After fifteen minutes of tentative probing attacks, both sides gradually understood the tactics adopted by the other in this match. The first climax came from Fiorentina's shot and corner kick.

The second climax came quickly, this time brought by AC Milan.

They organized an attack on the right flank. Yang Pan took the ball and forcefully broke past Xiang Tao. Xiang Tao's speed was no match for Yang Pan's, and he was shaken off by half a body length. This half body length was enough for him to cross. Yang Pan excelled at precise crosses while running at high speed.

His cross drew an arc, flying straight to the goal. Frey dared not attack, and could only steadily guard the goal.

Gilardino sprinted while running, then leapt high, a powerful header!

Frey reacted with lightning speed, quickly punching the ball out with one hand!

Unfortunately, the ball didn't go far. Ambrosini headed the ball back to the arc at the edge of the penalty area. Kaka stopped the ball, and then without adjusting or taking a run-up, he directly swung his foot to shoot!

Kaka's long shot was well-known in international football. At this time, Frey had not yet stabilized his body. How could he save this shot with an unstable center of gravity?

Was he just going to watch the ball go into the net?

Someone wasn't going to allow it. Kehl appeared in the position where the goalkeeper should have been standing, diving to head the ball! He headed the ball out!

"Wow! What a close call!! What a close call! AC Milan almost broke the deadlock! Kehl's appearance resolved the danger!" the commentator exclaimed.

And the German audience in AufSchalke vigorously cheered for Kehl. After all, they were all Germans, so naturally they had to support him. Because there were two Germans in Fiorentina, AufSchalke now felt more like Fiorentina's home field.

Kehl, who had blocked Milan's shot, was as excited as if he had scored a goal himself. He punched his fist and shouted, "Don't let them shoot like that! Kill them!! How dare they act wildly on my territory!"

"Wow~~" Xiang Tao whistled. "Having fellow villagers watching makes the mentality different!"

Kru gave him an elbow: "Reflect on your mistake just now. You let Yang Pan break through so easily. Are you made of wood?"

Xiang Tao couldn't save face: "Next time, next time I definitely won't let him have it so easy!"

It seemed that he hadn't won many times in his duel with Yang Pan.

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Soon Fiorentina returned AC Milan's earlier attack. Kru organized the attack in the center. Facing Gattuso's marking, he didn't choose to dribble himself, but quickly passed the ball to Gasparoni on the wing, and then inserted forward himself. Gasparoni passed the ball back to him, and the two did a one-two.

Gattuso still followed Kru, never leaving his side.

Kru made a feint to pass to Gasparoni, but instead flicked the ball to Mascherano who was coming up from behind.

Qiu Suhui on the stands nodded when he saw this series of actions.

In these three seasons at Fiorentina, he had indeed matured a lot, no longer the young lad who only knew how to dribble with his head down and show off when he first debuted.

Sabato was a good coach, and Fiorentina was a very good team.

Qiu Suhui had to thank Sabato.

After receiving Kru's wonderful pass, Mascherano dribbled horizontally, and then distributed the ball to the right wing. Joaquin received the ball and faced Milan's left back, Czech Jankulovski. This person could play midfield and also play defense, a versatile player. However, because Milan's left midfielder was captain Ambrosini, and Castellazzi could also fill in, he could only play left back now.

Jankulovski's defense was very good, and Joaquin couldn't find a way to break through for a while. He stopped the ball, and then waited for his teammates to run into position.

Van Persie knew what Joaquin was planning, so he ran diagonally to the wing. Joaquin made a through pass, passing behind Jankulovski.

AC Milan's center back Maxwell followed Van Persie to the wing. Van Persie got the ball first. He didn't continue to dribble, but took advantage of Maxwell not sticking close yet, before he could seal off his angle, and directly crossed!

He didn't pass a high ball, but a ground ball! The ball rolled quickly along the grass towards the goal! This was a very vicious pass. As long as the route of the ball was well controlled, not too close to the goal, then the goalkeeper would definitely not dare to attack, and none of the returning defenders dared to stretch their feet to block it, because a slight mistake would result in an own goal.

This kind of pass was bound to cause chaos in front of the opponent's goal. Now there was chaos in front of AC Milan's goal.

Zhang Jun, Nesta, Pirlo, Gattuso, Kru... were all squeezed into such a small area. AC Milan's players desperately leaned against Fiorentina's players, using both hands and feet, not letting them get close to the ball, hoping the ball could pass through the crowd unhindered, without touching anyone, which would be the best outcome.

Zhang Jun watched the ball come over, he flicked his hand, and then rushed forward, stretching his foot to slide tackle!

Unfortunately, Nesta held him tightly, so he couldn't use his strength and could only watch the ball slip past him. Kru was even worse than him. He was still some distance from the ball, and was blocked outside by Gattuso, not letting him get close to the ball.

Under the joint efforts of Milan's soldiers, the ball finally rolled past the goal, not posing any danger to the goal.

