After fifteen minutes of tentative attack, both sides gradually understood the tactics used by the other side in this game. Just the first shot and corner kick from Fiorentina.

The second ** soon came, this time brought by AC Milan.

They organized an attack on the right side, Yang Pan took the ball and burst Xiang Tao, Xiang Tao's speed was not as fast as Yang Pan, and he threw off half of his body. It's just this half of his body that is enough for him to cross. Yang Pansheng tells the precise cross in the run.

His cross arced straight in front of goal, but Frei didn't dare to strike and had to hold on to it.

Gilardino sprints on the run and then leaps high for a powerful header!

Frey's reaction was swift, and he struck the ball out with a single palm!

It's a pity that the ball didn't hit far, Ambrosini knocked the ball back to the top of the arc at the edge of the penalty area, Kaka stopped the ball, and then didn't adjust, didn't run, and hit the goal directly!

Kaka's long-range shot is also well-known in international football, and at this time, Frei has not yet stood firm, how can he save this shot when the center of gravity is unstable?

Do you watch the football come in?

Someone won't say yes. Kyle appeared in the position where the goalkeeper was supposed to stand, and he leaped to the top! Push the soccer ball out!

"Wow! It's dangerous!! It's dangerous! AC Milan almost broke the deadlock! Kyle's appearance defuses the danger! The narrator exclaimed.

And the German audience who went to Schalke cheered hard for Kyle, and they shouted Kyle's name loudly, after all, they were all Germans, so they naturally wanted to support it. Because there are two Germans in Fiorentina, Schalke is more like Fiorentina's home turf now.

Kyle, who blocked Milan's shot, was as excited as if he had scored a goal, slammed his fist and yelled: "Don't let them shoot like that!" them!! Dare to go wild on Lao Tzu's territory! ”

"wow~~" Xiang Tao whistled, "There are fellow villagers watching the battle, and the mentality is different!" ”

Crewe gave him an elbow: "Let's review your mistake just now, so easy to let Yang Pan break through, are you made of wood?" ”

Xiang Tao's face couldn't hold back: "Next time, next time it will definitely not be so easy for him!" ”

In the duel between him and Yang Pan, it seems that he has not won many times.

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Soon Fiorentina returned to the color of AC Milan's attack. Crewe organised the attack in the middle, and instead of dribbling himself in the face of Gattuso's marking, he quickly split the ball to Gasballoni on the flank, and then cut forward himself. Gasballoni passed the ball to him again and the two made a one-two.

Gattuso still followed Crewe, not leaving an inch.

Crewe made a feint to pass to Gasballoni, but he duffled a shot at his foot and smashed the football to Mascherano who was plugged in behind him.

This series of actions made Qiu Suhui in the stands nod his head.

In the three seasons in Florence, he has indeed matured a lot, and he is no longer the hairy boy who only bowed his head and dribbled coolly.

Sabato is a good manager and Fiorentina is a very good team.

Qiu Suhui would like to thank Sabato.

Mascherano received a clever pass from Crewe, dribbled laterally and distributed the ball to the right. Joaquín received the ball and faced Milan's left wing-back, Czech Jankulovski. This guy can play as a midfielder and as a defender, and he's an all-rounder. However, with Milan having captain Ambrosini in left midfield and Castren also making a cameo, he can only play at left wing-back for now.

Jankulovski's defense was in place, and Joaquin couldn't break through for a while. He pulls the ball and waits for his team-mates to run.

Van Persie knew Joaquin's intentions, so he ran diagonally to the side, and Joaquin kicked straight behind Jankulovski.

AC Milan's central defender Maxwell was then pulled to the side by Van Persie, Van Persie got the ball first, he did not continue to dribble the ball, but took advantage of the fact that Maxwell had not yet posted it and did not block his angle, and directly crossed!

He didn't pass a high ball, he rolled a ball! The soccer ball rolls against the turf and rolls towards the goal! This is a very vicious pass, as long as the football route is well mastered, not too close to the goal, then the goalkeeper will not dare to attack, and none of the defenders who return to the defense dare to stretch out their feet to block, because the slightest mistake will be self-promoting.

This kind of passing is sure to cause chaos in front of the opposing goal. There is chaos in front of AC Milan right now.

Zhang Jun, Nesta, Pirlo, Gattuso, Crewe...... They are all crammed into such a small area, and the AC Milan players rely on the Fiorentina players desperately, using their hands and feet together, not letting them get close to the football, allowing the football to drill through the crowd unimpeded, without touching anyone, that is the best result.

Zhang Jun watched the football coming, he shook his hand, and then rushed forward with all his might, stretching out his foot to shoot!

It's a pity that Nesta has no choice but to hold him back, so he can't use his strength, and can only watch the football slip away from him. Crewe was not as good as him, and he was still some distance away from football, so he was blocked by Gattuso and did not let him get close to football.

