Chapter 1 AC Milan's Tactical Change

AC Milan's tactics changed, and Yang Pan didn't have as many opportunities to get the ball as before. His duel with Freier only happened occasionally, and most of the time Yang Pan strictly followed coach Basten's instructions, passing the ball out after attracting Bayern's defensive attention.

This frustrated Freier, who was full of enthusiasm. If he could speak Italian or Chinese, he would definitely point at Yang Pan's nose and scold him for being a cowardly deserter.

Yang Pan didn't see it that way. In his opinion, he had already turned Bayern's defense upside down, and at the same time, he had regained his position with a long shot. There was no need to entangle with Freier in a one-on-one battle for the remaining time and energy. After all, the game was the most important thing.

He spent more time assisting Kaka in directing the midfield.

AC Milan didn't seem to be playing away at all. They surrounded Bayern's half and bombarded them. Bayern Munich desperately wanted to equalize the score, but AC Milan's offense was too strong and suppressed them instead.

Even Magath's constant roaring on the sidelines was useless.

Basten seemed confident. He had prepared well for this game, and there was no reason to lose to Bayern.

Serie A teams had never been afraid of Bundesliga teams.

Anke was the busiest person on the field for Bayern Munich. He made high saves and blocks to ensure that his goal would not be conceded. If they conceded another goal, there would be no suspense in this game.

Compared to Yang Pan, Kaka's long shots posed much less of a threat to Anke. Gilardino was also tightly marked by the defenders under his command.

On one hand, AC Milan couldn't score any more goals, and on the other hand, Bayern Munich could only defend desperately, launching only a few counterattacks. This level of offense was just tickling Milan's defense.

Compared to Fiorentina's away game against Ajax, this semi-final was very dull. Only Yang Pan's right wing was somewhat interesting. As the end of the game approached, both coaches adjusted their tactics. Magath replaced all the attacking players he could, while Basten replaced defenders and defensive midfielders, taking off Kaka. He clearly intended to maintain this one-goal advantage until the end.

In the last five minutes of the game, the situation reversed. AC Milan retreated to the penalty area, while Bayern Munich pressed forward in full force, launching an all-out attack. If they couldn't win this game at home, then they shouldn't even think about going to the San Siro next week.

"Go forward! Go forward! Don't shrink back there!" Magath waved his arms constantly on the sidelines, urging the players to press up and up again.

Ballack's long shot hit Milan's goalpost, startling Abbiati and making the hearts of Milan's fans rise to their throats.

The football that hit the goalpost did not bounce out of the baseline or sideline, but remained on the field.

"Clear it out with a long kick!" Abbiati shouted loudly while still lying on the ground.

Nesta rushed up to kick the football out, but Bayern's forward Podolski appeared in front of his football. Interfered with, Nesta's hasty long kick did not connect solidly with the football. The football drew a strange arc, and then floated outside the penalty area.

Yang Pan looked up at the football, and at the same time ran towards the landing point of the football, intending to kick the football out again.

At the same time, Bayern Munich's left back Freier also ran towards the football.

The football was closer to Freier.

When the two were close enough, they both spotted each other. At this time, if one didn't give way, they would definitely collide.

Yang Pan was stunned for a moment. He was considering whether to press up immediately—but after such consideration, the first opportunity had already been lost.

Freier only glanced at Yang Pan, then strode forward, then turned his body and raised his left leg—he intended to shoot directly!

Yang Pan saw Freier's intention. He no longer hesitated and rushed up directly, using his body to block Freier's shot.

Freier forcefully swung his left leg, his body being carried to the right side, and his instep solidly struck the football. Yang Pan instinctively turned to the side, and the football flew past him.

Then, it passed through the obstruction and defense of everyone in the penalty area, and slammed hard into the net behind Abbiati—a dead corner!

"goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!!!!" This long roar started from when Freier prepared to shoot, and only stopped after the football entered the goal.

The entire Allianz Arena erupted!

"Bravo! A world-class goal!! In the eighty-ninth minute, Ikhmet Freier scored his first goal representing Bayern! A golden goal! Bayern equalized the score at home! They kept the hope alive! Cheer for Freier! He is the hero of Bayern Munich!"

