Chapter 1 Bayern Munich's Advance

Bayern Munich's away lead did not surprise most commentators. Sabato's consistent insistence on an attacking style meant conceding a goal was inevitable, as plain as day. What surprised them slightly was how early it happened; Fiorentina only held on for seventeen minutes before their gates were breached.

In the time that followed, Fiorentina laid siege to Bayern's goal. By the looks of it, they seemed intent on drowning Bayern in their tidal wave of attacks.

Long shots, push shots, chips, lobs, headers… virtually every type of shot appeared, but Anker's goal remained impregnable. During this period, he was the busiest man, and the one most often featured in television close-ups. Fiorentina fans repeatedly cursed Bayern's goalkeeper, wishing him a terrible death, but Anker was immune to their curses. He jumped and darted around in front of the goal, doing his utmost to keep the ball out.

Mascherano launched a long pass from the backfield, catching Bayern off guard behind their lines. Zhang Jun sprinted forward from the rear, intercepting the ball ahead of Lucio, then took it into the penalty area with a touch, cutting horizontally to shield Lucio behind him. A one-on-one!

Just as Zhang Jun carried the ball into the penalty area, Anker decisively abandoned his goal. He spread his arms, lowered his center of gravity, slightly bent his legs, and adjusted his stance with small steps, blocking Zhang Jun's shooting angle.

Zhang Jun glanced at Anker's position and aimed for the near post, shooting with finesse rather than power.

The ball sped toward the near corner of the goal!

Anker moved like a startled rabbit, his body lunging toward the near post as his hands reached out, his elbow connecting with the ball!

Deflected by Anker, the ball bounced off the ground and flew out of bounds. All three of Zhang Jun's shots on goal today had been blocked by Anker.

Seeing his shot saved again, Zhang Jun lost the will to banter with Anker. Was he just off his game today? Or was Anker's strength reaching levels beyond his imagination? The Bundesliga's best goalkeeper… truly lived up to the name!

Anker was in no mood to flaunt his performance to Zhang Jun. He was dissatisfied with the way his team's defense kept giving Fiorentina's forwards these kinds of opportunities, and he was busy scolding his defenders.

Bayern's defense wasn't great to begin with; they relied entirely on their outstanding goalkeeper. But even the best goalkeeper couldn't guarantee a clean sheet all the time. Sooner or later, under constant pressure, he was bound to slip up.

Goalkeepers all had a sense of insecurity, because they all feared conceding a goal.

Anker was the type of goalkeeper who thrived in big games; the stronger the opponent, the more fired up he became. But his current opponent was Zhang Jun—a forward he harbored a deep-seated fear of, a fear that had lingered since high school and remained to this day. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this forward from scoring.

So, every time he saved Zhang Jun's shot, he would loudly remind his teammates to pay attention to Zhang Jun, minimizing his shooting opportunities as much as possible. Lucio was doing a decent job. Thirty minutes into the game, Zhang Jun had only managed a meager three shots. Most of the time, he could only pass to his teammates or didn't even receive the ball at all—Kruul was also being contained by Ballack. Magath's tactics were brilliant.

Sabato, on the sidelines, was no longer as anxious. He sat quietly in his seat, coldly observing the situation on the field, as if he were a spectator unrelated to the game. It wasn't that he didn't want to be anxious, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. Magath was clearly a step ahead of him—though he hated to admit it… it was a fact. Magath's tactics completely stifled Fiorentina's performance. His players couldn't even display sixty percent of their usual strength on the field, and their attacks seemed more like aimless bombardments. Plenty of smoke was raised, but the actual results were pathetic.

He didn't think it was the right time for adjustments; he needed to continue observing Bayern's tactics before devising new strategies for the team during halftime.

For now, since Bayern Munich wasn't in a hurry to score and widen the gap, and Fiorentina was pressing Bayern, the defense wasn't in immediate danger. He would just maintain the situation for now and figure things out during the break…

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A thunderous cheer erupted once more from the stands of the Stadio Artemio Franchi. This time, it was naturally for Franchi's top star, Zhang Jun, who had the ball in the attacking third. Despite failing to score on his first three shots, and the limited opportunities he'd had, Zhang Jun, as Fiorentina's most popular player, received this kind of cheering treatment whenever he got the ball.

