"Yes! It's sgoooooooooooooooooooool!!!" ESPN's commentator shouted in English. "Exquisite goal! Raul Gonzalez! Real Madrid! They are now leading the home team Fiorentina 1-0! This is a gold away goal!"

"There is only one Raul! We witnessed this again at the Frankie Stadium, and the whole of Fiorentina became his foil! He is the best scorer in the history of the European Champions League! Never give up... Raul Gonzalez!"

In the corner of the stands on the west side of the Frankie Stadium, Real Madrid fans cheered loudly. As opponents, Fiorentine fans rarely booed. Perhaps they were all stunned by Raul's "impossible" goal and did not know what to perform.

Raul jumped up from the ground, kissed the wedding ring on his hand in a signature style, and then opened his arms to hug and celebrate with his teammates.

Zhang Jun was so happy to see Real Madrid players near the center circle, and felt uncomfortable. In the European Champions League, a away goal means unlimited possibilities. Many strong teams can be unexpectedly eliminated by some teams that are not popular, most of them are because of "away goals". What's more, the strength comparison between Fiorentina and Real Madrid is not that Fiorentina is strong, while Real Madrid is weak.

How can a team like Real Madrid score a away goal? Then when it comes to Real Madrid's home court, at the Bernabeu Stadium, it is extremely difficult to score away goals and curb Real Madrid's offense.

How did it become like this? If Fiorentina wants to advance to the next round, then the team will win no matter what, and it will also widen the score gap.

Zhang Jun looked at the big screen and the game lasted twenty-three minutes. They had to score at least two goals within 67 minutes. Although Real Madrid's defense is not very good, their offensive pressure is really strong, and it is difficult to achieve this.

"Zhang Jun! Zhang Jun!!"

Zhang Jun heard Sabato calling him on the sidelines, and he ran to the sidelines. But Sabato immediately waved his hand and asked him to go back.

"Go back! kick off! Offense! Keep attacking! I want you to score goals!" Sabato shouted loudly while waving his arm. He led the team to the Champions League for the first time and would never be eliminated in the quarterfinals.

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After the re-telection, Fiorentina quickly came back from the goal conceding and launched a "revengeful" attack towards Real Madrid. Zhang Jun seemed particularly active, with him everywhere in front, back, left and right.

There is no way to be inactive. If you are not active, you will have no chance to score goals. Whether it is his chance or creating opportunities for others, he needs to keep running.

During the running, Zhang Jun received a pass from Duff, and then he accelerated and cut through Guti. Then he did not continue to dribble the ball or pass the ball to anyone, but suddenly shot directly. He shot a long shot at a distance twenty-five meters away from the goal!

Zhang Jun's bodies focus on accuracy and angle, so even if he had such a long shot, his strength was not very large and his speed was not very fast, which made Casillas take a lot of effort. He flew out wide and could not directly grab the football running towards the upper corner of the goal, so he had to use the most secure way - to lift the crossbar.

"Zhang Jun's sudden shot! Casillas dared not neglect and pushed the ball out of the crossbar! Fiorentina's corner kick."

Time is passing, but Fiorentina cannot find the best way to break through this goalkeeper.

Casillas is known for his accurate position, good at attacking and quick response. He is not very tall and has made great progress in receiving high-altitude balls. It can be said that Real Madrid's defense line is almost entirely supported by him, and his personal ability cannot be underestimated. Perhaps Fiorentina's offensive combination can tear open the back line of Real Madrid, but when facing the goalkeeper, it is a duel of personal skills. In this regard, Casillas is not inferior to anyone.

Taking advantage of the time when Hua Jin was hitting a corner kick, Cru grabbed Zhang Jun: "I can see that if you want to score, you must be able to pass the ball to the point where even the goalkeeper is powerless. Even if you have a single shot, he may save it. Casillas' ability to save a single shot is too terrifying."

Zhang Jun nodded in agreement, as well, the shooting effect may not be great when facing him directly. He has a deep understanding of this.

"But, what should I do?"

"You don't have to worry about this. If you take your position further, I will be responsible for passing the ball to you and Van Persie."

Zhang Jun patted Krue on the shoulder. His long-term partner made him trust Crue very much. As long as Crue said that he could pass it to him, he would definitely be able to do it. All he needed to do was wait, wait for the moment the pass came, and then shoot and score by himself, and never let down the pass behind him.

The corner kick was taken, causing chaos in Real Madrid's penalty area.

