When this news spread throughout the world, all the rumors about his transfer disappeared without a trace, and even Florentino had no choice. If he insisted on buying Zhang Jun, he would have to pay a penalty of 280 million euros first. This price was something that Real Madrid could not afford and was unwilling to bear.

After playing the league, Zhang Jun, who signed a new contract, is about to face an important match in the Champions League. They will go to Madrid, Spain to challenge Real Madrid away. This game is related to whether they can go further in the Champions League.

"We must defeat Real Madrid! We will defeat them at their home court!" This is not the nonsense of the crazy man Sabato, but what Zhang Jun said to the reporters before boarding the plane, and what the whole Fiorentina team wants to say.

Sabato was abnormal this time and did not express any opinions on the upcoming game. Because this game was too important, he did not have the leisure to talk to Real Madrid people now.

Fiorentina beat Real Madrid with just one goal at home, which made their away game very dangerous. From Fiorentina to Madrid, he was thinking about how to play this game, whether to use Italy's representative defensive counterattack or Spanish-style attack?

Defensive counterattack is a little safer, but who can guarantee that he can defend against Real Madrid's offense without conceding a goal in 90 minutes?

Sabato thought to shake his head. He couldn't guarantee it, and the players definitely couldn't guarantee it either.

What about the offense? Fight against Real Madrid? Well... The idea of ​​playing against Real Madrid at home is really crazy.

Sabato touched his chin, as if he was a little moved. His heart was filled with all kinds of crazy thoughts.

He turned his head to look at the players who were doing their own things on the seats around him, and suddenly grinned. He knew what to do.

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Florence arrived in Madrid a day early and put his luggage in the hotel. The whole team rushed to adapt to the venue.

Zhang Jun is not unfamiliar with the Bernabeu, and the other two Chinese players are the same. And Joaquin is even more unfamiliar with him. He even knows where the public bathrooms of the Bernabeu are.

As for the giant stadium that can accommodate more than 80,000 people, Frankie's stadium that can accommodate more than 30,000 people is just a small one.

Gasbalone stood in the middle of the court, looked up at the high stand, and smacked his lips: "Can the person sitting at the top still see us playing football?"

The training to adapt to the venue is very simple, it is to warm up, do a set of set pieces drills, and then play a twenty-minute practice game. After doing this, Sabato asked the whole team to adapt to the locker room.

The Fiorentine players who entered the locker room were even more amazed at Real Madrid's giant-level locker room.

Even the bathroom has a small round artificial "fountain". Sitting on the edge of the pool, you can feel the blisters sprayed from below.

Sabato had to whisper loudly to interrupt the players' interest in visiting, and he now has to arrange the tactics for tomorrow's game.

"I don't think I need to introduce it anymore. The media has been hyped these days, and you must have all know what the current situation is. Tomorrow's game is very important to us. We only lead Real Madrid by one goal." Sabato stretched out his right index finger and shook it. "This advantage is negligible. You play this game as 0:0, oh...no! Play it as if we were one goal behind."

Hearing what he said, the players below looked at each other, wondering what Sabato was thinking.

Sabato was very satisfied with the players' performance, and he smiled: "Because... we will play against Real Madrid tomorrow."

Everyone was stunned!

At the Bernabeu and Real Madrid, there are not many teams in the world who have the courage to play against this!

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The next day, it was still this locker room. Sabato was shouting at his men like a madman: "You must remember! We are one goal behind now! One goal behind! If we don't attack with all our strength, we will definitely lose! Only by attacking, attacking, and attacking again! We have hope of advancing through Real Madrid's goal! You must think so! You can't defend to the death, we can only have one way to attack! Those who dare to stop our attack... will kill them!"

Sabato is now like a wizard from Africa and South America, showing his heartfelt hints to his players, hypnotizing his team, making them think from the bottom of their heart that they are now one goal behind and then they have to attack to win.

Zhang Jun thought no wonder the locker room of the professional team is a penalty area for the outside world. Florence is probably even more so. Otherwise, if outsiders see this scene, they will probably be scared to death. They thought Florence had hired a mentally ill patient to coach.

Xiang Tao was very adapted to Sabato's mentally ill performance. He jumped up and howled like Sabato, "Yes! Use attack to knock Real Madrid down! After they beat them, they all had to take a detour! Isn't it just a comparison of the number of goals? What a big deal! Fiorentina has never been afraid of anyone!!"

Sabato applauded Xiang Tao like an enthusiastic audience: "It's great! You should learn from Xiang Tao and show off your momentum! Kru! What face are you covering?"

Zhang Jun, who was sitting next to Kru, heard Kru cover his face and mutter, "It's so embarrassing..."

He couldn't help laughing. The originally tense atmosphere made Sabato and Xiang Tao go uncovered.

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The atmosphere at the Bernabeu is warm. For the visiting team, such a high stand and the deafening noise are as if the high stands will be pressed against you at any time, and the pressure is very high.

But Florence has not felt much pressure now. Their pressure has been resolved by Sabato and Xiang Tao's acting like a trick. Now they only want to laugh when they think of their expressions, and they will never think of pressure or tension.

When he was shook hands and exchanged team flags before the game, Zhang Jun saw Raul's smile again, but he understood that as long as the whistle sounded, the smile would turn into infinite fighting spirit and become his enemy. He dared not be careless at all.

In this game, Luxenberg made a change, allowing Ronaldo, who played as a substitute in the last round to start, obviously trying to score more goals. Because Ronaldo's last goal kick was more accurate and efficient than Robinho, he was more experienced in this life-and-death battle.

