shouted.

With Pirlo on the left and Gattuso in front, the two were already in a flanking position. It looks like Crewe is no longer able to fly.

Pirlo reached out to poke the ball, and Crewe pulled the ball back with his left foot, allowing Pirlo to pounce into the air, followed by a quick turn and his body to block the dishonest Gattuso.

"Damn it! One more person up! Can't let him into the box! Abbiati yelled in front of goal.

In front of Crewe's eyes, the penalty line is close at hand, and it is difficult to break through but not an inch! In front of him, there were already two Milan players blocking it. But he still planned to break in.

A quick cross at his feet made Gattuso want to stretch his feet but didn't dare to stretch his feet, and then suddenly knocked the football under Gattuso's crotch lightly, and then, Crewe was about to jump up and bypass Gattuso!

As long as he can get around, he's in the box.

But Milan defender Jankulovski, who was next to Gattuso, slammed into Crewe and knocked him out! Crewe falls inside the box!

"Toot!" The whistle sounded again.

"Penalty!!"

"Put your mother's shit penalty!" This time it was the Milan fans' turn to scold.

"Crewe falls to the ground, Milan fouls! But this place ...... Is it a penalty or not? Let's take another look at the slow motion ......" shows that although the football is in the box, Jankulovski hit it in time, and the foul is committed outside the box.

The referee did not point to the penalty spot, but stood at the place of the foul and raised his arms. Indicate that this is a free kick.

Sabato was quite dissatisfied with this: "The referee is blind!" Blind! This should be a penalty! He didn't care about the fact that it was a free kick in slow motion, and in his opinion, all the decisions against the team were the referee's problem.

Basten was pacing around the sidelines, looking nervous. Just let Zhang Jun score a 27-meter free kick, and now give the opponent an 18-meter free kick, according to Zhang Jun's state, this ball ......

"Human wall! Wall! Go up to the seven-man platoon! He yelled from the sidelines.

Sure enough, Zhang Jun picked up the football again, then walked to the place designated by the referee and put the football firmly on the ground.

"This is Florence's chance! Now it's stoppage time! Will Zhang Jun be able to kick Milan into hell with another free-kick? Let's wait and see......"

But this free kick was not Zhang Jun's penalty, because he put the football on the ground, flashed to the top of the arc, and gave it to Xiang Tao, who was ten meters back to run. Seeing that it was not Zhang Jun who was the main punishment, many people breathed a sigh of relief, in their seriousness, Xiang Tao was far less threatening than Zhang Jun.

"It turned out to be Xiang Tao who was in charge, I really can't figure out why Zhang Jun gave up this opportunity to a defender!"

All of Milan's players returned to the box, while Fiorentina rushed up front, with the exception of centre-back Bonella and goalkeeper Frei.

Sophie was so nervous that she covered her eyes and didn't dare to look inside the arena again.

And Zabato, who has always been strong, had to turn his back to the pitch at this time, clinging to the roof of the bench and chanting words in his mouth.

Everyone was watching the stadium nervously.

But there are also many people like Sophie and Sabato, who keep their heads down and don't dare to look. It doesn't matter if it's from Milan or from Florence.

"If it's Xiang Tao's penalty, we must not jump, absolutely not!" Yang Pan reminded his teammates loudly, "I'd rather let the football hit us, don't jump, don't dodge!" ”

The referee pulled back out of the penalty area, then looked at the wall and Xiang Tao who took the penalty, and then he blew the fateful whistle.

Xiang Tao started to run, and he ran as usual, running towards the football.

The ten-meter running distance was just a moment, Xiang Tao ran to the front of the football and slammed his legs! A dial!

A dial?

Yes, Xiang Tao passed it on!

Pass it to whom?

Zhang Jun!

"Hell!" Nesta lunged towards Jang Jun.

Zhang Jun slammed his legs on the spot, he wanted to volley directly!

Resolutely not let him shoot! With that in mind, Nesta rushed sideways, trying to block Jang Jun's shot with his body.

At the same time, Yang Pan in the human wall also turned and rushed towards Zhang Jun's left side, he almost instinctively rushed to that place, just as he believed that Zhang Jun would definitely push into his cross, he believed that Nesta would never be able to stop Zhang Jun - because Zhang Jun would not shoot directly at all!

Sure enough, Zhang Jun suddenly made a sudden stop, stepped on the football with his right foot down, and did not shoot out, Nesta pounced, and the whole person crossed in front of Zhang Jun's feet! Then Zhang Jun gently pushed the ball forward, crossed Nesta, and rushed into the penalty area!

