Chapter 1 The Only Sound

"Zhang Jun! Zhang Jun! Zhang Jun!!" The entire Stadio Artemio Franchi was filled with this one sound, even the AC Milan fans' shouts of "Serie B! Serie B!" were drowned out. The fans were shouting wildly, stomping their feet madly, as if to collapse the stadium.

Malesani could almost hear the awning of the coach's bench behind him buzzing.

"Damn it!" he muttered, then pulled Buso over and said to him, "Let that kid go on, replace Di Livio, we'll play with three forwards, he'll play left wing."

Zhang Jun was excited when he heard that he was about to play—he had never been so eager to play a game like today.

When he stood on the sidelines with the fourth official, the fans erupted in huge cheers. Zhang Jun was moved by these fans. It was the fans who put him on the field, not Malesani. No matter where he would be next season, for these lovely fans, he had to stand guard for this last shift.

He could not tolerate failure, let alone failure with him on the field.

No. 7 Di Livio was replaced, and No. 11 Zhang Jun came on. The fourth official held up the sign to signal the whole stadium, and the on-site announcer shouted, "Welcome No. 11 Zhang—Jun!!"

"Olé! Olé!!"

Di Livio jogged across the entire Stadio Artemio Franchi to Zhang Jun. Although he was very tired, he did not waste a minute on the field. He was fighting for time for Zhang Jun, for Fiorentina.

Di Livio was the captain, and he should have handed the captain's armband to the second captain before leaving the field, but he didn't do so. He came down directly with the armband on. When he got to the sidelines, he seemed to remember. He looked back and scanned his teammates on the field, then took off the armband, turned around, and put it on Zhang Jun's arm, who was waiting to high-five him before entering the field!

This was an amazing move. Fiorentina's first captain was Di Livio, the second captain was Riganò, and the third captain was Lucarelli. The latter two were not on the field, but no one would have thought that Zhang Jun could be the captain—he was only twenty-four years old, he was Chinese, he had only been in Fiorentina for a year and a half, he had no prestige, and he had only played a few times. Di Livio would actually give him the captain's armband.

This also made the Italian reporters mutter: "Angelo must not want to waste any more time running up there, so he just gave the captain's armband to Zhang. This is a rash decision for the captain's armband, but it is a wise one for the game."

Zhang Jun, who was wearing the armband, looked at Di Livio in surprise, but the latter smiled and patted his arm wearing the armband: "Good luck, captain. Don't let me down!"

When Li Yan saw this scene, he thought of what Zhang Jun had told him on the phone last night, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Silly Zhang Jun, why did Di Livio pretend to do extra training and talk to you so much? And why did he pretend to forget, but put the captain's armband on your arm? Don't you understand? This is a handover between the old and the new! He wants you to take responsibility, he has tied the future of Fiorentina, along with this armband, to you!

This old fox! Li Yan sighed in his heart. He was about to retire and was still thinking about the team, dealing with all the "aftermath" before he could leave with peace of mind, right? No one could say anything about a captain who did as much as he did.

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Wearing the captain's armband, Zhang Jun quickly ran onto the field. He didn't have the mind or time to think about why the captain gave him the armband. He just wanted to seize the time to score goals, win against AC Milan, and successfully avoid relegation. Yes, defeat AC Milan, not tie, but win. If they didn't win, they would have no way out.

Zhang Jun could see clearly from the sidelines that, due to the lack of an excellent attacking midfielder and defensive midfielder to organize and dispatch, Fiorentina's midfield, although full of strong players, was a mess. If they still hoped to rely on the midfield organization to provide opportunities for the forwards, they would not see any decent chances by the end of the game.

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes. He decided to impersonate the head coach for once. Anyway, he had long disliked Malesani's conservative tactics. He waved his hands and shouted loudly to his teammates on the field: "Long passes! The coach said long passes and high balls! After the backcourt gets the ball, just pass it directly to the front, the forwards don't need to fall back to defend!"

This tactic was completely contrary to Malesani's consistent insistence on "steady defense and counterattack, gradual advance." However, the players didn't think much about it. At this time, how could they do it without taking risks? It would be really problematic to be conservative.

The game restarted, and the entire Fiorentina team strictly followed the "head coach's" latest instructions to play. The defenders passed the ball long to the front as soon as they got it, relying on the three forwards to attack AC Milan's careless defense.