After scoring the goal, Freier did not celebrate wildly. He quickly rushed into the goal, intending to pick up the football and quickly restart the game. But Abbiati hugged the football and did not intend to give it to him. Freier didn't have time to talk to him nicely. He went up and directly punched the football out of Abbiati's hands, and at the same time pushed down the obstructive goalkeeper. AC Milan's players wanted to come up and demand an explanation, while wasting time. But Freier had already run away in a puff of smoke, and they turned to appeal to the referee. The referee didn't pay any attention at all, and just told them to restart the game as soon as possible.

Sitting on the chair, Basten watched Freier score a goal. His body suddenly leaned back, and he waved his hand in great annoyance.

A draw away from home was also a good ending. What annoyed him was that he could have won three points, but in the end it became one point. But who could he blame? From the moment he replaced Kaka and Gilardino, this result was already foreseeable.

As a coach who had always advocated offense, just being a little conservative caused serious consequences.

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Perhaps the happiest person about Freier's goal was not Freier himself, but Magath, who was uneasy on the sidelines. It was he who decided to replace Freier, and now that Freier had scored, it proved the correctness and criticality of the substitution.

So when he saw Freier score a goal, although most people jumped up, Magath was the one who jumped the highest.

Only Drosikis sat in his seat, looking somewhat absent-minded.

Freier's goal was great news for the team, but for him, Drosikis, it was very bad news.

His ominous premonition was getting stronger and stronger. He turned his head to look at the stands behind him. Klinsmann must be in one of the boxes there.

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Klinsmann stood up in the box with his hands raised: "Oliver, look, we have witnessed the birth of a genius! If he can guarantee the state of this game, the starting left back for the World Cup will be him!"

Bierhoff nodded: "I didn't expect that we would discover such a talent. But I'm still a little worried. With his personality, it's unlikely that he will play too many games in Bayern, so will he be able to maintain his current state by the end of the season?"

Klinsmann calmed down after being reminded by him. He sat back in his chair, and then pondered: "That is indeed a problem, always... well, let's observe for a while."

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In this game, Bayern relied on Freier's goal in the eighty-ninth minute to draw 1:1 with AC Milan at home. Magath was very dissatisfied with this result, but Basten was very satisfied: having returned to their home court, they had more initiative.

When training the next day, the Fiorentina team talked about yesterday's Champions League game. While marveling at Bayern's sudden appearance of a left back, the most discussed was which team would reach the final—they had already decided that Fiorentina was the other team to enter the final.

Xiang Tao asked about the opponent in the final, and everyone had different opinions. Some favored AC Milan, and some favored Bayern Munich—those who favored Bayern were all Germans...

Everyone argued endlessly about this issue during the training break, and then someone asked Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun clenched his fists: "Whether it's AC Milan or Bayern Munich, they are all our opponents. What difference does it make who enters the final? Anyway, we will definitely win the final championship. We will beat both AC Milan and Bayern Munich."

D'Arno immediately went crazy beside him: "Wow! Captain is so handsome!!"

Xiang Tao shrugged and said dismissively: "Zhang Jun is crazy again..."

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May 7th, Round 37 of the league. Fiorentina challenges Reggina away.

Before this game, Zhang Jun had already scored thirty-three goals. What people were concerned about in this game was not the outcome of the game—because Fiorentina's victory was almost certain—but whether Zhang Jun could continue to score goals.

Although it was an away game, Fiorentina carried forward their excellent tradition of treating away games as home games, pressing Reggina from beginning to end and giving them no chance. And their offense was colorful.

In this game, Zhang Jun once again lived up to expectations and scored another goal. Bringing his goal tally to thirty-four. He had already created the single-season goal record in Serie A for more than half a century, but Zhang Jun had no intention of stopping. He was still looking forward to the thirty-fifth and thirty-sixth goals.

Three days later, in the second leg of the Champions League semi-final. Fiorentina, who returned to their home court, were tied 1:1 by Ajax even after fielding half of their substitutes. However, they eliminated Ajax with a total score of 4:1 and entered the Champions League final with their heads held high.

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, the entire city of Florence was celebrating, because this was the first time in fifty-three years that they had returned to the Champions League final.