Anker directed his defense to mark closely, not to let any Fiorentina players slip through. He himself lowered his center of gravity, waiting in full readiness. Although Zhang Jun hadn't entered the penalty area yet, he didn't dare to be careless.

Lucio moved forward to mark Zhang Jun, preventing him from easily breaking through or shooting and forcing him to pass.

Zhang Jun slowly dribbled the ball, his speed not particularly fast—relative to his full-speed dribbling. Facing Lucio, his upper body was constantly swaying, yet his feet maintained their original rhythm. It was astonishing how his upper and lower body movements could be so uncoordinated yet highly synchronized.

Even a Brazilian player was getting dizzy from these deceptive and illusory movements. Lucio saw Zhang Jun's body lurch to the left and, thinking he was about to break that way, quickly lunged to his right. But just as his legs spread apart, Zhang Jun suddenly poked the ball through his legs with his left foot! A nutmeg!

Lucio was stunned for a moment, not expecting Zhang Jun to make such a move without warning while still swaying his upper body. Zhang Jun seized the opportunity to accelerate, bypassing him.

"Don't run!" Lucio reacted quickly, turning back and launching a decisive sliding tackle before Zhang Jun could reach the ball!

Logically, with his long legs, it shouldn't be difficult to reach the ball, but he had underestimated Zhang Jun's explosive power.

Zhang Jun overtook him on the outside, arriving at the ball a fraction of a second ahead of Lucio. He extended his foot and gently flicked the ball forward, then leaped into the air, easily dodging Lucio's last-ditch tackle.

Seeing Lucio bypassed so easily, Anker immediately moved forward, intending to block Zhang Jun's shooting angle. Once again, he lowered his center of gravity, spreading his arms, slightly bending his legs, and moving with small steps…

Goalkeepers inherently resembled peacocks displaying their plumage, fully utilizing their bodies to exert maximum pressure on the opposing forward. Anker was doing just that, making Zhang Jun feel as if he were enveloped in a shadow, a shadow that could descend at any moment…

This time, Zhang Jun didn't assess Anker's position before shooting, aiming directly for the far corner of the goal.

Anker guessed correctly, leaping into the air toward the far corner, his body stretching out in mid-air as his hands extended, reaching for the ball. It looked like he would block it again.

Sure enough, he cupped his hands together, deflecting the ball away from the goal! The ball rebounded in front of the net.

"Saved again!! Amazing… Wait!"

Just as Bayern fans were about to breathe a sigh of relief, a figure appeared in front of the goal like a ghost. Ismail tried to clear the ball, but he was firmly held behind the player, unable to reach the ball with his foot.

Van Persie, seeing Zhang Jun shoot again, was already thinking about charging forward. None of the goalkeeper's saves against Zhang Jun had resulted in him securing the ball. Maybe this time would be the same, maybe he would get a chance. So, the moment Zhang Jun shot, he rushed toward the goal, and the result was exactly as he had predicted. Anker hadn't caught the ball; he had merely deflected it, and it had landed precisely where he was.

This was his chance!

That annoying Frenchman was still trying to get away with sneaky little moves behind him, kicking and bumping him. But Van Persie wouldn't give up easily. If he couldn't keep his opponent firmly behind him, Fiorentina's hopes of tying the score would vanish.

"Get out of the way!" Van Persie roared, then abruptly leaned back, sending Ismail stumbling backward. The shackles that had bound him vanished without a trace. Without even adjusting his body or the ball, Van Persie lifted his foot and executed an unconventional volley in mid-air, the ball flying unobstructed into the Bayern Munich goal…

"Oh yes!! Fiorentina has tied the score! As the first half draws to a close, their Van Persie scores on the rebound to level the score!"

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Even Fiorentina's own coach hadn't expected this goal. Sabato rose from his seat with a look of surprise. He hadn't expected these kids to tie the score before halftime! What was going on? Everything he had just been thinking about was now pointless. The situation had changed, and his plans had to change with it… damn it!

Van Persie prepared to run toward the corner flag to celebrate, but Zhang Jun tackled him to the ground halfway there. Before he could get back up, he was buried under a pile of teammates.