Zhang Jun raised his hands to signal to the referee that Nesta had just pulled him and a penalty should be awarded, but the referee ignored him. Just as AC Milan's fans were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the ball crossed the goal and gave Fiorentina's left midfielder Gasparoni a chance! He appeared on the left side of the goal without being marked, and then shot directly at the ball!

Abbiati quickly pounced to that side, hoping to block the shot. The final result was that he did not block the shot, but the ball didn't go in either. Gasparoni's shot was a bit rushed, and he didn't control his footwork well, hitting the outside of his foot. The ball drew an arc and directly hit the side netting of the goal.

There was a burst of exclamations and sighs in AufSchalke.

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Thirty minutes into the first half, both sides were playing well, following the pre-match tactical plan step by step. Because there was still time, the coaches of both sides were not in a hurry. Maintaining this status quo was very good at the moment.

In a final, what matters most is who makes fewer mistakes and who is more patient.

Of course, if one could find an opportunity to break the deadlock in this stable situation, that would be even better.

So at this time, Basten, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sat on the coach's bench, not saying a word. Sabato also sat on the coach's bench, arms crossed, silently watching the field.

The game had entered the right track, and there was nothing they could adjust now.

The camera frequently switched back and forth between the two faces, trying to give a little hint from their expressions, but both of them had expressionless faces, which greatly disappointed the commentators.

Kaka broke through in the center with the ball, and Milan's fans cheered loudly, cheering for their players.

Mascherano rushed from the side, and then quickly tackled. Kaka poked the ball forward, and then jumped up nimbly to dodge.

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

Fortunately, Joaquin, who was quickly returning to defense, caught up with Kaka soon after. The two tangled in the midfield. Kaka's dribbling speed clearly slowed down. Mascherano took the opportunity to lean on Kaka again, and then stretched his foot to steal the ball. Kaka, who was caught in their pincer movement, couldn't take care of himself and lost the ball. In trying to counter-attack immediately, he accidentally kicked Mascherano who had taken the ball. The Argentine shouted dramatically and fell to the ground.

The referee's whistle sounded immediately, and then signaled that Kaka had fouled.

Kaka felt very wronged. The kick he made would definitely not have made Mascherano fall, let alone make him howl like a pig being slaughtered.

He stopped the referee, trying to explain to him. Even AC Milan's teammates felt that the penalty was too hasty. Mascherano was obviously acting!

The referee ignored him, and so did Fiorentina.

While Milan's players surrounded the referee to argue, Mascherano jumped up from the ground, and then put the ball on the ground. Following that, he kicked the ball out, the target being the attacking midfielder Kru Lee in front of him!

The free kick was taken quickly!

Basten suddenly rushed out of the coach's bench: "What are you doing? Return to defense! Return to defense!"

Sabato smiled.

The horrified Milan players hurriedly left the referee and chased back frantically. In fact, just as they surrounded the referee to appeal, the referee had already left them, pushed through the crowd, and rushed out – he wanted to follow the ball.

Because the matter was caused by Kaka, he was the most active in chasing back. His speed was very fast, and he quickly approached Kru, who was not known for his speed. One more step, and he could reach out and grab Kru. Then there wouldn't be a problem.

But Kru seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and suddenly passed the ball out. The target was Zhang Jun!

Zhang Jun straddled his legs and let the ball leak past, while turning around smoothly. Nesta thought he was going to break through head-on, and quickly blocked in front of him. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun used his left foot to flick the ball horizontally, and rushed forward himself.

He passed the ball!

The person receiving the ball was Kru, who had run up again. Kru's speed was much faster without the ball. He used the time after passing the ball to get rid of Kaka, and then received Zhang Jun's pass, accelerating to just get past Gattuso, who had made a slide tackle.

"Oh yeah! Wonderful cooperation between Kru and Zhang Jun, they tricked Milan's defense!"

Now Kru was facing Pirlo's defense, and behind Pirlo was Maxwell, who was waiting for an opportunity. His continuous breakthroughs had successfully attracted most of AC Milan's defense's attention.

Kru slowed down slightly.

"Come on! Come on! Come on, baby!!" Kru muttered in his heart. He did a bicycle kick feint with his feet, but Pirlo wasn't fooled. Of course, Kru's feint wouldn't end just like that.

He stepped his right foot in front of the ball again, and it still looked like an ordinary bicycle kick without any creativity. Pirlo wasn't in a hurry, he was just waiting for Kru to drag it out like this, waiting for his teammates to come, attacking from the front and back, and then Fiorentina's attack would be over.

But in the next moment, Pirlo suddenly realized something was wrong: Kru's left foot was dragging behind and didn't wrap around, this wasn't a bicycle kick!

Yes, it wasn't a bicycle kick. Kru used his left foot to knock the ball to the right!