Thanks to the joint efforts of the Milan players, the ball finally rolled in front of the goal without causing any danger to the goal.

Zhang Jun raised his hands and signaled to the referee that Nesta had just pulled him and that a penalty should be awarded, but the referee ignored him. AC Milan fans were about to breathe a sigh of relief when the football crossed the goal, but gave Fiorentina left wing-back Gasballoni a chance! He appeared on the left side of the goal unmarked and then won the football and shot straight at goal!

Abbiati pounced on that side, hoping to block the shot. The final result was that he did not block the shot, but the football did not go in, and Gasballoni's shot was a little anxious, the footwork was not mastered well, and the kick was on the outside instep, and the football drew an arc and hit the goal-side net directly.

There was a burst of exclamations and sighs from Schalke.

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Thirty minutes into the first half, the two sides still played well, according to the pre-game tactical plan step by step. Because there is still time, the managers of both sides are not in a hurry, and it is very good to maintain this status quo at the moment.

In the finals, the first thing to compare is who makes fewer mistakes and who is more patient.

Of course, it would be even better if we could find an opportunity to break the deadlock in this calm situation.

So at this time, Basten sat in the coach's seat in a suit and leather shoes, without saying a word. Sabato sat in the dugout as well, with his hands on his chest and looking at the field without saying a word.

The game is on track and they don't have anything to adjust to now.

The camera frequently cuts back and forth on the faces of the two people, trying to give a hint from the expressions of the two people, but unfortunately both of them are expressionless, which greatly disappoints the narrator.

Kaka broke through the middle with the ball and the Milan fans cheered loudly for their players.

Mascherano came from the flank, then made a quick tackle, Kaka poked the ball forward, then jumped up and deftly flashed it.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Sabato's mouth twitched.

Fortunately, soon, Joaquín, who quickly returned to the defense, caught up with Kaka, and the speed of the ball in the midfield entangled with Kaka slowed down significantly, and Mascherano took the opportunity to lean on Kaka again, and then stretched out his foot to break the ball, and Kaka in the middle of the two was too busy to take care of himself and lost the football. On the spot, he accidentally kicked down Mascherano who was holding the ball, and the Argentine screamed exaggeratedly and fell to the ground.

The referee's whistle sounded immediately, and then signaled for a foul on Kaka.

Kaka felt that he had been wronged, and that the kick he had kicked would never have caused Mascherano to fall, let alone let him howl like a pig.

He stopped the referee and tried to explain to the opposition, and even his AC Milan team-mates felt that the decision was too hasty. Mascherano is clearly acting!

The referee ignored it, and neither did Fiorentina.

While the Milan players surrounded the referee to argue, Mascherano jumped up from the ground, swung the ball to the ground, and then kicked the ball out with a kick that targeted the striker in front of him, Crewe. Plum!

Free kick fast!

Basten rushed out of the coach's seat: "What are you doing?" Back to defense! Back to defense! ”

Sabato smiled.

The frightened Milan players hurriedly threw down the referee and chased back frantically. In fact, even as they surrounded the referee to complain, the referee had already thrown them down, pushed them away, and rushed out - he wanted to follow the football.

Since the matter was caused by Kaka, he chased back the most aggressively, and he was very fast, and he quickly approached Crewe, who is not known for his speed. Take one more run, reach out and grab Crewe, and then it's no problem.

But Crewe, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, suddenly passed the football out. The target is Zhang Jun!

Zhang Jun crossed his legs and leaked the football, and at the same time turned around, Nesta thought he was going to break through head-on, and hurriedly blocked in front of him. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun flicked the football sideways with his left foot and rushed forward.

He passes!

It was Crewe who ran up again to catch the ball. Crewe is much faster without the ball. He used the time after the pass to get rid of Kaka, and then received a pass from Zhang Jun, and accelerated to pass Gattuso, who made a tackle on his foot.

“ohyeah！ Crewe and Zhang Jun have a wonderful cooperation, they have deceived the Milan defense! ”

Now Crewe is facing a Pirlo defence, and there is an opportunity to move behind Pirlo. His successes in successive breakthroughs attracted the attention of most of the Milan backline.

Crewe slowed down slightly.

“eon！ eon！ eon，baby！！ Crewe thought in her heart. A feint of pedaling a bicycle at his feet, Pirlo did not eat. Of course, Crewe's feints don't end there.

He stepped in front of the football with his right foot again, still looking like an uncreative ordinary pedaling, Pirlo was not in a hurry, he just waited for Crewe to drag it down, and when his teammates came, the front and back attack, Fiorentina's attack was over.

But in the next moment, Pirlo suddenly realized that something was wrong: Crewe's left foot was dragging behind and not going around, this was not pedaling!

Yes, not cycling. Crewe slams the ball to the right with his left foot!