How much pressure they had been under when they were behind at home! Now, having tied the score, the pressure had eased, and they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The Stadio Artemio Franchi erupted in jubilation as the home fans celebrated wildly. The Bayern fans, on the other hand, were silent.

"Unexpected, unexpected… Before the game, we were all talking about the duel between Zhang Jun and Anker, but unexpectedly, it was Zhang Jun's partner, Van Persie, who first breached Anker's goal. Anker played exceptionally well for the first forty minutes, but this fumble proved fatal!"

"Well, this goal can't really be considered a complete surprise. Let's review the game. In the first forty minutes, Zhang Jun only had four shots, but Anker wasn't able to secure any of them. He could only do his best to parry them away. This naturally gave Van Persie the idea of rebounding. The goal itself, I don't think, was Anker's fault, but rather the fact that he really couldn't hold Zhang Jun's shots. Stretching out to the maximum in the air, he had already extended his body to its limit. Zhang Jun's shot was cunning, and it was already quite remarkable that he could block it. In short, this goal cannot be blamed on Anker. It should be said to be the reward for Fiorentina's relentless attacks."

Anker knelt on the ground, spreading his hands in resignation. If he could hear the Chinese commentators, he would definitely shake their hands and shout, "Understanding is everything!"

Zhang Jun's shots looked ordinary, but the angles were devilishly tricky. He gave it his all every time to save them. To hold them securely? That was simply a luxury. Just like this goal, he had given it his all, but Zhang Jun's shooting angle was too cunning, almost aimed directly at the far corner. It was already amazing that he could reach the ball.

Zhang Jun, as Serie A's top scorer, definitely wasn't just famous; he had a hidden killer instinct beneath the surface—countless mysteries hidden in a seemingly ordinary shot. Sometimes, he would add a very strong spin to the ball, intentionally making the goalkeeper fumble the save. Other times, he would use his toe to poke the center of the ball, making it look like it was wildly fluctuating up, down, left, and right in the goalkeeper's eyes. These were all subtle details that couldn't be seen from the outside, and only the goalkeeper could truly appreciate them. If you thought Zhang Jun's shot was nothing special, you were in for a world of hurt.

Anker knew this, but he was helpless. He could only try to push the ball further away or use his entire body to suppress it. Honestly, goalkeepers preferred saving shots at chest height and hated ground balls the most. But Zhang Jun's shots were exactly the opposite. His ground balls weren't very threatening; as long as the goalkeeper dove and pressed down on the ball with their body, they would be fine. But his high balls all had a lot of "ghosts," like the two examples mentioned earlier.

Although it wasn't his fault, it looked like he had fumbled the save, so Anker raised his hand to apologize to his teammates.

After Zhang Jun and Van Persie finished celebrating the goal, they turned around and saw Anker apologizing. He suddenly remembered Anker's behavior after Bayern's goal, and he wanted to get even.

He deliberately turned and ran to the front of Bayern's penalty area, then shrugged and spread his hands at Anker.

Anker's rage meter immediately filled up, sending him into a berserk state.

Unfortunately, the referee didn't give him much time to throw a tantrum. Three minutes after Fiorentina kicked off, he blew the whistle to end the first half.

During halftime, Anker really wanted to grab Zhang Jun and "teach him a lesson." But by the time he ran over from that goal, Zhang Jun had already disappeared into the locker room.

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For the first five minutes of halftime, Sabato remained silent, making the players uneasy, thinking that their performance in the first half had been so bad that they had angered the coach.

But what was actually happening? Sabato was just thinking about the sudden change in the situation and how he could ensure that the team would achieve ultimate victory. The temporary plan originally devised with the team in a losing situation had become a moot point because of Van Persie's goal. He urgently needed to draft a new plan.

Bayern and Fiorentina were tied, back at square one. But this was only what it looked like on the surface. Because Bayern had an away goal, their mentality was already different from the 0-0 start; they could play more smoothly and steadily. These were exactly what Bayern excelled at. Once they started to grind you down, Fiorentina would suffer, because Fiorentina was known for their "speed," for quick attacks and quickly resolving battles. If they got bogged down in an endless entanglement with their opponents, Fiorentina's attacks would be unsuccessful, and their defensive vulnerabilities would emerge.