In the other semi-final the next day, AC Milan narrowly defeated Bayern Munich 1:0 at home, winning with a total score of 2:1 and advancing to the final.

In this way, the 0910 season Champions League final will be played between two Italian teams.

This result excited the Italians, and they cheered that the golden age of Italian football had arrived again.

But in Sabato's eyes, he didn't have any fellow countrymen's feelings. Whoever was his opponent was his enemy, and he had to be defeated, not only defeated, but also stepped on by hundreds of millions of feet. Whether the opponent was Italian, German, Spanish, British, or Chinese, it was the same.

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The last round of the Serie A league this season will kick off at 3:30 pm on May 14th. Fiorentina still leads Inter Milan by points. If Inter Milan wants to win the championship, they must first defeat Sampdoria at home, and then hope that Fiorentina loses to Chievo at their home—which is almost impossible.

So a few days before the game, the media had already believed that Fiorentina would successfully defend the Serie A title and dominate Serie A for two consecutive years.

Only Inter Milan's players had not given up. Li Yongle said in an interview that he never thought that the league championship was already in Fiorentina's pocket. The two-point difference was not big, just one game. He would not easily admit defeat until the last second of the last round of the league. Adriano had the same opinion as him.

At the same time, Chievo, who felt ignored, also jumped out at this time, stating that they would use any means necessary to strive for victory when playing against Fiorentina, and would never let the Fiorentina people win the championship trophy as they wished.

At this moment, the external environment became very noisy. The voices of the media, the expectations of the fans, and their own demands made the last round of the league look quite lively.

The inside of Fiorentina was quite quiet.

...

Most people looked at Zhang Jun in surprise, as if they didn't recognize him.

"Hey, Zhang, what did you just say? If I didn't hear it wrong, you said you want to score at least thirty-five goals this season?" Mascherano asked.

Zhang Jun nodded: "That's right. I have this plan, and now it seems very promising."

After the end of a day's training, the locker room was a good place for everyone to gather together to relax and chat. Now everyone in the locker room was looking at Zhang Jun sitting in front of his locker.

"This..." Pazzini swallowed. For him, it was already great to be able to score twenty-five goals in a season. But what Zhang Jun was pursuing was at least thirty-five!

This was the difference between the number one shooter and the number three shooter...

"As far as I know, in the current top five European leagues, no one has a record of scoring thirty-five goals in a single season. Eto'o's best record is thirty-three goals in a single season, created last season. The current top scorer in the Premier League, Rooney, has only twenty-seven, and the best scorer in the Bundesliga, Podolski, has even fewer, only twenty-one. The best scorer in Ligue 1 has only twenty-four. Not to mention in Serie A, which pays more attention to defense, thirty-five is almost a fantasy. Zhang Jun, are you really sure? Your goal sounds a bit too scary..." Ujfalusi, who was very knowledgeable about various data, said.

Zhang Jun nodded. "Didn't I score four goals now? I just need to score one more goal in the next round of the league."

"But... I'm worried that Chievo won't let you have your way. They have already let out the word. They want to stop us from winning the championship, and they also want to stop you from continuing to score goals."

Zhang Jun smiled: "As a striker, what kind of defense haven't I seen? Don't worry, we will still play the game according to the boss's arrangement. I will definitely score a goal."

Xiang Tao whistled: "Thirty-five... it's exciting just thinking about it. If you can really score thirty-five, I hope the thirty-fifth one is assisted by me."

Klu hummed beside him: "Your hope is slim."

Xiang Tao looked at Klu. He was the one who could directly assist Zhang Jun. He suddenly had nothing to say.

Frey asked with concern: "Zhang, has the media known about your goal?"

Zhang Jun shook his head: "No. I only told you this."

Frey nodded: "That's good. The media are very bored all day long, fearing that the world will not be in chaos. I'm afraid that if they know about it and add fuel to the fire, you will become the public enemy of all the defenders in Italy."

Zhang Jun grinned: "I know, I understand them very well. But..." He touched his nose, "Even if they don't say it, I'm already the public enemy of all the defenders in Italy, right?"

Everyone laughed.

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After saying goodbye to Klu and Xiang Tao at the intersection, Zhang Jun turned his car to the right. About 150 meters further ahead was his home.

