The second defender who followed Zhang Jun with all his might did not expect that Zhang Jun could avoid his oncoming teammates at such a close distance. Instead, he was not prepared enough and collided with his shocked teammates head-on.

The two fell to the ground with a bang...

Zhang Jun successfully made a breakthrough!

Zhang Jun entered the penalty area like a dragon in water, which could make huge waves. He gently pulled the ball into the inside, and then without waiting for the opponent's goalkeeper to attack, he then shot with a powerful shot!

The football was sticking to the grass, against the goalkeeper's toes, against the goal post, and drew a very obvious arc and quickly rolled into Chiwo's goal...

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL-!!!" The commentator of Sky TV roared suddenly. In fact, he was accumulating strength when Zhang Jun broke through the last line of defense, so his voice was particularly long. "Thirty! Thirty! Let's remember this number! Remember today's day! On May 17, 2008, forty-nine years later, another shooter who scored thirty goals in a single season was born!"

Now even the booing of Chevo fans could not hide the cheers of Fiorentine fans: "Long live! Zhang Jun! Long live! Florence!!" Listen to the deafening roar, even the Fiorentine bench shouted like this.

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"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL-!!! Thirty! Thirty! Let's remember this number! Remember today's day! On May 17, 2008, a full 49 years later, another scorer who scored thirty goals in a single season was born!"

The players on the bench shouted excitedly at Zhang Jun's figure: "Good! Captain! They can't stop you!!"

"Give them some good looks!!"

Zhang Jun originally wanted to run to the coach's seat and Sabato to celebrate, but as soon as he raised his hands and was about to start the run, he was surrounded by teammates.

They shouted to Zhang Jun like crazy: "Thirty! Thirty! Boss... you are too fierce!"

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There is a horizontal LCD screen on the stand on the second floor of San Siro Stadium, which is often used to play other games' scores and goals scorers, allowing fans watching the game at San Siro Stadium to understand the latest situation of other games without watching TV, and also let the team know what situation they are in.

This time, the following subtitles scrolled from this display:

Chievo1:1Fiorentina, Zhangjun37’.

This ordinary game report made San Siro's stands in an uproar.

Because everyone knows that Zhang Jun completed his 30th league goal this season.

Galliani has only one idea now, which is to strangle Ancelotti, who has left. He swore to himself that the Chinese striker who never participates in defense has no future and Gilardino can completely replace him. But now, this kid has scored thirty league goals, and he has become the best scorer in Serie A in half a century!

Berlusconi, who was sitting next to Galliani, just sighed: "Let him go is the stupidest decision I have ever made in my life..."

Even the players on the field have noticed this message because it stays on the display for surprisingly long.

"Thirty?" Kaka asked in surprise, looking up at the display screen.

Yang Pan nodded: "Well. That boy did it...Pratini, Maradona, Mazzola, Van Basten, Shepchenko, Batistuta...what they did not do, let him do it."

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When Adriano learned the news, he had already had an intermission. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Li Yongle who told him the news: "Is this true? He has really scored the 30th goal?"

Li Yongle nodded.

Adriano sat in the chair weakly, holding a sweat-wiping towel in his hand, muttering to himself: "I gave up, don't compete with him for the best scorer..."

Li Yongle looked at Adriano and felt that the Brazilian was a little pitiful. In the first half, he looked for opportunities like crazy and scored a goal because Zhang Jun was in front of him. He wanted to catch up with Zhang Jun. But now he lost his fighting spirit. Maybe he found it was too difficult to catch up with Zhang Jun?

This season, the Serie A scorer list has changed a lot compared to before: the top few places scored a lot. Adriano is now second in the scorer list, but his 26 goals scored, and he can definitely win the best scorer in any previous season, but in this season, he can only finish second.

The situation is now created by the unyielding situation between the Sagittarius.

If you can make the main striker of the Brazilian national team say such despairing words, Zhang Jun, you are indeed the biggest monster...

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The locker room in Fiorentina has been very noisy and people have been in a state of excitement. Zhang Jun's goal makes them feel that a season of hard work has paid off.

"Zhang, I'm sure your name will be written in the history of Serie A. The information column for this season will be written like this: Top scorer Zhang Jun (30)." Tony patted Zhang Jun's head and said to him.

