AC Milan's head coach Marco Van Basten has been a little depressed recently.

The team is in good shape, winning streaks in both the Champions League and the league, and in order to ensure that both events have gained something, he also gave up the Italian Cup.

The club also renewed his contract with him until 2014. Logically, he should have nothing to be depressed.

But in the last round of the league, Milan derby. It was originally the best opportunity for him to catch up with Inter Milan, but unfortunately he played a draw with his opponent. At the same time, he could not get over the gap with Fiorentina.

Now he is about to play Fiorentina. Although he is at home, Fiorentina is in poor health recently. But he is not idiotically convinced of whatever the media says.

He believes that Fiorentina is still a highly dangerous enemy now, because Fiorentina has always made him unable to figure it out, from the head coach to the players, he can't figure it out. Even Zhang Jun, who he once thought was very familiar with, can't see it clearly now.

Inter Milan is great, he can study it. Juventus is calm, he can see through it. Only when he plays against Fiorentina, he seems to be in a thick fog.

Kaka sighed softly below: "Oh, the coach is distracted again."

Yang Pan nodded: "He always did this before the match against Florence."

"I bet that even if he won all the championships in this world, he would regret not being able to recruit Zhang Jun."

"Stop betting, everyone on earth knows."

"When he was leaving Milan, to be honest, I really didn't expect that he would be able to achieve such success in Fiorentina in the future. The Serie A top scorer for two consecutive seasons, the Serie A championship... Hello, Yang Pan, do you regret it now?" Kaka touched Yang Pan. Taking advantage of the great opportunity of the head coach's distracted tactical class, the two whispered below. It was a bit back to high school, and they were chatting secretly in class.

"What do I regret?"

"I regret not following to Florence?"

If the media asked this question, Yang Pan might turn against him on the spot, suspecting that the other party was not kind. But when Kaka asked, Yang Pan just smiled when he heard it: "There is nothing to regret or not. I like AC Milan, and it is my choice to come here. Friends are friends, and feelings are feelings. Since I get the salary I paid for Milan, I will play football for Milan wholeheartedly. Unless Milan drives me away, I want to play here until I retire."

Kaka glanced at Yang Pan: "I really didn't expect that such a kind-hearted person would say such things..."

"Damn! Look for a fight!"

Kaka turned his head and avoided Yang Panyang's hand. "But... I plan to retire here too. After all, Milan is the first team I have come to Europe and I have feelings, so I want to use it as the only European team to play."

Yang Pan smiled bitterly: "Zhang Jun said more than once that he was going to retire in Fiorentina. I think you will never have the chance to play football with him in the same team in your life."

This sentence touched the most painful place deep in Kaka's heart. He lowered his head and remained silent, just like Basten, distracted.

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Gasbalone frowned, his expression like his dead mother. He looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand, then looked up at the team doctor Feng Qing in front of him.

"Can you not drink?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Feng Qing shook his head with disrespect.

"Then... can you add more sugar?"

Feng Qing still shook his head without giving him face.

"You can't add sugar, so add some milk or something... Uh, I know, it's definitely not possible." Gasbalone changed his voice when he saw Feng Qing's face change.

But he was still frowning when he looked at the things in the bowl. There were many people with the same expression as him. In the team doctor's office, the whole team held a bowl, and then looked at the things in the bowl, grinning and baring their teeth, but they didn't dare to try it.

Because the dark brown liquid in their bowl is the famous "Chinese medicine soup". To be honest, even Zhang Jun, as a Chinese who has drunk Chinese medicine, thinks that the things in this bowl are too bitter. Just by sniffing them on his nose, the bitter taste will make him lose the motivation to drink it. Don't mention those foreigners who have been in contact with such bitterness for the first time.

At first, Pazini's stupid slut thought the bowl was Coca-Cola. While saying that professional players were not good for drinking carbonated drinks, they poured the things in the bowl one by one, for fear that others would snatch them like him. Feng Qing next to him looked at him with a very admiration.