Florence in May was already summer, and the sun set very late. It was 5 pm now, and it was still hanging high in the western sky. Zhang Jun had just driven his car into his yard when he found that the yard was not quite right.

Because he saw quilts and bed sheets hanging in the yard under the setting sun.

Zhang Jun was very surprised. His first thought was that there was a thief in the house?

He didn't even park the car in the garage, and jumped out in a hurry.

Taking out the key and opening the door, he didn't see the mess he expected. Instead, he smelled a fragrance... a fragrance?

Zhang Jun sniffed carefully and found that the fragrance was coming from the kitchen.

Which thief was so bold that he stole things and still cooked in someone else's house?

Zhang Jun put down his backpack and tiptoed closer to the kitchen.

Peeking in, he saw a back that he had been thinking about day and night.

Sophie was wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen.

Zhang Jun took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and then walked forward quietly, suddenly covering Sophie's eyes!

Sophie cried out softly, and then she heard a familiar voice: "Guess who I am?"

Sophie didn't struggle. She whispered, "Stop it, Zhang Jun, the beef is going to burn!"

Zhang Jun then released his hand and changed to hugging her from behind, resting his chin on Sophie's shoulder. "When did you come back?" he asked softly.

Sophie said while taking care of the things in the pot: "I just came back not long ago this afternoon. I just took the bedding in the room out to dry. Although it's a bit late, it's better than not drying it. You must not have cleaned the room these days I've been gone. It's full of dust."

Zhang Jun smiled embarrassedly. Sophie had always been responsible for cleaning the room before. He was indeed a bit lazy.

"Are you leaving again this time?"

"I'm not leaving. The task has been completed, and all the photos needed in the book have been taken. I think I should spend more time with you next."

Zhang Jun lowered his head and murmured in Sophie's ear: "It's good that you're not leaving, it's good that you're not leaving. This is what a home should be like..."

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Sophie's return put Zhang Jun's life back on track. Zhang Jun felt that everything was ready now, only waiting for the east wind.

The next day, Zhang Jun invited Xiang Tao's family and Klu to his home for dinner to thank Youyou for her hospitality these days.

During the dinner, the men's topic naturally turned to Zhang Jun's goal for the season.

Youyou was surprised to hear that Zhang Jun wanted to score thirty-five goals in a season. Although she didn't know much about football, she knew that it was amazing to score thirty-five goals in a single season in Serie A.

She kept asking: "Really? Is it really possible?"

Sophie didn't have any surprised expression. She just smiled and nodded, expressing her trust and support for Zhang Jun.

This made Klu a little surprised: "Are you always so trusting of him?"

Sophie nodded again.

Klu stopped talking and moved his eyes away thoughtfully.

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On May 14th, from noon, the Florentines began to flock to the Stadio Artemio Franchi, singing and dancing all the way. They were all looking forward to the game that would start at 3:30 pm, looking forward to Fiorentina lifting the trophy again.

After kissing Sophie goodbye at the door, Zhang Jun drove to the training base. The team would gather here and then take a bus to the stadium together.

At 1:30 pm, the Stadio Artemio Franchi opened, and the fans gathered outside entered one after another. Because Chievo had stated before the game that they would do their best to prevent Fiorentina from defending their title, the police were worried that the radical fans of both sides would directly gang up in the square, so they arranged for Chievo's fans to enter through a side door, separated from all Fiorentina's fans, and arranged three rows of empty seats as buffer zones between the stands.

While waiting to enter, the Chievo fans and Fiorentina fans consciously separated, and there was no conflict. But when they entered the stadium and went to the stands, it was not so civilized.

As long as the Chievo fans sang their team song, the Fiorentina fans would definitely interfere with boos. Anyway, there was a row of riot police between the fans of both sides, so they were not afraid that the other side could break through the layers of obstacles to find trouble with them.

The Fiorentina fans were very arrogant. It was impossible to find more extreme fans than the Florentines in the whole of Italy. The glory of Fiorentina's football in the past created their arrogant attitude. Any team was not as good as a pile of shit in their eyes. They didn't love any team except Fiorentina. So they were also very unpopular with fans from other places. When Fiorentina was forced to disband, many people were secretly happy in their hearts.