In fact, Sabato's words should be put in Real Madrid's locker room, because they are really one goal behind and there is no other way except to attack. So when the referee blew the kick-off whistle, Real Madrid relied on the advantage of serving to launch a storm-like offensive against Fiorentina's goal.

Everyone thought Fiorentina would choose to stick to the start and then seek opportunities.

But unexpectedly, Fiorentina had no intention of defending, that is, when Real Madrid attacked halftime, Zhang Jun, Crew, and Van Persie were still in the frontcourt.

When Real Madrid's first wave of offensives passed, it was Florence's turn to attack.

Frey drove the ball to the front court with big feet. Although Cru in the middle was tall, he was not good at heading the ball to compete for the top. So he did not run to the landing point. This ball was Zhang Jun retreating and competing for the top.

Zhang Jun and the opponent's Pablo Garcia took off at the same time, but he was a little higher than Garcia, so he scored a header, and at the same time he pushed the ball towards Cru.

The rest of the work was left to Krue, and he turned around and ran forward.

Garcia rushed to Cru, and Cru protected the ball in front of him and continued to dribble the ball. Garcia pushed and pulled from behind, trying to stop Cru from breaking through. But no matter how hard he tried, Cru did not fall, just like a tumbler. He pushed forward and Cru's body was forward, and the football was still under his feet. He pulled back with force, and Cru's body leaning against Garcia himself, and the football was still under his feet.

When he was anxious, Garcia simply tackled the ball, but Cruy gently touched the ball to the side and he shoveled it again.

Krue, who got rid of Garcia, continued to dribble the ball. This time Guti came up to defend him. Guti was not so polite and directly hit him. He hoped to knock Krue away and then break the football down.

But the moment Guti hit him, Cru jumped to the side and flashed over. The football continued to roll forward. Cru jumped away and immediately cut across and blocked Guti behind him again. Guti had no choice but to do anything to him.

This time it was Ramos coming up, and he tackled quickly. Krue just picked the football and crossed Ramos. But this time his steps were disrupted and he was hit by three people in a row. Only when he was not confused would there be a ghost.

"This is a good opportunity! Cut him!" Guti yelled, and Garcia chased after him again. He grabbed Kru from behind and prevented him from continuing to break through.

Cru staggered and poked the football forward...

Everyone's eyes were firmly attracted by Kruy, and no one noticed Joaquin's high-speed follow-up, so when Kruy unexpectedly poked the ball to Joaquin, the Bernabeu exclaimed.

Joaquin is an old acquaintance of the Bernabeu. For a while, he was still very close to Real Madrid. So the fans of the Bernabeu know how powerful this No. 7 in Fiorentina is.

Krew's pass was very wonderful because he did not pass directly to Joaquin's feet, but in front of him, allowing him to get the ball directly without slowing down. For a very fast winger, there is no more comfortable pass than this.

Raul Bravo turned around and forced Joaquin to force him. He could only force Joaquin, who could not reduce his speed, out of the bottom line.

However, Joaquin did not intend to continue to break through. He directly passed the ball into the penalty area, with the gap behind Raul Bravo!

Van Persie suddenly appeared there, Woodgate rushed towards him, and Casillas moved quickly to the near corner, preparing to block Van Persie's shooting angle.

They seemed to have forgotten someone...

Van Persie did not shoot, but suddenly pushed the ball across the middle with his right foot, and a purple figure shook.

"Zhang Jun shot!"

It was impossible for Casillas to rush back. He watched the football hit the inside of the far post and bounced into the goal...

Sisinho fell behind Zhang Jun. He wanted to stretch out his foot to shovel in advance, but he was still one step late. He looked at the football on the ground in pain, why didn't he think of Zhang Jun earlier?

The coach clearly said that he should pay special attention to Zhang Jun... It was all that Krue, and everyone's attention was attracted by him. A person's stumbling breakthrough actually disrupted Real Madrid's entire defense line!

Zhang Jun rushed to the corner flag excitedly. He actually did Bati's signature move for semester. He stood there with the corner flag and looked around the entire Bernabeu.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!! The goal is scored! Real Madrid has expanded the score gap to 3:1! And more importantly, they also have an away goal! The goal was scored so quickly, and the game only started for seven minutes. This is probably something that many people did not expect before the game! Fiorentina showed their strong offensive firepower at Real Madrid's home court! It instantly changed the direction of this game!"

The entire Bernabeu was silent. This blow was too heavy. For Real Madrid, who was already one goal behind, it was not only because the score gap was widened. A away goal from Fiorentina means that they have to eliminate Fiorentina. Even if their opponents no longer score in the subsequent games, they still have to score at least three goals.

Although it is not uncommon to score three or even more goals in a single game, this is completely different from thinking that "you must score more than three goals, and you cannot let the opponent score one more goal."

Sabato jumped out of the seat as Zhang Jun shot the football into Real Madrid's goal, as if there were nails on the leather chair.

He raised his arms and cheered loudly like an avid fan, without the calm attitude of a head coach.

"Right! That's it! Offense! Goals! Defeat them! Oh yeah!!"

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In the taverns of all sizes in Fiorentina, people gathered together on pay TV to watch the game. Because it was related to whether Fiorentina could go further in the Champions League, every goal on the scene would touch their nerves.

When everyone saw Zhang Jun scored a goal in just seven minutes of the opening game, everyone jumped up.

"Cheers! For Zhang Jun! For Florence!"
Chapter completed!