Van Persie shot, but hit his teammate Kyle and bounced out again. Baptista then tried to clear the ball, but was stabbed first by Mascherano and kicked himself in vain.

The football fell at Crue's feet by Mascherano. Crue is now on the edge of the penalty area, and there are not many people there. He has enough time to adjust and then depends on whether the situation is shooting or passing.

Zhang Jun saw Crue get the ball in front of the goal, and he remembered what Crue said to him just now: "Even the goalkeeper can do nothing to pass the ball."

What kind of pass is that?

He stared at Krue on the left side of the penalty area with all his attention.

"Go up and guard against him!" Casillas shouted, moving his body to a close angle, blocking Kru's shooting angle.

Kru glanced at the penalty area, and he saw Zhang Jun in the crowd at a glance, and he was looking at him.

Look good, Zhang Jun, I'm passing the ball!

"Cru suddenly raised his foot and shot! He didn't even adjust...the post! It's a pity...ah! Wait!" Don't wonder why the commentator was shocked, because everything that happened in front of the goal just now was indeed beyond his imagination.

Seeing that Klue was too footed, Zhang Jun thought he was going to pass the ball, so he quickly prepared, but saw Klue shoot directly, which made him unexpected.

What he didn't expect was still behind. Casillas expected Kru to shoot, so he blocked the near corner, but he did not expect Kru to hit the post. At that time, his body lost all the center of gravity to catch the ball. However, he did not expect the ball to enter his arms as he wished, but bounced towards the goal.

Just as Zhang Jun was stunned, he saw the football hitting the goal post and... then bounced towards him!

Zhang Jun didn't have more time to think about why the ball hitting the post was bounced in front of his goal without bias. He stretched his head with a conditioned reflex... a fish jumped to the top!

The football flew into the empty gate without any suspense, and Casillas had already fallen to the ground, facing his back, and was really powerless.

"Oh - Gooooooooooooooooooooooool!!! Fiorentina scored the equalizer in the chaos! They equalized the score at the end of the first half, which was really good for Fiorentina supporters!"

After scoring the goal, Zhang Jun did not celebrate his goal wildly as others thought, but instead lay on the ground and looked at the football in the net with some confusion.

Could this be what Kruy calls passing the goalkeeper powerlessly?

If this is true, it would be too exaggerated? A player can control the football to accurately hit the goal post, then control the angle and strength of its rebound, and then accurately deliver the ball to the place to be delivered... Zhang Jun remembered a video that Ronaldinho released for Nike sneakers before, which caused a stir at that time because Ronaldinho could shoot the football on the crossbar four times in a row, and then control them to accurately return to the range he could control again. Four times! At that time, he was amazed that it was not something that humans could do, and many people used it to doubt the authenticity of the video. Although Ronaldinho repeatedly insisted that it was his true level and it was nothing, many professional players believed that it was made by computers.

Could it be that... Cru also possesses incredible skills that are as terrifying as Ronaldo?

Although Zhang Jun never doubted how outstanding Kru's personal skills were, he could reach such a terrifying level... Zhang Jun really wanted to be glad that he had urged Kru to join the Chinese team. This person has the ability to change the game through his feet.

The teammates rushed towards him and pressed him under him. They didn't think so much as Zhang Jun thought, thinking that it was just an ordinary shot to hit the post, and then Zhang Jun followed up with a supplementary shot.

Only Zhang Jun was still staring at Kruy amid the crazy cheers of his teammates.

When running back to his half, Zhang Jun took the time to ask the question in his heart: "Hey, Kru... the ball just now was what you said was the pass that made the goalkeeper helpless?"

Unexpectedly, Cru shook his head: "No, that's luck."

"Luck?" Zhang Jun was surprised.

"Well, I originally planned to shoot in the far corner and keep the football to the point where Casillas could save, but I couldn't get it, so I let him hit the football in front of the goal, so you and Van Persie have a chance. Unexpectedly, when I shot, my left foot didn't turn over completely, so the football was a bit out of the way, but fortunately it hit the post. It was that simple."

Zhang Jun was stunned when he heard this, and he stopped. Even if his luck hit the door post, he could continue to bounce back in front of him, it would be a very powerful luck, right?

A pass also took the goalkeeper's reaction factor into consideration, and the time was only one second.

He always felt that Kru did it on purpose, not a part of luck.

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Zhang Jun thinks so much, but others don’t think so. In their eyes, Zhang Jun’s goal just now was because of his good luck, and it was definitely not a director of Kru.