Malesani quickly noticed something was wrong. Which bastard was changing the tactics at will?! He ran to the sidelines and shouted loudly: "What are you doing?! Who is..." His shouts were quickly drowned out by the shouts of the Fiorentina fans.

Ujfalusi passed the ball long to the front, and Pazzini snatched the ball in front of Pirlo and passed it to Zhang Jun, who was following up.

Zhang Jun used his right foot to hook the ball forward, and then rushed past the two of them. He hadn't played so freely for a long time, without being restricted by those conservative tactics, without always thinking about falling back to defend, falling back to defend, and falling back to defend again. He could do whatever he wanted, because he was the head coach, even if Malesani was jumping up and down in anger below, he didn't care.

"vaffa!" he muttered, using an Italian curse to greet Malesani, just be anxious down there!

He rushed past AC Milan's first line of defense, and Gattuso was still following him. Zhang Jun didn't want to entangle with him too much. He put his hand on his back, and Gattuso knew how good Zhang Jun was at free kicks from this distance, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

But Zhang Jun knew that he couldn't get a shot off if he didn't get rid of Gattuso. He had to think of a way.

He was forced to gradually move closer to the crowded center, where his speed advantage couldn't be fully utilized. Gattuso was still following him closely, knowing that Zhang Jun wouldn't pass the ball, because the world knew about his conflict with Miccoli—they wouldn't pass the ball to each other.

A group of people crowded around Zhang Jun in the center of the penalty area, looking very chaotic.

The more people there were, the fewer people there were in other places. Zhang Jun caught sight of an opening, Miccoli was there, and he unhesitatingly poked the ball through the crowd!

Zhang Jun's pass was really sudden. Everyone believed that he would shoot even if he faced all the Milan defenders. Even his teammates were convinced of this. So when Miccoli received the ball, he seemed a little caught off guard. He adjusted three times before shooting, but at this time Dida had already blocked the angle, and the football was blocked out of the baseline by him.

A huge sigh sounded from the stands. This was a rare opportunity for Fiorentina!

Zhang Jun was also very annoyed, but he didn't blame Miccoli. He would have been stunned if he had been in that position. Because his pass was completely a temporary decision. He wasn't trying to show goodwill to Miccoli, but for victory.

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In less than a minute, Fiorentina made a comeback. Jørgensen passed the ball long to Zhang Jun, who received the ball with his back to Nesta.

Nesta stuck tightly to Zhang Jun, and one of his hands was pulling his shirt from below, just not letting him turn around easily.

One of the reasons why Zhang Jun was favored by many people and could score a lot of goals was that he was not afraid of receiving the ball with his back to the goal. He always had a way to turn around.

This time was no exception. He leaned against Nesta, hooked the football with his right foot, and then turned around abruptly. The football seemed to stick to his right foot, making it impossible for Nesta to make a move. Making a move would definitely be a foul. Then he flicked his wrist, and the football actually went through Nesta's legs!

Nutmegged! Nesta was nutmegged!

Just as Nesta was stunned, Zhang Jun bent over and slipped past him, breaking into the penalty area!

Dida decided to block the angle, but Zhang Jun was even faster than him. He poked it with his right foot, and the football quickly rolled into the net from under Dida's armpit!

1:2! Fiorentina pulled back a goal!

The Stadio Artemio Franchi was filled with cheers, and they shouted the name of the goalscorer, Zhang Jun. They were right. Zhang Jun was the hero of the fans, past and present. When faced with difficulties, only he could stand up and turn the tide.

After scoring the goal, Zhang Jun didn't celebrate at all. He just bent down and picked up the football from inside the net, and then ran back to the center circle with it in his arms.

To avoid relegation, they had to score at least two more goals.

There were only fifteen minutes left.

"Fiorentina scored a goal! Oh, but it's just that they are lucky. Maybe they are not willing to return to Serie B without scoring a goal. There are still fifteen minutes, and it is easy for Milan to maintain the victory," AC Milan's official announcer said optimistically.

AC Milan saw that Zhang Jun was the real core, and his performance largely affected Fiorentina's performance. So, Zhang Jun found that he was being "specially protected."

He finally got rid of the defense. He didn't dare to take it too far, and forcibly shot from outside the penalty area, but the shot went high.

Looking at Zhang Jun's back, Yang Pan felt that even if Fiorentina was fighting to avoid relegation, that back was still too lonely. Zhang Jun had complained to him unintentionally on the phone that the current Fiorentina was no longer the Fiorentina he had dreamed of. He didn't understand it at the time, but now he understood.