The direction in which he rushed in was exactly where Yang Pan was.

Zhang Jun found Yang Pan who had just turned around at the first time, the two were very close, there was no way to retreat, there was no way to avoid it!

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"Show us the success in Florence!"

"Is it okay to snatch the title from Milan with your own hands?"

"If you have the ability, try it!"

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I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, Jun Zhang! Yang Pan glared at Zhang Jun.

Me too, Yang Pan.

Give it a try......

Give it a try!

Yang Pan stretched out his arms, intending to stop Zhang Jun.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun gently picked up the football to the right with his right foot, and then leaned his body on Yang Pan's body on the left, Yang Pan's body shook, but he insisted on not falling, but struggled to press Zhang Jun. He doesn't admit defeat, he definitely won't admit defeat!

Zhang Jun grabbed Yang Pan's clothes with one hand, leaned on Yang Pan's body, supported his entire body with his left foot, picked up his right foot, and volleyed directly!

Yang Pan was separated by him, and there was nothing he could do!

It was a figure rushing towards it, intending to stop it with its feet. It's a pity that he was one step too slow!

"Kaka didn't stop him!"

Abbiati flew towards the ball, but his reaction was still slow in the face of Jang Jun's powerful volley.

The soccer ball slammed into the underside of the crossbar and bounced back in! Bounced into the goal!

Yang Pan's body leaned back with the football, and finally fell to the ground, and Zhang Jun also fell on top of him.

Both of them saw the football clearly...... Entered!

Yang Pan moved his gaze from the inside of the goal to the dark blue night sky, and his mind went blank.

Zhang Jun struggled to get up from the ground, it was such a simple process of getting up, he fell three times before he barely got up from the ground. Then he ran frantically to the sidelines with open arms, and roared!

But as soon as he ran out of the Milan penalty area, he was dragged down from behind by Kru and then pressed under him.

More teammates rushed up, jumped up, and pressed down.

"We won, didn't we? We're European champions, aren't we? Isn't it?! ”

"Yes, yes, we're fucking European champions!"

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"The ball is in! The ball is in! The ball is in! "The roar coming from the TV made the whole city of Florence boil, all the bars, all the homes, the municipal square, the Arno River, every corner, there was a huge roar.

Beer was sprinkled in the sky, car horns were blaring, and arms were waving.

As in this case, the Florentines of Schalke lit fireworks that had been prepared for a long time, waved them in their hands, and shouted: "Hooray! We are the kings of Europe! We trample the world under our feet! We are invincible! ”

Sophie, covering her eyes, heard a whistle blow, and then after a while...... Maybe it was long, maybe it was short, and she heard the cheers of the whole stadium, and she felt the whole stadium tremble, it was shaking. Then Ren Yu slammed her hand away and shouted to her excitedly: "Take a look!" Check it out! Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun! We're ahead! 3:2 We are ahead! ”

Sophie stared at Zhang Jun, who was crushed by her teammates - she couldn't see it, but she saw a hand, and there was a bright red on her wrist. She didn't cry this time, even though she was still biting her lip tightly. You should be happy at this time, how can you cry?

Turning his head to look at Ren Yudi, his excited smile was like a student, where is the majesty of a chairman?

At the same time as he heard the cheers coming from the court, Sabato fell to his knees as soon as his knees went limp, and he hung his head down, and it was difficult to describe his feelings. Di Livio hugged him from behind and shouted in his ear, "Look! We've won! We've won! It's Zhang Jun's boy, we are the kings of Europe! Through and through! We really did it! ”

"King of Europe, it's hard to imagine......" Sabato muttered.

"It's unbelievable! Unbelievable! "In the noisy stadium, the on-site commentators roared desperately, so that their voices could be clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone in front of the TV." What a magical moment! After chasing two goals in the last six minutes, Fiorentina completed a great comeback! And it was their captain who achieved this miracle, the top scorer of this European Champions Cup, the great striker Zhang Jun!! He dominated the game with a hat-trick and his two fatal goals sent Milan from heaven to hell in an instant! This is fate, starting from Milan's mistake of letting Zhang Jun go, fate! If Fiorentina finally win this game and claim the first European championship trophy in their club's history, Zhang Jun is a well-deserved Fiorentina hero! ”

Bosque didn't interrupt the commentator's excitement as he looked at the excited Fiorentina players on the pitch with a smile on his face.

He said before that this game needs a hero to divert people's attention from the constant strife and disagreement back to football itself.

At this time, Zhang Jun was born.

What a hero!

(To be continued)