Yang Pan put his hands on his hips and looked helplessly at the Fiorentine player in celebration. He was led by the away team at home. Could it be that Fiorentine is really Milan's nemesis?

And what he couldn't imagine was that this free kick was not scored by Zhang Jun, but Donadal, and he took the initiative to give it to Donadal.

Hello, Zhang Jun, today is Sophie's birthday. You should be more eager to score goals than anyone else. Now that you give up so easily, do you think AC Milan's goal is so easy to score?

If you really think this way, don’t blame me for disturbing Sophie’s birthday!

Kaka touched Yang Pan: "I don't think that's Zhang Jun."

"Are you confused by anger?" Yang Pan asked back in anger.

"No, I think Zhang Jun, who has become the captain, is like a different person. Can't you see this?"

Yang Pan recalled that Zhang Jun was indeed different from before and became more mature. He patted Kaka: "You are mature, you are twenty-five years old. If you are a little immature, you should kill him. Competition, competition, boss, we are behind! You have to think of some solutions."

"Damn! What can I do? We are so lucky today!"

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The game started over and Fiorentina took the lead, and they took the initiative on the court. Only then did they finally play their offensive characteristics.

But AC Milan was not just passively beaten. Florence did not pay attention to the defense when attacking, which gave them many opportunities to counterattack.

For a moment, the two sides fought against each other on the field, and the offense and defense were very fast. The wonderful breakthrough and shot set off waves of cheers in the stands.

As Basten said before the game, a great game requires the joint efforts of both sides. AC Milan and Fiorentina played a rare attack in the conservative Serie A.

Even the commentator didn't have time to close his mouth.

"...Shepchenko! He broke through...shot! slightly above the crossbar! What a pity!...Cru dribbled the ball in the midfield, his footwork was dazzling! So great! Gattuso and Pirlo couldn't grab it! Pass! Gasbaloni! Cross! Tony headed the ball! Just hit Dida's thoughts... In a blink of an eye, AC Milan attacked halftime. Kaka, Yang Pan, passed back Kaka, Shepchenko... to Karaze who was inserted in the back, cross! Kyle headed the ball to clear... Yang Pan! Direct shot!! Too straight! Frey caught the ball..."

Li Yan wiped his sweat, and the game was already forty minutes. The series of offense and defense conversions just now made everyone forget the time. He still feels his heartbeat very fast. This game is really a pleasure to watch, and it is many times better than other sleepy games in Serie A.

"AC Milan is still behind Fiorentina 0:1, and the visiting team Fiorentina is not at a disadvantage at all on the scene. You can't even tell that Fiorentina is the away team!"

Sabato was very proud, and this was the effect he wanted.

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Gas Baroni dribbled the ball on the wing and led 1:0 to relax. He saw Zhang Jun in front and was ready to pass the ball.

But suddenly someone rushed over from the side and tackled him to the ground. The ball was lost. Gasbalone shouted and signaled the referee to the opponent to commit a foul on the ball.

But the referee did not pay attention, but signaled the game to continue.

After Yang Pan tackled the ball, he got up and ran forward with the ball. He threw away Donadale, who was trying to intercept him with speed. Facing Xiang Tao, he knocked the ball forward and then accelerated to chase the ball.

But Xiang Tao was not slow either, so he was not thrown away by him.

"Hey! You're really hard to deal with!" Yang Pan said.

"That's it! It's called 'Bijia', Carlos' is..." Xiang Tao was boasting himself, but he saw Yang Pan whirling his feet to pass it, and he didn't even say anything, and quickly flew over to block it.

But Yang Pan used his right foot to knock the football back, then pushed his left foot, and deceived Xiang Tao.

What a good thing Xiang Tao, in this case, he forced himself to stop his body, then turned around and leaned forward with his hands and feet.

"Tsk!" Yang Pan didn't expect Xiang Tao to save back. He planned to break into the penalty area, but now he had to give up.

He protected the ball and poked the ball to Kaka in front of the penalty area.

Kaka faces Mascherano.

"Hey, this guy will be your opponent in Italy in the future." When Mascherano just transferred to Fiorentina, Yang Pan pointed to the photos in the newspaper and said to him. The media always put the two of them together to talk about it, because one is Brazil and the other represents Argentina. The grudges of football between two countries inevitably appear on two young people of the same age.

Kaka also knows that he will be the main midfielder of the Brazilian national team in the future, and Mascherano is also likely to be the main midfielder of the Argentina national team. They are indeed natural opponents.

Now, he must beat his opponents and win honors for himself and his team. Mascherano has just arrived in Italy and has been in his five years, and he has no reason to lose to a new arrival Argentine.

With a thought, Kaka looked at Mascherano in front of him. Because he was afraid of breaking through, he deliberately kept a distance. In terms of experience... After all, he is still an old master.

A smile appeared on the corner of Kaka's mouth, and then his upper body leaned forward. Mascherano thought Kaka really wanted to break through, so the center of gravity immediately moved to the back and was about to turn around and press on.

Kaka just made a fake move, and rolled the ball to the right with his right foot. Mascherano still thought it was a sign of a breakthrough, so he kept it firmly and waited for Kaka to come up a little more.

But after Kaka took a big step, he suddenly shot hard!

Mascherano was shocked and quickly reached out to block it, but he was too far from Kaka to block the football.

I can only hope for Frey behind me...

Frey was disturbed by the people in front of him. When he realized his reaction, he rushed to the football. The football drew a clear arc, bypassed Frey's hands, and almost penetrated into the goal against the inside of the goal post!

