football world number one

Chapter 381 I'm Sorry
"Goal in! Go in! Go in! Inzaghi received Kaka's pass and turned offside successfully and then made the ball. Shevchenko followed up and shot directly into the goal!!!"

Liu Jianhong seldom uses such detailed descriptions to explain goals. He usually only calls out the names of the people who scored goals. But at this moment, looking at the three people hugging each other on the screen, he felt that he should say something more: "How familiar this scene is!"

In front of the TV, countless Milan fans saw this scene and heard Liu Jianhong's commentary with tears in their eyes. Since Shevchenko went to Chelsea and ushered in the biggest decline in his career, they have not seen such a scene for too long.

Shevchenko, who has dedicated his entire peak career to Milan, has too many loyal fans in Milan. Even after he no longer plays for Milan, he still misses him all the time.

Therefore, although they knew that Sheva had a very obvious decline in Chelsea, the fans did not complain when the club re-loaned him back. In their hearts, they just wanted to continue watching that man play on the court.

On the court, under the close-up of the camera, Shevchenko had tears in his eyes after scoring the goal, but he did not celebrate his hard-won league goal. Instead, after hugging Kaka and Inzaghi, he ran into the Piacenza goal and hugged the ball out.

"The game is not over yet. In the 809th minute, Milan tied the score to 2:3. A group of Milan players surrounded Shevchenko and ran back to the point of service."

Liu Feng stood in his position and watched this scene speechless for a long time. As a diehard Milan fan, he was too familiar with the group of people in front of him who were putting the ball on the tee point very seriously. The unstoppable Sheva, the fox on the court, and Kaka, the son of God, were all memories of his youth.

Therefore, at this moment, he has the same tears in the corner of his eyes as Shevchenko has had countless Milan fans.

How much he wanted to shout like countless Milan fans in front of the TV, "Buddha smashed Milan!" How much he wanted to take out the poster under his bed with Kaka carrying Sheva on his back, but unfortunately, he couldn't.

At this moment, he is an opponent of these former football dreams, and he is also the captain of Piacenza.

"Cheer me up everyone!!! Don't give them any chance!"

I love this team, I love this group of people, but I'm sorry, but I can't let you take this victory away from me.

In Liu Feng's eyes, the last bit of fantasy belonging to young people completely dissipated. When he looked at the Milan player in front of him who urged the referee to blow the whistle to kick-off, all that was left was the stubbornness of not admitting defeat.

"Shh!"

The whistle blew, the ball kicked off, the game No. 90 minutes, the game continued.

The fourth official on the sidelines also held up the stoppage time sign, with a big four on it. This is a long stoppage time. Piacenza, who is only one goal ahead, is not qualified to sit back and relax.

Conte shouted vigorously from the sidelines, reminding every player to cheer up. Just now he used up all the substitutions and delayed the time for about 1 minute. The next step is to see if the players on the field can persevere.

The players of Piacenza did not disappoint him. When Milan recovered another goal and went out in full force, this group of young players stood ready to stand in their respective positions. After consciously shrinking the formation, they did not give Milan the opportunity to dismantle the defense line through scheduling and personal ability.

In the last 2 minutes of the game, almost all the players of the Milan team pressed forward, leaving only Maldini and Favalli beside him in the entire backcourt, and they began to make a final fight.

"Pirlo took the ball to get rid of Cassia's interference, and the ball reached Kaka's feet. Kaka and Nocerino had a physical confrontation on the wing, oh~, Nocerino blocked him." Liu Jianhong kept explaining the situation on the field, and he didn't even dare to blink in the last minute.

"Kaka chose to split the ball, Ronaldinho got the ball in the middle, he went straight!!!"

"Boom..."

When the ball was stuffed under the feet of Ronaldinho and rolled straight towards Inzaghi in an empty area in the center of Piacenza, a pair of feet that suddenly appeared blocked the hopes of all Milanese.

"Astori, beautiful tackle! The ball was intercepted by him, but Milan's players have swarmed up, and he needs to pass the ball quickly."

After getting the ball, Astori, who was born in Milan's youth training, looked at the red-eyed stars rushing up in front of him. He had fantasized about being their teammates countless times. He was surprisingly calm. Facing Shevchenko's pressing, he even made a very beautiful pull.

"The ball flew to the midfield, there is 1 minute left in the game!!!"

At this moment, even Maldini, who stayed in his own half, moved. He rushed to the landing point as soon as Astori kicked the ball out, trying to save even a little time for the team's counterattack.

However, when a figure appeared in front of the ball one step ahead of him and deftly picked it over his head, the legendary Milan central defender was left with nothing but despair.

"Afeng! Afeng touched the ball first, and made a beautiful pick. Maldini didn't have time to react. He took the ball and rushed towards the goal of Milan!"

When Liu Feng galloped the falling ball across the Milan half, only Favalli was left in the Milan defense. This was not a problem for Liu Feng.

When Favalli rushed up and obviously wanted to stop himself with another tactical foul, he pushed the ball hard to the left of Favalli, and the whole person spared from the other side. His decisive and fierce sprint pulled Favalli's hand holding his jersey away, and the whole person rushed to the ball and only saw Milan's goal.

On the court, at this moment, except for Abbiati, all the players are chasing behind Liu Feng, but they are out of reach.

"A Feng single-handedly! He entered the penalty area! His legs began to swing, the pendulum was too strong, and the pendulum was too strong. Abbiati lost this one-on-one duel. He was shaken to the ground, empty goal!!!"

If someone has made statistics on Liu Feng's career after his debut, he will come up with an astonishing statistic, that is, Liu Feng's single-handed goal rate is [-]%.

"boom!!!"

The entire San Siro stadium was once again detonated by the fans of Piacenza. They sang, they cheered, and they expressed their excitement in every way they could think of.

However, only the owner of this goal has no expression at the moment, even a little sad.

"I'm sorry." This was the only sentence Liu Feng, who was not celebrating, said when he walked slowly past Shevchenko and the Milan generals who could no longer control their emotions.

I loved you deeply, but I had to defeat you.

I'm sorry, because now I'm a player.

　Chapter 2 here!

　　When we have the ability to stand in front of our favorite team and be the opponent to beat them, I think everyone's mood will be mixed...

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