If things really developed to that point, Sabato could only pray for a miracle to happen. But there were still forty-five minutes left; he could still think of a countermeasure.

Bayern had an away goal; this was their biggest advantage. Even if they ultimately lost to Fiorentina, as long as they had an away goal, they would have countless possibilities when they returned to their home field. Thinking this, Sabato suddenly thought of something: having one away goal was very exciting, so how much more tempting would it be for Magath to have two away goals and even the possibility of soundly defeating Fiorentina?

Magath, you old bastard, you dare to scheme against me on my home ground! Then I have to scheme back to make things fair between us.

Thinking this, Sabato laughed triumphantly, completely ignoring the fact that his players were looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at an alien.

After laughing, Sabato immediately changed his expression back to normal and said seriously to his surprised players, "You guys did pretty well in the first half, except for the one goal we conceded. But that's far from enough. In the second half, we'll do this…"

Sabato laid out his thoughts and plans, but the players' expressions of surprise only deepened. Was this crazy coach really crazy? If they followed his plan, and something went wrong or a link broke, they would lose everything!

They weren't strangers to the coach's craziness, but this was the first time they had seen him this crazy.

The plan required the team to present a weak front in front of the visiting team, attracting as many of the opposing forwards as possible, giving them as many opportunities as possible, pretending that the home field pressure was too great and that they were exhausted, and requiring almost all the players to act like they were in bad shape. The purpose of doing all this was to make Bayern Munich think that Fiorentina was finished, to make them think there was an opportunity to score another away goal, thereby abandoning the "steady defense and counterattack" tactic that Magath had initially adopted, and switching to "active attack."

In Chinese terms, it was "luring the snake out of its hole."

The basis for the successful implementation of this plan was that Fiorentina's players had to act convincingly, to make Magath, that cunning old fox, really believe that Fiorentina was steadily retreating, thereby making him change his established tactics.

But if they really pretended too well, if they really conceded a goal, then they would truly be "losing both the bait and the fish." Regarding this, Di Livio had objections. He thought they should just act to a certain extent and that there was no need to be as realistic as Sabato described.

But Sabato was, after all, the head coach, and he had the final say. "Angelo, don't think too much. Even if we do concede a goal, my team can score even more…"

Di Livio looked at the crazy man's smug smile and the players' bewildered faces, and the unease in his heart didn't diminish in the slightest. God bless them, Fiorentina shouldn't be played out of the Champions League by this crazy man!

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Halftime ended, and the team returned to the field. Zhang Jun took advantage of the time before kickoff to gather the players together in a circle. He had something to say.

"I know that you all must have doubts, and so do I. Because this plan is too bold, too crazy. But we can only trust the boss now. For almost two seasons, without the boss, we wouldn't be standing on the Champions League stage. Many of his ideas seem crazy, but they always help us win. This time, I also hope that everyone will faithfully execute his crazy plan."

Xiang Tao curled his lip: "What if we don't believe it, what if we don't execute it? There's nothing we can do anyway. Anyway, if we win, everyone is happy, and if we lose, the responsibility is all the boss's."

Everyone was amused by his words. Seeing that everyone had no objections, Zhang Jun waved his hand and told everyone to disperse. The entire stadium was waiting for them to kick off.

Zhang Jun stood in the center circle, opposite Van Persie. He turned his head and looked at his teammates behind him to confirm. Then he kicked the ball.

"The second half of the game has begun! Let's look forward to the kind of performance the two sides will bring us in the second half!"

The commentators, the spectators at the scene, and the players of Bayern Munich quickly noticed that Fiorentina's performance was a bit abnormal. Their mistakes began to increase significantly. Within three minutes, there were two passing errors in the backfield alone.

It seemed that only Frey's performance was still normal. The other players, even Zhang Jun, were inevitably a bit strange.

At first, people just thought it was strange, but as time went on, the situation did not improve. The commentators began to think that the pressure of being tied at home was too great, causing the entire Fiorentina team to perform abnormally.

Magath, however, kept stroking his chin, watching the situation on the field without saying a word.

Podolski felt strange. In the first half, he was almost suffocated by that No. 13. How could the other side be a bit unable to play after a halftime break?