From the coach to the players, it was a mess.

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The weather was too hot, and many players ran to the sidelines to ask for water during dead balls, even the referee was no exception. There were many AC Milan players, and there were also many Fiorentina players. Only Zhang Jun stood on the sidelines, motionless, licking his lips when they were dry.

Yang Pan walked over, wanting to say hello. Zhang Jun had been on for a while, and they hadn't met yet.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun spoke first when he saw him. He glared at Yang Pan and said, "Tell me honestly! You and Kaká are working so hard, are you deliberately trying to relegate Fiorentina?"

As soon as Yang Pan heard this tone, he knew that Zhang Jun was joking, so he smiled and said, "Yes, yes. When Fiorentina is relegated, you can go back to Milan!"

Zhang Jun spat: "Dream on! I am a Fiorentina man in life, and a Fiorentina...dead man in death!"

Yang Pan waved his hand nonchalantly: "Who are you kidding, kid? Who doesn't know that you are letting Hua Jie contact other teams?"

"Ah...then I'll add a premise: before the end of this game."

Yang Pan turned his head to look at the big screen: "Including stoppage time, you, a Fiorentina man, can only be one for another fifteen minutes."

"Yang Pan, do you remember what we once said?" Zhang Jun asked suddenly.

Yang Pan didn't react at all. He and Zhang Jun had said countless things in more than ten years. How could he remember which sentence it was.

"When I told you I was going to Fiorentina, you wished me success."

Yang Pan remembered: "That's right, that's what I said." Those words sounded too ironic today.

"I said, is it okay to snatch the championship from Milan with my own hands? Then you said if you have the ability, try it. Right?" Zhang Jun continued to ask.

Yang Pan remembered that today's situation was somewhat similar. If Fiorentina won, AC Milan's championship would be in jeopardy.

He looked at Zhang Jun, who was licking his lips because he was too thirsty from talking too much. He nodded and said seriously: "That's right, if you have the ability, try to snatch it."

"Okay, don't cry if you lose the championship."

"I also hope you don't blame me and Kaká if the team is relegated."

The two high-fived and separated.

The two enemies high-fived on the field, which was not a good feeling in the eyes of some people.

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The game continued, and Fiorentina still adopted the simple tactics of long passes and high balls. Because there were three forwards, it was quite impactful. And Malesani didn't shout anymore. He stood on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets. He had already figured it out. This was probably done by that kid Zhang Jun, because it was in line with his wishes. If they lost, he would push all the responsibility on him. If they won, then this was naturally the order of his head coach...

After Fiorentina pulled back a goal, AC Milan felt a little pressure. The Inter Milan game had turned into a half-court attack, with the home team bombarding the Bologna penalty area. To win their first league title in nearly twenty years, they had to win their own game first.

AC Milan consciously strengthened their attack, wanting to use the attack to harass Fiorentina's defense, so as to restrain their attack in the front. But Fiorentina's long passes and high balls didn't require the help of the defenders at all. The front and back were two sections, and the attack almost entirely relied on the abilities of the three forwards. AC Milan's harassment of the defense had little impact on them.

Kaká would be surrounded when he got the ball in the front, and Yang Pan and Shevchenko were no exception. Fiorentina had seven people in the backcourt, with a huge numerical advantage. Moreover, because they were two goals ahead, the relaxed Ancelotti replaced Gilardino and let Ambrosini go up to mix in some appearances, so he could get a bonus when the time came.

The Milan people were optimistic. No one believed that Fiorentina could complete the comeback.

In the seventy-ninth minute of the game, news came from Milan that excited the Fiorentina people: Inter Milan had taken the lead.

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San Siro—no, it's now the Meazza, the Meazza Stadium erupted in earth-shattering cheers, and everyone was shouting one person's surname.

"Li! Li!! Li!!!"

Li Yongle ran wildly on the sidelines, and then pounced on Mancini, who was waiting for him with open arms. He scored, this was dedicated to the head coach who had always believed in him and gave him opportunities.

Just now Inter Milan had been attacking wildly but couldn't score, and they were a little anxious. Bologna tried to take advantage of this opportunity to launch a counterattack, but the ball had just been passed to the outside of the penalty area when it was intercepted by the ubiquitous Li Yongle. Then, without any adjustment, he shot directly, and the football plunged straight into the far corner of the goal. The goalkeeper was out of reach. He slipped when retreating in a hurry, and could only watch the football fall into the empty goal.