It was this group of extreme fans who were also the most loyal fans in the whole of Italy. When the team was forced to be relegated to Serie C2, the team still had an average attendance of 30,000 people per game, which was rare even in Serie A.

Crazy fans created a crazy team, and crazy teams and fans together created a crazy legend.

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Sabato looked at his men in the locker room. The tactics that should be said had already been said. Now there was still some time, what should he do?

Sabato thought for a long time and decided not to say anything, leaving some time for the players to sort out their emotions.

And he himself actually needed to sort out his emotions.

After telling the players that they were free to move around for the remaining time, he opened the door and walked out, found a corner where no one was, and stood quietly leaning against the wall.

For this young Fiorentina team, defending the Serie A title was the first time, and for him, Sabato, it was also the first time. In fact, there were too many firsts for him since he took charge of Fiorentina.

When he was still mixing in the Serie B team, he may never have thought that one day, he would stand here, waiting for his team to defend the Serie A title, and a week later, he would also stand on the Champions League final field to wait. The first time he lifted the league championship trophy, the first time he stepped onto the European arena.

He was an unknown person. If Ren Yudi hadn't been good at recognizing people, then he would have been buried in the lower leagues for the rest of his life. He wanted to thank Ren Yudi for giving him this opportunity, and also thank the players for their cooperation. Finally, he naturally had to thank God.

The noise outside the field had never stopped. After Sabato thanked God, he found that the sound was so loud today... louder than usual. The sound reminded him. He looked at his watch and found that it was almost time to take the field.

He hurried back to the locker room and pushed the door open to see only Di Livio. The players were gone. He was a little surprised: "Huh? Where are the people?"

"Am I not a person?"

"Uh, no. I mean, where are the players?"

"They've already been lined up in the tunnel. They saw that the time was up, so they went out by themselves."

Sabato was stunned for a moment: "I was planning to give them some encouragement."

Di Livio smiled: "Don't worry about this. They went out with high morale." He remembered what Zhang Jun had said before leading a group of players out.

"...This is our last league game of the season. And there are still the Italian Cup final and the Champions League final behind, so it can't be said to be the last game of the season. Last season, we won the league championship. This season is when we defend our title. The boss said that this season we want to win all the championships we can get, and now is the first one. Let's go, let's do something."

Unlike Sabato, Zhang Jun neither waved his arms nor splattered saliva. He just stood at the door, and then said the above words in a calm tone and with a normal expression, but made the players willing to follow him out.

Maybe Zhang Jun, this captain, can already be regarded as one of the most successful captains in Fiorentina's history.

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"Welcome to Fiorentina's Stadio Artemio Franchi! We are here to broadcast live the last round of the 0910 season Italian Serie A league for you. The result of this game will determine the ownership of the league championship! Through the aerial photography angle of the helicopter, we can clearly see that the Stadio Artemio Franchi is already full. Everyone is waiting for the referee to blow the whistle to start this game!"

When Zhang Jun led Fiorentina's players into the stadium from the tunnel, the Stadio Artemio Franchi boiled for the first time. Everyone stood up and cheered for their heroes.

In such an environment, the players can burst out 120% of their energy to win more and greater honors for themselves and the fans.

Ren Yudi also stood up on the podium like ordinary fans and applauded the players on the field. Next to him was Zhang Jun's girlfriend Sophie, who was specially invited to this position.

Looking at the team he created with his own hands, having the ability to compete with any team for the championship, the sense of pride in his heart was no less than making a big business, right? When he decided to acquire Fiorentina, on the one hand, it was out of the thought of helping Zhang Jun, and on the other hand, it was hoping that he could use another way to find his love for football in Fiorentina.

Now, presumably he found it, right?

He couldn't play, but watching his friends and teammates win one game after another, it was as if he was running on the field himself.

Sophie clapped her hands beside him and murmured: "Zhang Jun said that he must score at least thirty-five goals this season. This game is his last chance."

Ren Yudi was stunned: "If it's him, I believe he has this ability."

Sophie smiled: "I also believe it. Although I can't be with him on the sidelines, it's a bit of a pity."