Mascherano wanted to stop Ballack's advance, but a reckless tackle failed to touch the ball, let alone the person. Ballack easily broke through the last barrier in front of Fiorentina's defense, and then, seeing that no one came up to force him, he calmly took a long-range shot.

The ball was ultimately saved by Frey. Frey seemed quite dissatisfied with the team's performance. He hugged the ball and roared at his teammates, "Defend! Get your spirits up! It's just a draw, we still have a chance!"

But in the face of his roar, the Fiorentina players still seemed unable to muster any energy, each with their heads hanging low, wondering what they were thinking.

In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that there were some problems with the team itself.

But how could they have imagined that all of this was just put on by Fiorentina's players, who were "good at performing." Since the boss wanted them to act realistically, they naturally gave it their all.

Not only did they have to deceive their opponents in terms of action, but they also had to make them believe it from some subtle details. From these aspects, the Fiorentina players almost all had a talent for acting. Not to mention Mascherano's realistic tackling error, just Frey's impromptu performance and the seamless cooperation of the players could make people applaud.

And Sabato was still yelling and jumping on the sidelines, adding fuel to the fire.

Di Livio covered his face beside him: It's really a mess… What is all this!

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While the entire Fiorentina team was putting on a great performance, Magath was also contemplating everything he was seeing.

Fiorentina's sudden abnormality in the second half made Magath feel strange. How could a team that could press Bayern in the first half suddenly become a mess in the second half? Logically speaking, the adjustment at halftime should have made a corresponding countermeasure, and Sabato was not the uneducated hooligan that outsiders said he was. He couldn't possibly let the team go on like this.

Magath turned his head and looked at Sabato, who was roaring madly on the sidelines. He didn't understand Italian, so he naturally didn't know what Sabato was roaring about, but looking at his expression, he was definitely extremely dissatisfied with the current situation.

If he's not satisfied, he should change players and adjust, what's the use of yelling down there?

Or… is it still too early to substitute?

Just as he was thinking, Fiorentina finally got a hard-won counterattack opportunity. Mascherano's pass to Krøldrup was a bit too big, and Krøldrup desperately regained control of the ball, then passed it to Van Persie, who was cutting in. Van Persie took a powerful shot from the left side of the penalty area, and the ball flew high over the crossbar.

Boos could already be heard from the stands of the Stadio Artemio Franchi. Obviously, the fans were also very dissatisfied with the team's performance.

Magath frowned. Fiorentina's performance really made him unable to understand.

Such an obvious mistake… If Van Persie had passed to Zhang Jun next to him just now, the opportunity would have been better than his forced shot. He had studied this team and knew that Van Persie and Zhang Jun had been playing together since the Netherlands and had a good relationship. Logically speaking, Van Persie wouldn't obviously try to steal credit in front of Zhang Jun… Could it be that he was deliberately doing it for me to see?

This thought suddenly appeared in Magath's mind, scaring him.

Deliberately? That's unlikely, isn't it? If that's really the case, then Sabato is really bold enough. Deliberately giving Bayern so many opportunities is just to make us press out. Does he really have confidence in the development of the game situation? Can he really let his goal face danger and ignore it?

Magath suddenly felt that the evening in Florence was getting hotter and hotter, and sweat covered his forehead.

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On the other side, Sabato was also secretly paying attention to Magath's performance. Magath was even more cunning than he had imagined. Fifteen minutes into the game, he was still unmoved. How long was he going to wait? Maybe before Bayern pressed out first, Fiorentina would have collapsed. This bet was too big—betting Fiorentina's entire season's Champions League future! Sabato was really afraid of the pressure from that young boss above after losing this game.

But since he had already done it, there was no way to take it back. Now he could only grit his teeth and hold on to the end. Keep acting, until Magath believes it!

He was also a little hot, but the good thing about him was that if he was hot, he could immediately throw his coat on the seat, and then jump to the sidelines and continue acting. Magath couldn't do that. He had to pretend to be calm, sitting steadily in the coaching seat in a suit and leather shoes… It was really hard work.

Fiorentina was performing on the field, and the two coaches were performing on the sidelines, secretly competing to see who could be more patient. Only those who didn't know the inside story didn't understand all this. This game was really interesting.