"World wave! Li Yongle's performance in this game can be called perfect! He assisted Adriano's first goal, and now he has scored a goal himself! If Inter Milan wins the championship, he is the best player, he is the biggest contributor!"

"When the whole team was anxious because they couldn't score, only he remained calm. Look at this shot, this will definitely not be luck!"

Throughout the season, Li Yongle had obtained a good appearance rate, and even started continuously in the second half of the season. But this goal truly made Li Yongle accepted and supported by all Inter Milan fans. He was truly successful, a great success.

After restarting the game, Li Yongle had already woken up from the ecstasy after scoring. He continued to direct the team in the midfield, controlling the rhythm. It was as if he hadn't scored a goal just now. Mancini valued him for this: calm, no matter what, he seemed very calm. As a midfield commander, calmness was directly related to his personal and team performance.

But the Inter Milan fans didn't consider so much. They believed that the team was bound to win, and they began to shout Fiorentina's name, cheering for them. Hoping that Fiorentina would be more competitive and defeat AC Milan.

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At the same time, inside the Stadio Artemio Franchi, the Fiorentina fans were making ear-piercing boos at Gattuso.

Just now, Zhang Jun was dribbling the ball and breaking through when he was brought down by Gattuso. The referee gave him a yellow card, but Gattuso didn't even look at the referee, but stared at Zhang Jun, still muttering something in his mouth.

Zhang Jun ignored Gattuso's provocation. He held the football and placed it in the designated position by the referee. Miccoli stood next to him, and Zhang Jun turned his head and asked him, "Do you want to take it?"

When Zhang Jun was not on the field, Miccoli had always been Fiorentina's first free kick taker, and his footwork was also very good. He looked at the angle and distance, and then shook his head, and said to Zhang Jun, "You take it..."

This ball was nearly thirty meters away, and Miccoli was not confident. Every opportunity was precious now. He had no confidence that it would definitely go in, and he didn't want to be booed by the fanatical fans. It was better to leave this kind of thing to Zhang Jun.

Kaká grabbed Gattuso, a little angry: "Why did you foul him? Don't you know how accurate he is at free kicks?"

Gattuso shook off Kaká's hand nonchalantly: "What's there to be afraid of? It's such a long distance, he can't score. When he was in Milan, he only kicked within twenty-six meters."

"Damn it! This is in Florence, they are fighting to avoid relegation!" Kaká cursed in a low voice. But he also felt that Gattuso made some sense. The distance was indeed a bit far for Zhang Jun, and it was just right for Yang Pan to come.

Everyone in AC Milan went back, and Kaká and Yang Pan were in the wall. Dida nervously directed the positioning of the wall from behind: "Lean to the left! Left! Yes! Just like that!"

Dida was familiar with Zhang Jun's free kick routine. When he was in Milan, Zhang Jun always liked to pull him to do extra free kick training because he was honest.

The football was on the left, and the distance was about thirty meters. He knew where Zhang Jun would kick with his eyes closed. Moreover, the distance was longer, and the angle and strength were more difficult to grasp.

This ball, Zhang, you have no chance of winning.

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Yang Pan watched Zhang Jun put the ball down, and then started to retreat, retreat, and retreat again. This made him very surprised. Zhang Jun had never retreated so far when taking free kicks. Wasn't he going to take it?

Dida was also a little unexpected. He didn't know how to direct the wall.

Under everyone's stunned gazes, Zhang Jun started a ten-meter-long run-up. His run-up speed was very fast. He didn't start with small steps like Yang Pan and Carlos. He was like practicing a fifteen-meter sprint. He was at the fastest speed as soon as he started.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the ball, and then swung his foot and powerfully shot!

The football flew over the jumping wall towards the goal. Judging from its flight path, this ball should go directly over the crossbar, but the football suddenly fell sharply, and then smashed on the lower edge of the crossbar, bounced into the goal, and then rushed up the net straight!

Dida just twisted his head and waved his hand. He didn't react at all.

"goooooooooooooooooAL!!! 2:2!!! Fiorentina tied the score!! They saw hope! Zhang Jun! The great Zhang Jun! Two goals in ten minutes on the field!! He is the hero of Fiorentina!!"

"Zhang Jun! Zhang Jun!! Zhang Jun!!!"

Before Zhang Jun scored, Ancelotti was sitting comfortably on the chair, but now, he had rushed to the sidelines, looking at the changing situation on the field with an unbelievable expression.