Ren Yudi also smiled: "Do you want to be hugged by him on the sidelines again?"

Sophie blushed.

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In this game, Sabato didn't make any special tactical arrangements for Chievo. He just asked Fiorentina to play as usual.

Because Chievo's strength can't be considered strong, and it's Fiorentina's home, there's no reason to be afraid of them.

And Chievo's coach said before the game that he would not let Fiorentina win the championship as they wished, and they would curb Zhang Jun's goals. Before the game, many people were still guessing how Chievo would achieve what they said. Not long after the game started, they all understood.

Because everyone knew Zhang Jun's goal, the ball would naturally be passed to him most of the time. Only two minutes into the game, Klu passed the ball to Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun received the ball, and then turned around, but he didn't break through as he wished, but his body crooked and he was tripped to the ground by the opponent's defensive midfielder.

The referee's whistle sounded and gave Fiorentina a free kick in the frontcourt, but he didn't give the opponent a yellow card, and just gave a verbal warning.

This made the Fiorentina fans unhappy, and they expressed their emotions with boos.

But Zhang Jun didn't think anything. In football games, as a striker, he was used to being brought down by his opponents.

The free kick was taken and the game continued.

Not long after, Zhang Jun received a pass from his teammate again. This time he didn't plan to break through, but passed the ball out. But just as he passed the ball horizontally to Joaquin, he was kicked to the ground again.

The boos sounded again, and the referee still verbally warned the opponent, because the situation was not serious, and Zhang Jun was not injured, just kicked down.

Zhang Jun stood up, shook his head, shrugged, and seemed a little helpless. It seemed that Chievo was really determined to spoil Fiorentina's feast.

From the beginning of the game, Sabato kept scolding loudly on the sidelines. Of course, the targets were those "damn" Chievo players on the field.

The game went on for thirty minutes, and these thirty minutes were quite dull.

Even the commentator said that the championship battle had no bright spots at all, and constant fouls made the game lack continuity and often interrupted.

After Sabato rushed to the sidelines again to scold Chievo's fouling players, he complained to Di Livio when he came back: "I know why that idiot coach is so confident that they can stop us from winning the championship! Damn it! Foul tactics!"

Fiorentina paid attention to technique and ball control, so if ball control was always destroyed, and the delicate and smooth cooperation could not be carried out, then Fiorentina's threat would be greatly reduced.

After Zhang Jun was brought down by his opponent for the unknown number of times, the weak referee in this game finally showed the first yellow card. They waited a full thirty-five minutes for this yellow card. Chievo had committed as many as eight fouls on Zhang Jun alone!

"Basketball,橄榄球, wrestling... let's count, for Zhang Jun, which sports rules have Chievo's defenders used. As expected of those who are here to disrupt the situation, Chievo has done a good job in this regard." The commentator said helplessly.

Moreover, the smart thing about Chievo was that they knew that Zhang Jun's free kicks were powerful, so they were very particular about the location they chose to foul. Generally, they were far away from the goal, so that Zhang Jun's free kick could not directly threaten the goal. If the location was really bad, then they would do their best to interfere instead of fouling.

This made Zhang Jun very depressed. He couldn't comfortably shoot in sports battles, and he couldn't score goals from set pieces. It could be seen that Chievo had researched Zhang Jun a lot and knew his habits very well, so many fouls were very targeted.

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Klu took the ball in the middle, and Zhang Jun started running towards the penalty area. It seemed that Klu was going to pass the ball to the inserted Zhang Jun, because his eyes had been fixed on Zhang Jun's back, and Zhang Jun was also constantly looking back. So immediately two Chievo defenders followed him closely.

But Klu did not pass the ball to Zhang Jun. Instead, he rubbed his right foot, and the ball flew high, directly towards the goal!

Lob shot!

The goalkeeper hastily retreated, but did not reach the ball. The Fiorentina fans screamed loudly, as if this would push the ball into the goal.

But the ball lightly hit the post!

A huge sigh!

Before the sigh was over, the Chievo defenders who were watching Zhang Jun had their attention drawn to the ball the moment Klu shot. They watched the ball pass the goalkeeper's desperate right hand, and then watched the ball hit the post and breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could finish this breath, Zhang Jun suddenly came out of the crowd, and appeared as if he had the ability to predict where the ball would bounce back!