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Taking advantage of the opportunity when the ball went out of bounds in front of Sabato, Sabato grabbed Zhang Jun, who came to throw the ball: "Don't always make mistakes, that's too fake. Occasionally do something real to scare the Germans, so they'll really be fooled."

Zhang Jun nodded: "Understood."

Zhang Jun threw the ball to Joaquin, then cut forward along the sideline, and then cut inside when he approached the penalty area, waiting for his teammate's pass. He kept Sabato's instructions in mind, and this time he was going to give Bayern something real.

Joaquin's ball ultimately fell to Zhang Jun's feet. Zhang Jun staggered when he received the ball, making Lucio think he was going to make another mistake. He quickly prepared to rush up and intercept the ball. As a result, Zhang Jun's front foot crossed over, but his back foot was dragged behind and he suddenly knocked the ball, knocking it past Lucio. Then he accelerated and bypassed the Brazilian defender, catching up with the ball.

Zhang Jun's movements were smooth and beautiful, causing the Fiorentina fans to immediately change their boos into cheers.

"Here it comes!" Anker shouted inwardly, and once again prepared to rush out to block Zhang Jun's shooting angle.

But this time, Zhang Jun didn't take a shot or push, but lowered his head and took a chip shot directly!

The ball went straight to the goal behind Anker!

Anker was shocked and quickly retreated—he didn't even have time to turn around, so he retreated directly, then suddenly jumped backward and upward, extending his right hand, and very thrillingly pushed the ball out of the crossbar.

Magath had been suspecting that Fiorentina might be acting, because sometimes the concession and mistakes were a bit too much. Even if the performance was abnormal, it wouldn't be so completely defeated, would it? To say that they had no power to fight back meant they had no power to fight back?

But after seeing Zhang Jun's sudden outburst just now, he doubted his own speculation. If it was acting, this time they almost broke his goal. If Anker hadn't performed normally… If they took the lead again, then Sabato's plan would have been ruined again, wouldn't it? If I were the coach, I certainly wouldn't allow my men to do this kind of thing.

Just as Magath's mind was still wavering between whether it was real or fake, something happened that made him make a final decision.

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Twenty minutes into the game, Fiorentina was still faithfully implementing Sabato's fraudulent tactics, luring Bayern Munich to press forward. They intentionally or unintentionally gave their opponents some opportunities. If it weren't for Frey's super-level performance, Bayern would have scored two goals. But as long as Sabato didn't give the order to change tactics, they wouldn't dare to act rashly. If they weren't careful and Magath saw through the plan, it would still be a small matter. If they really "tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice," then they would lose big!

To be honest, this performance tested team spirit and tacit understanding more than a successful offensive coordination. Everyone's palms were sweating. When they were nervous, those erroneous actions became even more realistic…

Keirrison softened his feet when he was competing for a header with Santa Cruz, and his jump was half a beat slower than his opponent. When he got up again, Santa Cruz had already passed the ball to Schweinsteiger, who was cutting in from the back row.

Originally, Ujfalusi thought that Santa Cruz would pass the ball to Podolski, but unexpectedly, it was Schweinsteiger who suddenly cut in. Mascherano had been paying attention to Ballack's movements and had ignored Schweinsteiger. So when Schweinsteiger suddenly appeared in front of Frey, everyone except the two people involved was stunned—this was definitely not a fake mistake! It was a genuine mistake! A fatal mistake!

"Bayern Munich's opportunity! One-on-one in the penalty area! A great scoring opportunity! Let's see if Schweinsteiger can seize it!"

As the main midfielder of the German national team, Schweinsteiger was quite calm. It could be said that at the moment when he broke into the penalty area and directly faced Frey, even a forward might not have been able to do better than him.

Seeing this scene, Sabato, who was greatly surprised, also rushed up from his seat, staring at his goal with his mouth open, speechless. Of course, this move of his was also seen by Magath, who had been watching coldly.

One-on-one! Facing a second rate goalkeeper… How could I waste this opportunity? No way! This is our Bayern's chance! If we score, we will definitely advance to the semi-finals!

Schweinsteiger suddenly raised his foot, and Frey fell to the ground!

But this was just a feint. The purpose was to trick Frey into falling to the ground, then dodge him and easily push the ball into the empty goal.