Sure enough, when the warm liquid entered his throat, Pazini regretted it, and he wanted to spit out the things in his mouth. But the medicine soup had already slid into his stomach along his throat. He jumped and jumped, sticking his tongue and shouting "bitter".

It was precisely because of the miserable situation of Pazini that no one else dared to drink it anymore.

This is the Chinese medicine nutrition soup specially ordered by Ren Yudi to prepare. Its function is to quickly restore the players' physical strength and maintain their physical vitality. Of course, this is not a banned drug. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes its own conditioning and absorption, it has continuous effects, and has no side effects on the body. It does not forcefully instill some chemical substances like injections, which are only effective for a period of time, and will also cause great harm to the body.

Finally, as the captain, Zhang Jun had to be an example. He also frowned and drank the medicine soup in one breath. He didn't even dare to let the liquid stay in his throat, so he got a stomachache. It was so bitter...

Xiang Tao was even more amazing. He pinched his nose, then picked up the bowl, tilted his neck and poured it down.

The others followed Xiang Tao's appearance and raised their heads, pinched their noses, and poured medicine soup.

Of course, after the injection, they naturally stuck out their tongues and shouted: "It's so bitter! Oh my God! Is there anything more bitter than this in the world?"

"I will never take Chinese medicine again in my life!"

"It turns out that being sick is so painful in China..." Gasbalone murmured with tears in his eyes.

Everyone thought they had finally survived the disaster, but Feng Qing's words left everyone with no strength to go out.

"Mr. Chairman specifically instructed that the team will come to me for medicine after training every day."

"Lord, please save your servant!"

"Shit! I would rather play one game with all the strong teams in the world every day than drink this thing again!"

"You should say you are willing to come with the ugliest woman in the world every night and you are not willing to drink this thing again."

"Xiang! You hooligan!"

"Wow! Your expression is so lewd!"

After being fussed by Xiang Tao, the players' depressed mood was immediately distracted. No wonder Sabato admires this Chinese left-back very much, because with him, the team's atmosphere is fine. Many times, he even wants to be a clown and let everyone laugh at him, just to ease everyone's emotions and pay attention.

Such people are really worthy of respect and are often not as idiotic as they appear.

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Strengthen physical training, increase the amount of training, and supplement the recovery effect of traditional Chinese medicine. These have effectively helped Florence to quickly recover physical strength and help them survive the most uncomfortable journey in the marathon.

Of course, Feng Qing's traditional Chinese medicine law is listed as confidential by the club and no one is allowed to leak it through any situation. Because Sabato also expects to catch their opponent off guard by this.

Nowadays, Chelsea must have thought that Florence was exhausted and they were all weak.

Sabato is extremely dark inside and is very sinister, so he wants his opponent to think wrongly. He likes to see the other party's surprised expression and see the other party's pain of terrible consequences due to miscalculation.

He likes the feeling of playing with others in his palms. Of course, sometimes don't overdo it.

The team's physical condition is gradually getting better, and his mood is also getting better. Some time ago, others played him, but now it's his turn to play him.

AC Milan, Florence is here!

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Zhang Jun can no longer remember how many times he has been to San Siro as a Milan opponent. He doesn't want to remember at all because it doesn't make any sense. But the media always ask him: "How many times are you here in San Siro?" Then the media also has very authoritative statistics on how many times Zhang Jun is visiting San Siro, how many goals he scored, how much victory rate of Fiorentina... etc.

These are just to build momentum for Milan vs. Florence.

The little grudge between him and Milan has been hyped up by the media, and everyone knows it. Every year when San Siro comes away, he has to hype again. Zhang Jun is very suspicious of the lack of imagination of the media.

In fact, he had long forgotten his grudges. After all, Ancelotti has been dismissed, and now Milan has changed new people to old people, so he has not known many of them. He has lost his grudges with anyone.