Passing the ball from behind to get past someone? Pirlo understood Kru's idea. Of course he couldn't let Kru succeed. Pirlo moved sharply to his left, Kru's right, hoping to successfully block Kru's breakthrough.

Unexpectedly, Kru's ball was indeed knocked to the right, but it was knocked on the heel of his right foot. The ball bounced to the left, exactly the opposite direction of Pirlo's movement!

Kru flicked the ball to the left again with his left foot, breakthrough!

The Fiorentina fans in the AufSchalke stadium screamed.

Kru, who had opened up space, didn't dribble much. Although he was still twenty-five meters away from the goal, he decisively shot directly! The power was great, the force of his body leaning to the side to dodge brought his whole body up, and all the strength was poured into this shot. Although there was no run-up, it was still powerful and heavy!

The ball was very low, and what Abbiati hated was... the ball suddenly dropped and bounced in front of him!

Abbiati was unprepared for this sudden bounce. His hands were raised a little too high, and the ball hit between his fingers and bounced out!

Fumble!

All the Milan fans' hearts were in their throats.

Abbiati struggled to get up from the ground, trying to press the ball that was still bouncing in front of him under his body.

Just as he jumped up from the ground using both hands and feet, he saw darkness in front of him, a shadow covering the lights on the top of the stadium, appearing in front of him.

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

"goooooooooooooooooooAL!!!!" the commentator roared.

Within the scope of Abbiati's vision, he saw Fiorentina players in purple jerseys jumping up with their arms raised.

A goal?

How was it possible? There wasn't a single Fiorentina player around him when he shot!

Offside! To hell with the linesman! Abbiati jumped up from the ground and raised his right hand, signaling to the referee that Fiorentina's shooting player was offside.

Nesta also raised his right hand like him.

The number "11" fluttered in the run, like a proud flag. Zhang Jun opened his arms as if flying in the sky above the stadium. He didn't care what the other side and the linesman would react. He knew very well that he rushed out after Kru shot, only because Nesta turned around too slowly that he thought he was offside. From the moment he passed the ball horizontally to Kru, he was waiting for this opportunity. Now that he had waited for it, how could he give it up? How could he let offside ruin his good fortune?

Milan people, put down your hands!

One time, two times, three times! Zhang Jun waved his fist three times, and roared loudly and wantonly.

Nearly half of the AufSchalke stadium was jumping, just like the sea, with waves undulating. That was Fiorentina's fans waving their arms and cheering.

"Beautiful! When he was most needed, he appeared in the most appropriate position and made the most deadly blow! Zhang Jun! A natural killer! Fiorentina is leading AC Milan!! Their dream start! Listen to the fans cheering for their king!!"

The song floating in the air above the AufSchalke stadium was dedicated to Zhang Jun.

"Thirty-fifth minute, Fiorentina 1:0, Zhang Jun!" The stadium's broadcast reported the score, goal time, and goal scorer. Fiorentina fans responded enthusiastically to the broadcast.

"Long live! Zhang Jun! Long live! Fiorentina! Long live!!"

Kru rushed up, turned Zhang Jun, who was facing the stands, back, and then hugged him tightly. More teammates surrounded them both. Zhang Jun's understanding with him had reached an omnipresent level, and the goal just now was proof.

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Basten walked to the sidelines. He didn't blame the players who had surrounded the referee and ignored the game just now, but just pressed his hands down, telling the players that they still had time. As long as they were patient and not impatient, the opportunity would definitely return to their hands.

Kaka kept shaking his head. It was his mistake that led to the goal. Yang Pan stepped forward and put his arm around Kaka's neck, and then said in his ear: "It's nothing, it's nothing big. We will achieve the final victory. We still have time, a lot of time, enough to equalize and then overtake. Cheer up, Milan's attack depends entirely on your organization!"

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

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"Good ball!" Li Yongle stood up suddenly. Like him, many players of the Chinese team raised their arms and stood up.

Only An Ke was muttering in the corner: "AC Milan's goalkeeper is an idiot, if it were me, I definitely wouldn't have fumbled..."

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Sabato gesticulated wildly on the sidelines, venting his excitement, in stark contrast to his assistant, Dilivio, who was sitting quietly in his chair, thanking God.

Fiorentina's substitutes bench boiled the moment Zhang Jun shot the ball into the net. Towels and coats were thrown into the sky by them, and the water in the bottles was sprayed everywhere like celebratory champagne.

The referee stood at the corner flag, signaling Fiorentina's players to go back quickly. Milan had already placed the ball in the center circle, just waiting for them to be in place to kick off.

Zhang Jun didn't forget to reach out and applaud the fans in the stands to thank them.

The feeling of scoring in the Champions League final was really great, a kind of pleasure that even ten goals in ordinary leagues couldn't compare to.

Zhang Jun turned to the stands again, and then waved his hands upwards. Every time he waved, the fans let out a huge cheer.

"ole! ole! ole!!"