Schweinsteiger succeeded in one move and immediately connected to push the ball outward, preparing to bypass Frey, who was lying on the ground, and then shoot.

But just as he was pushing the ball away from his foot, Frey's hand, which was lying on the ground, suddenly stretched out as if it had grown out of thin air, and suddenly stretched out and pushed the ball away! Schweinsteiger did not expect this, and he missed the ball with the next kick, and his body stumbled forward. Frey then jumped up from the ground like a cat, and his body pounced on the ball that he had pushed away, and then pressed on it firmly.

"Guarded!! Wonderful! We have been talking about Anker, but we have ignored this Frenchman who can win the third place in Serie A's best goalkeeper! He is now the main goalkeeper of the French national team and is a reliable guardian!"

Schweinsteiger sat on the ground and reached out to the referee for a penalty, but the referee ran away from the penalty area and waved his hand to signal him to get up quickly, and did not mean to award Fiorentina a penalty.

Frey's wonderful performance won the unanimous cheers of all Fiorentina fans. But Frey was not complacent because of these cheers. On the contrary, he was on the verge of breaking out. He hugged the ball and did not rush to kick it out, but roared at all the Fiorentina players: "Bastards! What was the mistake just now? Why didn't anyone watch that German guy!! Get your spirits up! Get your spirits up! Do you think I'm joking?! Idiots!" Although Frey was an outgoing person, it was rare to see him openly scolding his teammates on the court like this.

Because it was indeed his own mistake, the players on the back line all lowered their heads and did not know what to say. Even Sabato himself almost lost his temper below. He yelled at the players on the field with his teeth and claws: "What are you playing?! Don't give them such opportunities easily! Do you really want the other party to score another goal?!"

Di Livio, who was next to him, felt that these words sounded awkward no matter how he heard them. It was obviously what he asked the players to do during the halftime break. Now he was acting so realistically that it couldn't be more real, but he didn't want to do it anymore.

Of course, he did not show it, after all, Sabato was the head coach, and he was just an assistant.

Magath naturally saw everything that happened just now, from the players' performance to Sabato's performance. Frey and Sabato's roar made him make up his mind: all of this would definitely not be a scam deliberately arranged by Fiorentina's coach. The near loss of the ball just now was proof. If they were playing fake, they would definitely not dare to let their goal really face such a dangerous situation. Only when it was real would the thrilling scene just now appear. In other words, even if this was fake, Magath wanted Sabato to make a cocoon and suffer in silence.

Thinking of this, he finally stood up from the coaching seat, then slowly walked to the sidelines, gave a forward gesture to the field, and then turned back to the coaching seat.

All of this was also seen by Sabato, who was also on the sidelines. His heart was overjoyed: I have been waiting for most of the game, and finally waited for you, you old bastard, to be moved!

But he still couldn't express it now. He cursed a few more words on the sidelines before returning to the coaching seat, then turned to Di Livio and smiled lewdly: "Hey, Angelo. The big fish is hooked..." As if he felt that his expression was not shocking enough, he rubbed his hands excitedly and猥琐ly.

Di Livio was a little surprised. Magath was really fooled. If the always calm and 냉정한 Bayern pressed out to play against Fiorentina... God still heard his prayers!

"Don't worry, don't worry. Let's wait a little longer. If I expose my purpose too early, it will be seen by that old guy. I want them to unconsciously attack so happily before counterattacking. Now I still have to endure. You go and give the bastards a gesture and tell them not to worry."

Di Livio stood up, then walked to the sidelines and shouted loudly to the field, then put his hands on his chest and made a slight left-right shaking gesture. This was Fiorentina's secret code, which meant to tell them not to worry for now and to spread the net wider.

When he put his hands together, it meant that the time was ripe and the net could be closed.

Zhang Jun saw Di Livio's gesture and knew what to do. He raised his right hand to signal his teammates not to worry and take it slow. These actions were nothing special in Magath's eyes. It was just a forward raising his hand to ask for the ball. He did not suspect anything.

This old fox, who had been immersed in the Bundesliga for many years, did not notice that a fishing net was opening and slowly contracting, targeting him and Bayern Munich. Maybe when he realized it, there would be no way to escape, and it would be too late.