The AC Milan players seemed to not believe that all of this was true, and looked at each other. In ten minutes, Fiorentina went from being two goals behind to tying the score. This was all done by one person, that former teammate of theirs, who was not thinking about old feelings at all now.

"Don't be dazed! Kick off! We must win!" Gattuso roared. Maldini had left the field, and the captain's armband was now on his arm, so he had to act like a captain. Although the goal that was lost came from his foul.

Di Livio jumped up from his seat the moment Zhang Jun scored. Before the other teammates could react, he had already cheered ecstatically. He was right about Zhang Jun.

"Come on! Zhang Jun! You can do it!"

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Because Inter Milan was leading Bologna, AC Milan had changed from first to second. Their previous relaxed mood disappeared, and being tied by Fiorentina meant losing the championship.

Looking at Zhang Jun, who was not excited at all after scoring, Yang Pan felt a burst of tension. He licked his lips unconsciously. This was the second time he and Zhang Jun had faced off in an official game, but Zhang Jun was even stronger than he had thought.

In AC Milan, Zhang Jun had only发挥 (fāhuī - bring into play) 40% of his strength due to various reasons. Was it 100% now?

He turned his head to look at Kaká, who was waiting to serve. The young man's face was no longer relaxed. Before the game, he had joked that if Fiorentina was relegated, he would treat Zhang Jun to dinner as compensation. Now it seemed that Zhang Jun might be treating...

Damn it! What am I thinking! The game is not over yet, we haven't lost yet! It was me who asked Zhang Jun to try. It would be too embarrassing for me to admit defeat in advance!

Zhang Jun, I've always been your partner, but now I realize that maybe we are more suitable as opponents.

The game restarted with AC Milan kicking off. Zhang Jun's goal brought the two sides back to the same starting line. AC Milan couldn't delay the game any longer. They had to score another goal. This was the situation that Fiorentina wanted: both sides attacking with all their strength. It was like two boxers not defending and just throwing punches, and finally seeing who fell first.

Kaká tried to break through with the ball, and Zhang Jun shouted from behind: "Don't mind his pass! Don't let him break through! Foul if you can't!"

When Yang Pan got the ball, Zhang Jun would ask his teammates to foul him. They couldn't stop his whirlwind breakthrough without fouling.

Zhang Jun was familiar with the characteristics of almost every AC Milan player, and could let his teammates adjust their defensive strategy accordingly.

Ancelotti let Zhang Jun go to Fiorentina with confidence at the beginning, and probably never thought there would be today. He believed that Fiorentina and Zhang Jun were not enough to pose a threat to the Milan dynasty he wanted to build, and now he was slapped hard in the face by reality.

The three substitutions had been used up, and he could only watch from the sidelines how Zhang Jun took revenge.

Zhang Jun was the most dazzling star in the last twenty minutes, but he couldn't even get a substitute under him back then. Life was really ironic.

Two voices sounded at the Stadio Artemio Franchi. The Fiorentina fans were shouting the names of the team and Zhang Jun, while the AC Milan fans were singing the team song "Milan, Milan" in unison.

These sounds mixed together, raising the temperature of the entire Stadio Artemio Franchi by several degrees.

Li Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was just standing here, and the sweat on his body had never stopped. His t-shirt was wet.

And those who had been running for more than eighty minutes had to go all out and work hard. Now it was probably no longer a competition of skills and tactics, but a contest of spirit and will.

"Hold on!" Di Livio shouted from the sidelines, cheering for his teammates on the field. On the other side, Maldini was also loudly reminding his teammates to pay attention to Zhang Jun.

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Yang Pan intercepted Jørgensen's ball on the wing, and then ran wildly all the way.

At the same time, when Zhang Jun saw Yang Pan get the ball, he rushed back without defending. Because he knew that he was the only one in the Fiorentina team whose speed could keep up with Yang Pan.

Yang Pan didn't notice this. After he took it into the thirty-meter area and saw that the opponent didn't come up, he quickly pushed the ball to the center and swung his foot to shoot from a distance.

AC Milan fans were ready to cheer, but after the football was powerfully shot out, it hit one person's chest and bounced out!

"Zhang Jun?!" Yang Pan exclaimed.

That's right, it was Zhang Jun who blocked this shot with his body while returning to defend at high speed. He finally caught up.