Zhang Jun just laughed stupidly: "No, this is all your credit. If it weren't for your selfless assistance, then I wouldn't be able to..."

"No, you're wrong, Zhang. No matter how beautiful our passes are, we have to shoot the ball in, right?" Jorgensen shook his head and interrupted Zhang Jun's self-mood, "What does the striker do? He just shoots the ball into the goal. You can score thirty goals in a season, which is the result of your own efforts."

"It's right to say that...but I still have to thank you. Really, I don't mean to be modest. Although you all know that Chinese people are modest... But I really want to thank you this time, thank you everyone who passes the ball, thank you Luca (Tony) and Ji'an Paul (Pazini) who selflessly attract opponent defenders for me, thank you coaches, thank you all. Without you, I wouldn't have scored so many goals, and without you, Fiorentina would not have scored next season's UEFA Champions League qualifiers. Some people came here last summer

, but all of you regard Fiorentina as your team and are working hard, whether it is playing the main or the substitute, everyone is working hard. I really like this team, I want to play football with you..." Zhang Jun said as he said, the locker room became quiet, and everyone was listening to Zhang Jun's impromptu speeches. No, it was not impromptu speeches, but Zhang Jun's heartfelt words. He always wanted to say something but had no chance to say. Fiorentina in last season could not give him this feeling. Fiorentina this season deserves his desperate efforts.

"Next season, let's go to Europe and let everyone see what kind of team we are in Fiorentina!"

"Yes! Go to Europe together! Defeat all the teams that dare to stop us!" Xiang Tao shouted with Zhang Jun. He had already made a decision. As soon as the season ended, Sister Hua would talk about transfers with Fiorentina. He liked this place, the coaches here, the players here, just like Zhang Jun, the team.

"Oh - European Champions League! European Champions League!" The others also yelled, and even Cru, who was slightly silent, raised his arms.

Sabato stood outside the closed door, and smiled at Dilivio next to him: "The sound insulation effect of this stadium's locker room is not very good... Angelo, you are right, Zhang Jun is a very excellent captain."

Dilivio smiled hoarsely: "After being the captain of a season, Zhang Jun has changed a lot and learned a lot. I think this is my happiest thing, and it is happier than seeing him score thirty goals."

"I'm also talking about it. Who shouted the most fiercely when he scored the goal just now? Who was the one who shouted hoarsely in his voice?"

The goalkeeper coach Buso, behind them, looked at Sabato's back and fell into deep thought.

When he first saw Sabato, Sabato stood at the door of the locker room and said the same thing to him. Then he kicked open the door of the locker room, but unexpectedly kicked out the bright future of Florence.

This group of players with different personalities should indeed have a coach with stronger personalities than them to lead the way.

Although the media only have these players and Sabato in their eyes, and few of the members of their coaching staff will remember their names, Buso is willing to do so because they have an excellent head coach. The team they work hard to build is the best team in Serie A this season, and even without a championship, it is the best team - the best team in their minds.

The sound insulation effect of this locker room is indeed not good. In the Chevo locker room next door, they can clearly hear the cheers coming from Florence.

Everyone was silent, and they must be very upset because their opponents celebrated on their territory and were celebrating in advance. This situation was like the European Cup final of a certain year. They vowed to give Fiorentina a little color in the second half.

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There is always a gap between ideals and reality. This is an unbreakable truth.

Ideals are always beautiful, and reality is always cruel. This is also an unbreakable truth.

From the above two subverted truths, the following conclusions are drawn:

The strong gap in strength cannot be compensated by momentum or fighting spirit.

Chiwo worked very hard, they were full of momentum, they were full of fighting spirit, and they were willing to defend their home court to the death. But the gap in strength between them and Fiorentina is too big. Currently, Fiorentina is no longer the down-and-out nobles last season, they are new forces that can compete with the three northern top three in Serie A.

"GOAL!GOAL!GOAL!GOAL!GOAL!GOAL!GOAL!GOAL!GOAL!GOAL!GOAL!GOOOOOAL—!! Angi Paul Pazini! This time it was Zhang Jun's assist!! Fiorentina led just eleven minutes from the second half! This is the gap! The gap in strength! Fiorentina is indeed very strong, very... strong!"