Knocking the ball from behind? Pirlo understood Crewe's thoughts, and of course he couldn't let Crewe get his way, and Pirlo jerked to his left, Crewe's right side, hoping to successfully stop Crewe's breakthrough.

Unexpectedly, Crewe's ball did hit the right side, but it was on the heel of his right foot, and the ball was bounced to the left, exactly in the opposite direction of Pirlo's movement!

Crewe flicks the ball to the left with his left foot and breaks through!

The Stadio de Schalke resounded with the screams of the Fiorentina fans.

Crewe, who dodged the space, didn't take much, and although he was still twenty-five meters away from the goal, he decisively volleyed directly! The power is very great, the power of the sideways dodge brings the whole body up, and the power of the whole body is concentrated in this shot, although there is no run, but the strength is still heavy!

Football is low, and what Abbiati hates so much is ...... The soccer ball suddenly fell and rebounded in front of him!

Abbiati was unprepared for the sudden rebound, his hand was raised a little higher, and the ball hit between his fingers and bounced out!

Sell!

The hearts of all Milan fans are in their throats.

Abbiati struggled to get up from the ground and pressed the soccer ball that was still bouncing in front of him under him.

He had just jumped up from the ground with his hands and feet when he saw darkness in front of him, and a shadow obscured the lights on the roof of the pitch.

Then the shadow stretched out its foot and poked it......

“goooooooooooooooooooal！！！！” The narrator roared.

As far as Abbiati's field of vision, he saw the Fiorentina players in purple jumping with their arms raised.

Scored?

How can it be? You didn't have a Fiorentina player around you when you shot at goal?

Offside! Fuck the linesmen! Abbiati leapt from the ground and raised his right hand to signal to the referee that Fiorentina's shooter was offside.

Joining him in raising his right hand was Nesta.

The back of the "11" fluttered in the run, like a proud flag. Zhang Jun spread his arms as if flying over the court. He didn't care about how the other side and the linesman would react. He himself knew that he had only rushed out after Crewe's shot, and it was only because Nesta's turn was too slow that he thought he was offside. From the moment he tossed the ball to Crewe, he was waiting for this opportunity. Really let him wait, how can he give up? How can you let an offside position ruin your own good thing?

Milanese, lay down your hands!

One, two, three! Zhang Jun swung his fist three times, and he roared loudly and unbridledly.

Nearly half of the Schalke Stadium is jumping, like the sea, undulating waves. It was Fiorentina fans waving their arms and cheering.

"Beautiful! When he was needed the most, he appeared in the right place and delivered the most fatal blow! Zhang Jun! A born killer! Fiorentina are ahead of AC Milan!! Their dream beginnings! Listen to the fans cheering for their king!! ”

The singing that fluttered over the Schalke stadium was given to Zhang Jun.

"Thirty-fifth minute, Fiorentina 1:0, Zhang Jun!" The stadium radio reports the score, the time of the goal, and the player who scored the goal. The Fiorentina fans responded enthusiastically to the broadcast.

"Hooray! Zhang Jun! Banzai! Florence! Banzai!! ”

Crewe rushed up, pulled back Zhang Jun, who was facing the stands, and then hugged each other violently, and more teammates surrounded the two of them. Zhang Jun and his tacit understanding have reached the point of omnibiquity, as evidenced by the goal just now.

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Basten walked to the sidelines, he didn't blame the players who had just surrounded the referee and ignored the game, he just pressed his hands down and told the players that they still had time, as long as they were patient and not impatient, the opportunity would definitely come back to them.

Kaka shook his head vigorously, it was his mistake that led to the conceded goal. Yang Pan stepped forward and put his arms around Kaka's neck, and then said in his ear, "It's nothing, it's not a big deal." We're going to win. We still have time, a lot of time, enough to equalize and overtake. Cheer up, Milan's attack is all up to your organization! ”

Kaka nodded. "I see, don't worry about me."

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"Good shot!" Li Yongle stood up suddenly, and like him, many members of the Chinese team stood up with their arms raised.

Anke was the only one in the corner muttering: "AC Milan's goalkeeper is an idiot, if it were me, he would definitely not let go......"

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Sabato vented his excitement on the sidelines, and in stark contrast to his assistant, Di Livio, sat quietly in his chair, thanking God.

Fiorentina's bench boiled over the moment Zhang Jun scored the ball in the goal, towels and coats were thrown into the sky, and water from water bottles was sprayed everywhere like champagne for celebration.

The referee stood at the corner flag and signaled for the Fiorentina players to hurry back, and Milan had placed the football in the center circle and waited for them to take their seats.

Zhang Jun did not forget to stretch out his hand to applaud the fans in the stands and thank you.

It's a great feeling to score in a Champions League final, it's a thrill that you can't match with 10 goals in a normal league.

Jang Jun turned to the stands again, then waved his hands upward, and with each wave, the fans let out a huge cheer.

“ole！ ole！ ole！！ ”

(To be continued)