The football, which was kicked out by Yang Pan with all his strength, was hit head-on at a place less than ten meters away. One could imagine how great the impact was.

The football bounced out of the sideline, and Zhang Jun was kicked up into the air, and then fell to the ground.

Jørgensen and Yang Pan ran to Zhang Jun, who was lying on the ground, at the same time. He seemed to have some difficulty breathing. He was curled up on the ground, trembling all over.

"Referee! Doctor! We need a doctor!" Jørgensen shouted loudly to the referee who was running towards this side. There had always been sudden deaths on the football field in the past few years, and he was afraid that Zhang Jun would also be like this.

Yang Pan wanted to go up and see what was going on, but he was pushed away by Pazzini, who squeezed in. "Are you okay? Zhang?! Speak, hey! Answer me!"

Yang Pan just stood on the periphery like this, unable to see the situation inside. He was a little at a loss. The championship was important, but he definitely didn't want anything to happen to his good friend for the sake of a championship.

Kaká also ran over, but he couldn't squeeze in either.

Many people were around, and the game was interrupted.

The referee pushed through the crowd, looked at Zhang Jun's situation, and then signaled the stretcher on the sidelines to come on.

"Zhang Jun fell to the ground. He was hit by Yang Pan's powerful shot. We don't know what the situation is yet. The scene is very chaotic...I just saw him seem to be抽搐 (chōuchù - twitching)...Damn it! I hope nothing happens to him!"

In China, Su Fei also stood up, as if standing up would allow her to see the situation behind the crowd. She clenched her hands together, biting her lip tightly, and didn't dare to take a breath. No, to be precise, she hadn't even breathed since the moment Zhang Jun fell to the ground.

Di Livio wanted to go up, but was blocked by the fourth official on the sidelines. The anxious Di Livio cursed in a low voice, and had no choice but to stand helplessly on the sidelines, staring at the field, not daring to blink his eyes.

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When the football hit him, Zhang Jun only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and then he felt difficulty breathing. He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't even make a syllable. But his mind was still clear, and he could hear every word that everyone said. He heard someone calling for a doctor again.

What are you kidding? Isn't this a waste of time? I'm just out of breath, it's not as serious as you think. Who can help me up for a moment? As long as I stand up straight, my breath will naturally be smooth.

The stretcher came, but Zhang Jun struggled to get up from the ground by himself.

He still didn't speak, just coughed violently, but he waved his hand to signal that he didn't need a stretcher.

Seeing him get up, everyone was first surprised, and then collectively breathed a sigh of relief: It's good that he's okay.

At this time, Yang Pan was able to squeeze forward and ask him: "Are you okay? Kid, don't scare us!"

Zhang Jun couldn't speak, just waved his hand.

Although Zhang Jun didn't want to be carried down on a stretcher, it would be embarrassing. But the referee meant that even if the player didn't sit on the stretcher, he had to walk off the field with the stretcher, and then come up again.

So Zhang Jun walked to the sidelines with the support of two medical staff. Di Livio rushed over, looking anxious. At this time, Zhang Jun was finally able to speak. He smiled at the old captain: "I'm fine, captain."

Then, he raised his hand to signal to go on. The referee looked at him, and then beckoned: Come on up.

The entire stadium stood up and applauded him collectively, this time regardless of friend or foe. Zhang Jun's spirit moved everyone.

"Listen to this applause! When we were behind, only Zhang Jun didn't give up fighting. Now he has even won the respect of the enemy! He is the hero of Stadio Artemio Franchi! It's unbelievable that Malesani would not get along with such a person!"

Zhang Jun's fighting spirit not only moved the fans, but also greatly boosted morale. Seeing Zhang Jun being hit so hard that he almost had a stroke, who would be embarrassed not to work hard?

No matter where they would be next season, they were Fiorentina players now, and they had to do their best for Fiorentina.

This controversial team was truly united, working hard for a common goal.

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Time was passing mercilessly. The fourth official held up the sign for stoppage time, which was four minutes due to Zhang Jun's injury just now. Both the home and away fans booed this decision. Four minutes was too short for them.

News came from another stadium that the game between Parma and Brescia had just ended. Parma had successfully reversed the situation and defeated Brescia 4:2 at home. In this way, as long as Fiorentina defeated AC Milan, they would not need to play in the play-offs, and would directly avoid relegation.

The Fiorentina fans began to shout: "Parma 4:2 Brescia!" to tell the Fiorentina players on the field that as long as they won, they would continue to stay in Serie A.