"GOOOOAL!!! Kaka! Kaka! Wonderful long shot! This is his second league goal this season! AC Milan equalized the score in the 44th minute of the first half!"

Yang Pan pounced at Kaka and shouted excitedly: "I knew you could do it!"

"Haha! I'm so lucky today!" Kaka smiled. "Thank God, you must have heard my complaint just now."

"Oh, hell!" Sabato kicked the Aquarius on the sidelines.

Basten just stood on the sidelines and applauded the field with a smile.

The San Siro Stadium burst into great cheers and applause.

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Mascherano sat on the ground and looked back at the football in the goal. He was deceived by Kaka just now and did not force him up at the first time.

Damn it! It's just that I'm a few years earlier than me, so how can there be such a big gap? Well, you Brazilian, don't think about scoring again!

"Shit! You can't defend against the breakthrough, you can't defend the pass!" Xiang Tao spat in depression.

The score in the first half was frozen at 1:1, and the two sides temporarily drew.

The Fiorentine players who returned to the locker room were a little depressed, and were dissatisfied with being tied in the end.

Dilivio is funny. A team who can tie the game with AC Milan in San Siro and lead the way and have the advantage in the field, should be very satisfied? But now Fiorentina is in the same tune as Sabato, and they are dissatisfied with goals and victory. They are very "greedy". They want to win after scoring goals, and want to win after winning.

This kind of "greed" is exactly what Fiorentina lacked in the past few years. Having spent time in the low-level league has already tempered the spirit and competitive spirit of this traditional strong team. Many Fiorentines even think that Fiorentina is at the mid-range level.

How can this work? In the past, Fiorentina's annual goal was to win the league.

Mascherano stood up: "Guys, it's my fault to concede the ball. I'm willing to take this responsibility. I couldn't watch the Brazilian, but I promise he won't have another chance in the second half."

Zhang Jun, who had not spoken, said, "Javier, it's not someone's fault to concede the ball, you don't have to blame yourself. It's just equalizing the score. We'll just score another goal in the second half."

"Yes! At worst, I can score another goal. If they dare to equalize, hey, I will score another one." Xiang Tao yelled, "Let's play with them to the end!"

"That's right! If you want to play in Milan, we will accompany you!" everyone replied.

Seeing that the atmosphere was right, Sabato knocked on the tactical board, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"Your performance in the first half... made me very satisfied. Although I lost a goal, just like Zhang said, we will win back in the second half. You must know that the runner-up last season is now being scrambled by us!" Sabato smiled, and his smile was really lewd.

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Basten looked calm, he was not as busy as Sabato said.

AC Milan's locker room was as calm as their head coach.

"You did not do badly in the first half. Although Fiorentina scored one goal first, we equalized the score. But I still want to remind you a number: we shot a total of nineteen shots in the first half, but we only scored one, which was too low efficiency. Why are strong teams strong teams? It's because they can seize the opportunity they should seize. This is our home court, and victory is my only requirement for you. Do it well, the second half."

Basten's tone did not change much, but AC Milan players could hear it. In fact, the head coach was very upset.

Because Zhang Jun, Basten seemed to care about the result of the game. He wanted Zhang Jun to see that he had a more promising future in Milan than in Fiorentina.

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After the second half started again, the two sides still fought against each other and refused to give in.

Zhang Jun got some opportunities, but when his teammates were better than him, he would always pass it without hesitation. He seemed to have forgotten that today was Sophie's birthday, and there were only teams and games in his mind.

He was not in a hurry, but someone was in a hurry for him.

After Zhang Jun passed the ball to Tony and the latter hit high, Cruel grabbed him: "You could shoot directly just now. Although the position was a bit off, your shooting skills were not so bad that you didn't even have confidence here, right?"

Zhang Jun smiled: "Tony's position is better than mine, so it's normal for me to pass it to him?"

"With that being said, didn't you say you wanted to score a goal for Sophie today?"

Zhang Jun patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, it's mine, and I won't give it to anyone else."

As the second striker behind, Zhang Jun is a little difficult for the defenders to defend him, and he cannot play man-to-man defense, which gives Zhang Jun the chance to get the ball. But AC Milan's defense is really tight. It is impossible for him to imagine that he would break through several people in a row in the first half, like in the first half.

Fiorentina's offense was blocked, AC Milan was not much better, the situation on the field was a bit chaotic, both sides were looking for opportunities and then trying to seize these opportunities.

Since both sides are fighting each other, there should be many opportunities, so it depends on who will seize it first.

Pirlo planned to go to the middle, but was forced back by Donadale. Donadale, who scored a goal today, was in good shape. He did a good job in both offense and defense.

Seeing that there was no chance, Pirlo transferred the ball to Kaka.

Kaka once again has one-on-one with Mascherano, which is a duel between Brazil and Argentina. In recent years, Brazil's young players have surpassed Argentine players in terms of quantity and quality. They want to know whether Mascherano can win the apology for the younger generation of Argentina.

Kaka dribbled forward, Mascherano followed closely, with some small movements in his hands, Kaka was not polite. The two of them were entangled all the way.

Yang Pan plugged in from the side highway and raised his hand to ask for the ball. It was obvious that everyone saw it.

Mascherano also saw it. Seeing that Kaka had the intention of passing the ball, he quickly grabbed Kaka's jersey with one hand, and then put his foot on his feet to tackle the ball.

Unexpectedly, Kaka looked at Yang Pan's running position and was also very familiar with the football under his feet. He felt that Mascherano's hand tightened and knew that the boy was going to tackle. He quickly wrapped the football with his right foot, then gently knocked behind him, and stopped at the same time.

Mascherano has been empty!
To be continued...