Zhang Yang had just stopped the ball when the ball was shoveled out by Gatuso, and he himself screamed and fell to the ground.

Gattuso did it on purpose, he wanted to give Zhang Yang some color. Moreover, his movements were very concealed. When the referee looked over, he was completely aiming for the ball. He was not going for people on purpose.

The whistle of referee Merkel rang out.

"Foof!" French National 1 commentator Thierry and Vistodu shouted together. Visto stood up nervously.

Zhang Yang hugged his right leg in pain and shouted loudly. In fact, Gattuso's foul was very bad. Although it was not the kind of foul that caused too malicious damage, after tackled the ball, he did not stop his feet. He gave Zhang Yang a strong attack. This kind of head-on collision was very painful.

Nasri rushed over. He looked at Zhang Yang's expression, his face changed, and he made a gesture of asking for a stretcher to come on the court. Ribery also came over with anger and concern to ask about Zhang Yang's situation.

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Other Marseille players are responsible for protesting to the referee and shouting to the AC Milan players about their actions being too rough.

"Look at your people, are there anyone playing football like this?"

"This is intentional!"

"Red card!"

"This action is very big... Gatuso confiscated his feet, and Zhang Yang fell to the ground in pain. It seemed that he was injured, and... it seemed that he was very injured..." The commentator kept talking, and the TV screen cooperated very well and replayed the slow motion of Gatuso's foul just now. You can see clearly what happened just now. It was really hard and it hurts a lot.

The "perpetrator" Gatuso looked at Zhang Yang not far away with a sneer on his face. He wanted to give Zhang Yang a little color, mainly because he thought Zhang Yang was disrespectful to Maldini, and he wanted to teach this kid a little lesson.

"This bastard!" Louis rushed up and shouted at Gattuso. He didn't care whether Gattuso was a big star or even a player he liked very much, or his idol. He only knew that now, this guy hurt his brother. He was not in the mood to respect the elderly and love the young or chase stars.

Gattuso looked at the black young man who was shouting at him. He couldn't understand what Louis was saying, but it didn't think it was good.

"Boy, put your mouth cleaner." Gattuso yelled at Louis. He was in Italian.

Neither of them understood what the other party said, but this did not prevent them from scolding each other and shoving each other.

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There was a small riot on the court, and the players from both sides were entangled. You pushed me, I pushed you, and occasionally you could use a bad move. It was so chaotic, and the Milan fans in the stands at San Siro Stadium made huge boos, and the whole stadium was in a mess.

"Zhang Yang won't be a problem, right?" Zhang Guodong asked his eldest son Zhang Dahai with a nervous look on his face.

"It's so bad." Zhang Dahai also looked nervous. Looking at Gatuso's moment, it was very scary. As the eldest brother, he was proud of his brother, and there was a little bit of envy. Now watching football on the spot, seeing this scene was even more different from the senses in front of the TV. His brother seemed to be glorious, but it was actually not easy!

After the Marseille players fought, the referee Merkel finally showed Gattuso a yellow card. The Marseille players next to him stopped in disappointment.

The Marseille was satisfied, while the Milanese were unhappy.

"That's a totally reasonable collision, how can you play cards?"

"This is inertia, our people did not intentionally."

When Gattuso saw the cards, he was anxious and protested loudly to the referee. He had to protest his own actions. Although it seemed scary, it was not very threatening and it was just a bit painful. He just wanted to give Zhang Yang a warning. He could not have imagined that this warning would cost him a yellow card. As the team's main right midfielder, his defense range covers the entire game. He is an important barrier for AC Milan's team to defend the whole game. He received a yellow card in the first half, which is not a good sign.

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Team doctor Ronderlo led someone to drag a stretcher into the crowd. He knelt down and squeezed his right leg: "How is it?"

"Hiss---It hurts." Zhang Yang took a breath.

"Don't move." Seeing that Zhang Yang was about to struggle, Rondero stopped him. He took out the spray from his bag and sprayed Zhang Yang's legs hard. Then he said to the two people behind him: "Please him down."

Zhang Yang was shocked. His injury would not be very serious, right? He asked Rondero anxiously, "What's the situation?"

"I don't know yet." Rondero shook his head. He had just seen it. If the bones were fine and it hurts very much, it was probably a temporary sequelae after the collision. It would be fine after a while, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly.

"Zhang Yang was carried off the field, and it seemed that he was seriously injured..."

Zhang Yang was asked by Ronderlo to take two steps on the sidelines, run, jump three times, and take two more steps. Finally, I was sure it was fine, and Zhang Yang felt much better. It just hurt, but now the pain has passed, and it seems that it is fine.

Zhang Yang was relieved. He was looking forward to this game and had been waiting for a long time. He didn't want to be so unlucky and was replaced due to injury.

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Just now, when he saw Zhang Yang lying on the ground and not getting up for a long time, Fernandez was still a little nervous. Seeing that Zhang Yang was being carried down by a stretcher, he hurried over to inquire about the situation. He only felt relieved after seeing Zhang Yang taking two steps.

"Your range of activities is not enough, you need to expand."

"Give full play to the speed advantage."

"The cooperation with Morientes is not enough."