A minute later, the game between Inter Milan and Bologna also ended. Inter Milan defeated Bologna 2:1. The Meazza Stadium was silent after a brief cheer. Everyone was waiting for news from Stadio Artemio Franchi.

Li Yongle was sitting on the field, looking up at the sky, listening to the commentators relay the game to them. Judging from the relay, the two teams were still entangled together, with attacks and defenses on both sides. If the score of 2:2 was maintained until the end of the game, Inter Milan would win the championship with a one-point advantage, but Fiorentina's prospects would not be good.

He still hoped that Fiorentina would defeat AC Milan, so that everyone would be happy.

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With one minute left until the end of the game, Fiorentina attacked. Jørgensen's cross was blocked out of the sideline by Stam. He jogged over to get the ball, and then quickly threw it to Miccoli, who came up to respond. They couldn't waste any time.

Yang Pan went up to mark him closely.

Miccoli pushed the ball back, and then turned around abruptly. He relied on his speed to forcibly overtake! He was past!

Everyone, whether on the scene, in front of the TV, or in the Meazza, stood up.

Miccoli knew how fast Yang Pan was. He didn't dare to take it too far, and directly passed the ball into the penalty area. The football had just gone out, and Yang Pan's foot came up, only a little bit short.

Zhang Jun rushed towards the ball, while Nesta followed him closely, and his hands didn't stop, pulling Zhang Jun's clothes and pulling him back. He knew that Zhang Jun would not fall to the ground because of this pull. As long as he didn't fake a fall to cheat for a penalty, then he would have no chance for this ball.

Dida jumped out to block the angle. This was a fast and tricky low shot, and Stam in front didn't reach it and missed it.

Nesta used more force, and simply knocked Zhang Jun over, anyway, he wouldn't apply for a penalty. Nesta thought like this.

Zhang Jun only felt his body falling backwards, but he didn't want to give up. He grabbed Nesta with one hand, not letting him rush in front of him, and kept his balance with the other hand, stretching his body out, and then swung his right foot towards the football!

Nesta no longer held back, using all his strength in his hands, completely pulling Zhang Jun down, while at the same time kicking his foot towards the football, not kicking it out, but also interfering with him. But at this moment, Zhang Jun's right toe still touched the football. He desperately kicked it, and the football went through Dida's legs, who jumped up reflexively!

Nutmegged again!

Then the football rolled into the goal, without any suspense...Gattuso's return to defense only kicked the football into the net, without changing the outcome.

"gooAL!! gooAL!! gooAL!! gooAL!! gooAL!! gooAL!! gooAL!! gooAL!! goooooooooooooooooooAL——!!!" Fiorentina's on-site commentator jumped up from his seat. He stepped on the broadcasting table with one foot, raised his hands and pointed to the sky, and kept shouting "goAL" and raising his arms and shouting!

The Stadio Artemio Franchi suddenly had only one voice: "Long live! Zhang Jun!! Long live! Fiorentina!!"

Zhang Jun had just gotten up from the ground, but before he could run a few steps, he was pounced on the ground by Miccoli. This time, the two of them were sincerely hugging each other. Subsequently, more and more teammates pressed over.

At that moment, even the camera on the side of the field was shaking. All the Fiorentina people jumped up and hugged the people around them tightly, regardless of whether they knew each other or not, and regardless of the difference between men and women.

In this crazy cheering, Di Livio knelt on the sidelines, and he murmured: "Good kid, you gave me such a perfect farewell game..."

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On the other side, the Meazza Stadium was so quiet that only one voice could be heard: "AgoAL!! AgoAL!! AgoAL!! AgoAL!! AgoAL!! AgoAL!! AgoAL!! AgoAL!! AgoAL——!!! They scored! No. 11 Zhang Jun! They are leading AC Milan! This is the goal at the last moment! They are bound to win! Fiorentina avoided relegation! We are the champions! We are the champions!!"

The Bologna players, who had been waiting on the sidelines with a glimmer of hope, were completely disappointed. And the Inter Milan players and fans jumped up in ecstasy.

Li Yongle was even lifted up by Adriano and Zanetti. He was the best player of the game, and deserved to enjoy such treatment.

"We are the champions!! We are the champions!! We are the champions!! We are the champions..." The Inter Milan announcer was still shouting. His voice was already choked with emotion. It had been eighteen years! They finally won a league championship.

Tribute to all those who had worked hard and