It is important to say that he is still looking forward to playing against Milan, that is, because Milan has two good friends - Yang Pan and Kaka, which makes him look forward to fighting with these two people very much.

Now AC Milan and Zhang Jun have changed a lot when they leave. Inzaghi has retired, and Shepchenko is also in a semi-retired state. At the age of 34, he can no longer maintain his best form. Fabiano, who was introduced by Milan from Brazil, also partnered with Giladino to form a forward group.

Pirlo, who had played against Yang Pan at the Athens Olympics back then, is now 31 years old. Gattuso is 32 years old and Ambrosini is 33 years old. Not to mention the Milan defense line with a tradition of retirement - Nesta is 34 years old. Of course, they have also promoted many young people from the second team and bought the players they need from other places.

But those old people made Zhang Jun sigh at the passage of time every time he saw them... it was too fast. In the blink of an eye, everyone became thirty people, and they were approaching little by little.

At the age of 28, he is the golden age of his career. If he doesn't make any earth-shaking achievements, it will be a waste of his years of hard work.

If you want to achieve the great achievements of the Triple Crown champion, you must first take action with AC Milan.

Even when facing his friends, he will not show mercy because Zhang Jun is a professional player now.

"Hey, Yang Pan, Kaka. Wait for the loss and treat me to dinner!" In the player channel, Zhang Jun smiled confidently at the two of them.

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Before the game, Basten believed that Fiorentina's recent poor physical fitness was definitely not something Sabato intended to pretend, so AC Milan can wait for the fatigue Fiorentina at home.

So he doesn't have that high requirements for the team's pressing - he also has to consider the physical strength of his team.

But just seventeen minutes into the game, he found that he was completely wrong.

Sabato was never seen through by him.

Cru raised his hands and stood there, then Zhang Jun rushed over and raised him high. The Fiorentine fans who came from afar cheered wildly, celebrating their first goal in San Siro!

"Ah haha..." The commentator of Sky TV kept smiling because the goal was too dramatic.

First, Zhang Jun's shot was blocked by the young central defender Ponte, and then bounced to Kru's feet. Then Kru's shot hit the post. Everyone thought that this would be over, but Abiati, who landed, stuck out his butt and just put the rebounded football into the goal.

Strictly speaking, this ball is an own goal and will not be considered under Krue's name. But Abiatti now wants this ball to be considered Krue because he is unwilling to be labeled as an "owned ball", not to mention that he still scored the ball with his butt... It's really embarrassing!

"Unlucky Abiati, unlucky AC Milan! Haha..." The commentator was still laughing, and those Milan fans must have started to feel resentful.

Basten fell off the water bottle in his hand with excitement. The plan he made was originally intended to restrain Florence's attack, but he did not expect that the first goal would make his plan become a floating cloud. Basten looked up at the sky outside the ceiling of San Siro. The floating clouds...

Damn it! What am I thinking!?

Basten rushed to the sidelines and waved his arms at Ambroseni. Now Ambroseni is the captain of the team, and everything is conveyed through him to other players on the field.

"There is no choice, give up the previous tactics and we will attack!"

Sabato saw Basten's gesture next to him, and he naturally knew what it meant. Basten was not him, but he studied it thoroughly. He knew that Basten was going to attack, which was exactly what he hoped. Florence was not afraid of any team in the attack.

Sabato has really good luck in shit. He can still lead the way when playing AC Milan away, and it is the own goal that hits the opponent's morale the most.

After conceding the goal, AC Milan launched a crazy counterattack. Their attacks were like a tide, almost flooding Fiorentina's penalty area.

Yang Pan first attacked on the corner of the penalty area, shot the ball with a heavy gun, and was hit by Frey's two punches. Of course, his price was to fall directly to the ground.

Although there was no goal, Yang Pan's next move of his arms made San Siro explode. Everyone yelled with him, vowing to completely suppress Florence's arrogance.
To be continued...