Then Zhang Jun, under the astonished gaze of everyone, did a beautiful diving header!

The ball flew into the empty net!

"Boom!" The Stadio Artemio Franchi boiled.

"The thirty-fifth!!!" The commentator jumped up from his seat with his hands raised high, "This is the best record since the establishment of the Italian甲级联赛. He shares this honor with Nordahl, the scorer of AC Milan in the 4950 season! A shooter from China - Zhang - Jun!!!"

No one cared about the reality that this goal made Fiorentina lead. What excited everyone was just this record: thirty-five league goals. This was the peak record of the Serie A scorer, and no one has been able to surpass it so far. In the increasingly conservative now, it has even been considered that it will never be surpassed.

"We can think of this as Zhang Jun's补射, or we can think of it as Klu's助攻. The tacit understanding between the two of them now doesn't even need eye contact! Yes, a beautiful attack!"

Sabato rushed to the sidelines with his arms raised high, jumping and jumping. He was as excited as a child. "It's so fucking cool! It's so fucking happy! Hit them hard for me!"

After scoring the goal, Zhang Jun originally planned to come up with a different celebration method, but he was just running to the corner flag when he was grabbed to the ground by his teammates, and then one by one pressed up.

"Captain! You really did it! Thirty-five! Thirty-five!!"

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Sophie was invited to sit next to Ren Yudi. During the game, they would chat with each other a few times, but when it came to the key points, Sophie kept clenching her fists, staring at the field nervously. Ren Yudi knew that at this time, she only had Zhang Jun in her heart, so he wisely didn't disturb her.

Now, when she saw Zhang Jun score a goal, she suddenly jumped up and hugged Ren Yudi next to her. This action surprised Ren Yudi. He was very afraid of being photographed by malicious media, and quickly pushed Sophie away. Only after pushing her away did he suddenly realize that Sophie's face was covered with tears.

He was a little surprised: "What's wrong? Sophie."

Sophie wiped her tears: "It's nothing, I'm a little excited. Hehe... I thought of the past, Zhang Jun has worked very hard along the way."

Ren Yudi also thought of the past. It was very hard work. Both he and Zhang Jun worked very hard, but Zhang Jun worked hard on the court, and he worked hard in the business world.

Now that Zhang Jun has scored thirty-five goals to equal the record, and his Fiorentina team is on their way to their first triple crown in history, today's achievements are just a sentence compared to the past hardships, right?

Ren Yudi was an experienced person. He believed that Zhang Jun, who was pressed to the ground by his teammates but still raised his hands, must also be an experienced person. After so many tribulations, it was time to reap the rewards.

How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain?

This was a song they liked to sing very much in high school. At that time, the whole of China was singing it. Ren Yudi had gone through a lot of storms, and Zhang Jun had also experienced a lot of storms. His career did not start early. He only debuted at the age of twenty-one, but his fame was not late. He became an idol for the whole of China in just one season in the Netherlands. But he only really matured and became successful very late. It was not until he was twenty-seven that he won a league title for the first time. In the six years from the age of twenty-one to twenty-seven, he was fighting with depressing injuries and various setbacks.

When he was injured in the Olympic qualifiers, almost no one could believe that he would stand on the court again. When his father passed away and he was forced to leave Milan to go to the Serie B league, almost no one was optimistic about his future career. When he had conflicts with the coach, he was almost considered to be bound to leave Fiorentina.

But now? Look, he is in Fiorentina, scoring thirty-five league goals in a season, and he even has the opportunity to score more goals...

Zhang Jun has experienced so much wind and rain, and now it is time to see the most brilliant rainbow.

He smiled at Sophie, and then gently patted her shoulder: "Don't cry, you should be happy and proud of him."

All the fans in the stadium were standing up and applauding him - except for the stubborn Chievo fans. Zhang Jun got up from the ground, still raising his hands, thanking everyone who supported him.

Thank you!

Without you, there would be no Zhang Jun today.

Without you, there would be no thirty-five league goals.

Whether it's teammates, coaches, bosses, or fans, Zhang Jun thanks you all.