After Fiorentina tied the score, it should have taken advantage of the situation to pursue and make a concerted effort to overtake the score again. However, the whistle of the intermission sounded very inappropriate.

The halftime break is not a good thing for the team with the leading momentum, because after fifteen minutes of rest, the body cooled down and the momentum disappeared. The Fiorentine players also felt that they had just raised their energy, but suddenly there was no place to vent, so they had to walk off the court with their heads down one by one.

When Zhang Jun left the court, he noticed that Raul was beside him. Raul found that Zhang Jun was looking at him, so he smiled politely at Zhang Jun. He couldn't tell at all that they were fighting to the death on the court just now. Others smiled at him, and Zhang Jun was embarrassed not to give him a gift, so he laughed back.

Because the score is a draw, the mood of both sides is still normal.

Unexpectedly, Raul suddenly said something to Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun didn't hear it clearly at once, and he didn't know if Raul spoke Spanish or other languages.

When Raul saw Zhang Jun's confused expression, he understood. He pointed at his jersey and Zhang Jun's jersey.

Zhang Jun now understood: It turned out that his idol was going to exchange jerseys with him!

Without saying a word, he quickly took off his purple jersey covered in sweat and soil and handed it to Raul.

Unexpectedly, it was Raul's turn to be surprised, but soon Raul took off his Real Madrid jersey and handed it to Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun didn't expect that Raul would take the initiative to exchange jerseys with him. He quickly bowed to Raul and said "Thank you" in English.

The whole world knows this word, and he thinks Raul should have understood it, because Raul smiled at him with his jersey and waved goodbye.

Zhang Jun, who pushed open the locker room door, was naked and holding the Real Madrid jersey that was kneaded into a ball. Xiang Tao was a little surprised: "Huh? Zhang Jun, where is your jersey?"

Zhang Jun pointed to the jersey in his hand: "I just exchanged jerseys with Raul outside."

"Wow! I'll exchange jerseys before the game ends? And I'll exchange jerseys with Raul..." Xiang Tao sighed, "It's a pity that Carlos is gone, otherwise I would really want to exchange jerseys with him. Forget it, I'll exchange jerseys with Beckham."

"Don't talk nonsense, Xiang Tao! Real Madrid's No. 23 jersey is mine." The person who spoke was Zhang Jun's partner, Van Persie.

"Don't fight, I've booked Beckham's jersey." Uyfalusi said proudly, "My little daughter likes him, so she must let me get his jersey. Although I don't have much interest in him..."

"If you are interested, you have a problem!" Xiang Tao was upset when he saw Uyfalusi's proud face.

"..." Zhang Jun looked at the chaotic scene and was speechless.

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Raul looked at the jersey in his hand. He thought the Chinese striker was very interesting. He just hoped that after the game, no matter what the results were, the two of them could exchange jerseys. Unexpectedly, the other party was so anxious that he had to change it at that time. Seeing him take off the jersey and hand it in front of him, it would be better if he didn't answer.

How could this look like the best player in Italy? He is clearly a star-chasing little fan.

Raul laughed, then pushed open the door to the locker room.

"Rauer, why are you here now?" Guti stood at the door waiting for him.

"I just exchanged jerseys with the opponent's No. 11 outside, which took a little time."

"That Chinese striker... Zhang Jun?"

"Well. It is said that he regards me as an idol among active players, haha." Raul put Zhang Jun's jersey in his cabinet, then took out the new jersey and replaced it.

"We are still opponents, why did you exchange jerseys at halftime?" Guti was puzzled.

"I originally wanted to tell him to change it after the game, but he didn't expect that he took off his clothes and handed it to me in a very anxious way. How could you say I don't accept it?" Raul shrugged.

Guti touched his chin and looked at the ceiling: "He is such a very interesting person."

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The locker room in Fiorentina is still at the end of the game, and when the fierce battle is launched for whom Beckham's jersey is to be held, Sabato pushed the goal and came in.

"Stop messing around, let's hurry up and arrange the tactical arrangements for the second half. The great thing in the first half was that we equalized the score at the end." Sabato knocked on the tactical board and signaled everyone to calm down. "But this fucking halftime is really not the time to come!" Sabato rarely swears like this now. Maybe he had been holding it in for a long time. This time, two "fucking" popped up in one sentence. Below, the audience's Fiorentine players were immediately excited, and they knew that the second half was coming.
To be continued...