Pazini was very excited. He didn't expect that Zhang Jun would pass the ball to him just now. He ran to that place purely because of the instinct of the striker. In fact, just now, with Zhang Jun's shooting skills, he had to shoot directly by himself, and there was no possibility of scoring a goal. But Zhang Jun glanced at it and passed the ball out. All the actions Pazini wanted to do was stretch out his right leg and block the football, and the football changed its line and entered the net.

Zhang Jun hugged Pazini, who was excited and jumping, and said: "I am thanking you for your selfless help, Ji'an Paul..."

Watching the Fiorentine players celebrate in front of themselves, Chivo's head coach Piron was ashamed. Fiorentina led his team 2:1. Although this is a game that has nothing to do with the rankings of both sides, as a team, losing the game is always unsatisfactory, let alone losing at home.

After conceding the ball, Chivo counterattacked with all his might, but the gap between them and Fiorentina was too obvious. There was a lack of a person like Zhang Jun who could make a final decision in the offense. Even if he created an opportunity, no one could seize it.

On the contrary, although Florence did not have the upper hand in the scene, because of its good attackers like Zhang Jun, Pazini, Cru, Gasbalone and Jorgensen, they can always threaten Chiwo's defense, leaving them with no time to attack with all their might.

Sabato sat in the coach's seat to watch the show.

The commentator was still raving about Zhang Jun's goal figure. This topic has been talked about countless times by him, but no one would get bored. Everyone - except Chewo's fans - saw that the result of this game was no longer suspense. The key is whether Zhang Jun can score a few goals, whether he can feel at ease after scoring thirty goals, or continue to score goals, and strive to set a new record. "Zhang Jun currently passes more than shots, and I don't know what he thinks. But I still hope to see him score."

The commentator didn't know, but Li Yan knew very well. He thought that according to Zhang Jun's own personality, he must have wanted to repay his teammates who have always supported him and helped him. But... Now is not the time to be grateful. Zhang Jun, the game is not over yet, and your goal should not be stopped. As long as you can score, don't give up.

I also want to see you score.

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Zhang Jun passed the ball to Krue, hoping that he would score by himself. But Krue stubbornly passed it back.

Helplessly, he had to pass it to Gasbalone, "Hey, Kru, what are you doing? You have so few goals this season..."

"No." Crew shook his head, "I want to see you score."

Gas Baroni took two steps and passed the football to Zhang Jun.

"Andre!"

"Don't be stupid, the captain, I think the Fiorentine fans here don't want to see your assists!"

The Chievo player next to him was smoking after listening to this conversation: What do you think of us? Doesn’t it exist? He just blatantly discusses this topic in front of us! Is it too much to deceive others?

One of them saw that Zhang Jun seemed to be talking to his teammates, forgot to deal with the football under his feet, and rushed over and broke the ball with his little feet.

But although Zhang Jun turned his back to him, he seemed to have eyes behind him. He stepped forward and pushed the defender who came to intercept the ball with one hand. He tweaked the football with his left foot and turned around. He was very fast, and he only took two steps horizontally and then threw away the defender who came to defend him.

"Idiot! One person can't defend himself! Go up two more!"

Zhang Jun rushed towards the two defenders who were defending him, but then knocked the ball to Krue behind him with his heels.

But this time it was definitely not an assist to Krue score.

Cru took a look at Chewo's defensive position, then rubbed his left foot and picked up the football. The football passed over everyone's heads and landed behind the Chewo defenders.

Zhang Jun happened to kill from the defender at this time. As soon as the goalkeeper attacked, he saw that the ghost-like striker had already arrived in front of the football.

The goalkeeper, who had no time to save the ball, jumped up and raised his hands high, and he wanted to block Zhang Jun's shot.

Zhang Jun did raise his foot, but he didn't plan to ejaculate.

He saw that the goalkeeper jumped so high, covering up the sun, and knew that if he shot, he might not be able to pass through this person's defense.

He raised his right leg high in the air, and suddenly turned into a buckle, buckle the football downward!

"Beautiful!" The commentator couldn't help but shouted out, and many people shouted out.

What makes many people shout about beautiful spikes is that they directly detonate a football in the air, but they did not make the football bounce again. The football obediently stuck it directly on the turf and honestly.
To be continued...