Taking advantage of this time, Fernandez quickly conveyed his "will" to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang nodded and poured water into his mouth. Finally, he poured the water from the bottle down on his head, shook his head vigorously, and yelled at Fernandez, "Leave it to me, coach."

Leave it to you? What to leave it to you? Fernandez was stunned and realized that Zhang Yang was talking about the goal. The old coach glared at Zhang Yang, "I will talk about it first. I hate empty checks."

"When did I disappoint you?" Zhang Yang said, before Fernandez kicked his butt, he raised his hand and made a gesture to the referee asking for entry. The referee waved his hand, and he kicked the ground and rushed into the court. Fernandez kicked and laughed.

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Seeing Zhang Yang returning to the stadium as if nothing had happened, Gattuso glared at Zhang Yang in anger. It was not worth it. He also received a yellow card. He would have been more ruthless if he had known it. He was just saying in his heart that although Gattuso is a well-known "evil guy" in football, it is rare to see real bad fouls. He just looks fierce. This Milan "butcher" has his own defensive football IQ. Although his movements are very big, it is not very harmful.

Zhang Yang also responded without hesitation. He glared at Gattuso, which meant, "Brother, are you afraid of you?"

After glaring fiercely, Gattuso turned his head and ran away. It was Milan's possession. Zhang Yang was violated just now, Marseille's free kick, but Nasri's free kick was above the crossbar and there was no threat.

Ribery asked Zhang Yang: "It's really okay?" He knew Zhang Yang's desire for Champions League games and was worried that this kid would play with injuries.

"It's okay." Zhang Yang nodded.

"Well..." Ribery nodded, "I'll help you with revenge."

"I'll do it myself." Zhang Yang said with a cold face without any appreciation.

"Okay." Ribery nodded happily instead.

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This little episode did not change the situation on the court. AC Milan, whose strength is far above Marseille, continued to take the initiative on the court, and their offensive was thriving.

In just 10 minutes, AC Milan actually had four-legged shots, and I had to admire the super attacking ability of the Serie A giants. Their ability to gallop across Europe is definitely due to their strength.

Another attack from AC Milan.

Pirlo was in possession of the ball in Marseille at halftime, and Marseille right-back Beyer was defending him, but it was a bit difficult.

Although Pirlo's foot skills are incomparable to Brazilians, as the brain of Milan, his foot skills are also quite good. Although Pirlo's is not that strong man, he is not afraid of confrontation.

Beye followed Pirlo tightly, looking for a chance to find his foot. He had considered tactical fouls, but after looking at the position and putting down this idea, this position was too dangerous to give AC Milan a chance to have a free kick.

Pirlo plucked the ball with his left foot, and his body leaned to the right. Beer immediately stepped out his foot, and he was tricked! Pirlo quickly hooked the ball back and poked it at the same time. The ball passed between Beer's legs and reached the foot of Kaka who came to pick him up. At the same time, Pirlo continued to run to the left.

"Beautiful! Pirlo's pass is so exquisite. He split the ball. Kaka got the ball. He dribbled the ball, and Dehu grabbed it... Beautiful breakthrough! The Brazilian changed direction at high speed very beautifully! He tore open the Marseille defense line! Shoot!! This ball - goooooooooaaal!!! Kaka, he scored! 1:0!"

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Kaka rushed to the sidelines, his world-famous celebrations ignited the San Siro Stadium.

AC Milan players cheered on the goal, they surrounded Kaka in the middle, and people could not see the Brazilian, but only saw him holding his fingers high in the air. After celebrating the goal, Kaka walked to the sidelines to wave his hand to welcome the fans' cheers.

"Kaka's goal is so beautiful! 1:0! He helped Milan win the first goal." The commentator shouted in the audience's thunderous cheers: "Thank Kaka, this is AC Milan's first goal in the Champions League this season! Although we have lost Shepchenko, there are many excellent players in our sea area like Kaka!"

Obviously, this commentator is still unable to relieve Shepchenko's "escape" from Milan until now.

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"This defense is still an old problem!" Fernandez, who was sitting on the coach's seat, slapped angrily and complained to the assistant coach Hiltney beside him. "Bayer should be more decisive."

Kaka's goal was very beautiful, but the finishing touch of this goal was Pirlo's pass. Beye was completely fooled. If Marseille's right-back was more decisive...

Of course, there is no if AC Milan team Kaka scored a goal, and the game went to the 23rd minute, and Marseille fell behind zero to one.

Fernandez couldn't sit still. He stood on the sidelines, his face was serious, and he lost the ball. The Marseille team had to score a goal and had to attack.

The team's defense is as unsuccessful as ever. So, what about the offense that relies on to survive in the Ligue 1? Is it trustworthy?

Fernandez doesn't know the answer.

Ancelotti raised his arms to celebrate the team's goal. He looked at the coaching seat of the Marseille team. The Marseille team's defense was finally broken through by Milan. The Marseille team's defense was not good. The offense was even more hopeless!

He looked at the Chinese guy again, wearing the No. 9 jersey shows his status in the Marseille team. He just heard that this guy has not scored a goal this season.

Ancelotti was quite proud of his vision. During the summer transfer, Galliani strongly recommended this young man to him, and he could tell at a glance that this young man was not good. Now it seems that this is true.

At least until now, Zhang Yang has not posed any threat to the Milan team's defense line.

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