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Pei's eyes widened...

Looking down from the stands of San Siro, the raindrops filled with rain were like blood from fighting, and they were pouring Xiangnan's whole body!!!

He stretched out his right foot and plucked the ball, but only stopped on the ball for a short moment. In an instant, he switched to touch the ball with the inside of his right foot. The ball was pulled horizontally by his inner instep, and a beautiful arc was drawn to the left, jumping forward with a jumping forward.*-*

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The Real Madrid centre-back was shocked by what he saw. In fact, he had seen someone even more wonderful than this, but at this moment, only at this moment, Pepe felt confused and fearful!!

He was so confused by this beautiful and beautiful story that he lost his center of gravity and fell heavily to the ground.

When he raised his face full of rain and mud again, the Portuguese only saw His Highness of the Pluto in San Siro...the red and black king!!!! It was already driving the chariot of the God of Wind and rumbled over his body...

"It's past!! It's past!! Andre!! Goals!! Don't give Real Madrid any chance!! The king of San Siro!! The heroic spirit of nils-liedholm is watching in heaven!!!!! Jose--altafini, Rivera (gianni-rivera), marco-van-basten are watching you!! Andre, our king!! This is San Siro!! Love your San Siro!! The offensive you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tosica was completely hysterical. He didn't know what he was talking about. This man with red and black blood, his soul was roaring!!

Roaring freely!!

The whole stadium was almost exploding wildly!!

"ola-ola--andrea!!!la-ola--sei-il-nostro-reola--sei-il-nostro-re!!!" (Italian: Ola... Ola Andre. His Majesty the King of Our Land

The only landlord melody is above the court!!!

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. It swept over with its head and face, making Xiangnan feel very difficult to breathe. But he still tried hard to open his eyes wide. He heard the roar of the fans and also heard the desire in his heart!!!

He longs for success!!

Desire for honor!!

Desire for the passion of football!!

The moment when the ball hit the net, everyone, including himself, felt that spasm for it!!

Now, he is even more eager to defeat the craziest money-making team in the world, the kind of perverted pleasure that everyone has in some sense!!

That's it!!

Albiol came up to meet!!

Xiangnan did not give Real Madrid central defender any chance. He stopped in a rainy night in San Siro, steadily, pulling and slamming!!

Empty!!

A free shot!!

Chance!!

Xiangnan won’t hesitate!!

This Chinese man was like a wild Lion King, roaring, his upper body straightened, and like a lighthouse, swinging his right foot!!

He hit the ball violently!!

The splashing water is as gentle as the emerald blue in Asia Minor!!!

A black and white goblin like a meteor!!

Casillas did not react at all!!

The ball was spinning in the net... The water splashed!!!

2:!!!

As the first half was about to end, Xiangnan's brace scored twice to expand the score to 2:!!

"gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!and...rea...sei-il-nostro-re!!!(Italian: Andre!!! Our King!!!) and...rea...sei-il-nostro-re!!!..." Tosica burst into tears!!!

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Basten's eyes were wet, looking over from the sidelines... The entire San Siro stand was a red and black ocean, with waves slamming the beach... The tsunami was expanding... The madness was free to do so!!!

Between the dark world, Xiangnan roared hard, ecstatic and crazy!!!

He didn't know what he was yelling, and in fact, he didn't need to know what he was yelling!!!

This is the catharsis of emotions! This is the cry of victory!!!

This is an unyielding cry!!

This is the king's pursuit!!!

The teammates rushed over and slapped Xiangnan's shoulder frantically. Ambroseni suddenly threw Xiangnan down. The old captain AC Milan roared with great pleasure... Xiangnan's fist was clenched tightly. He always raised his head, raised it high, and refused to lower himself, allowing his teammates to pat him and pressed on him, but his head was raised high!! Never bow his head!

That is the unyielding head of the proud lion!!!

That is the king's self-esteem that cannot be bullied!!!

Tosica burst into tears, his voice trembled with excitement, "Our king... lead us back to the peak of the world...that once our stage!!!"

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Referee Vander seemed to be shocked by the goal. After a moment of stunned blew the whistle to the end of the first half!!

At this time, on the sidelines, the referee didn't seem to notice the electronic signboard of the 2-minute stoppage time.

The whistle sounded...

But at this time, no one has ever taken care of Vander's mistake... Real Madrid people want to end the first half soon...

The AC Milanese are celebrating wildly!!!

The rain in Milan cannot extinguish a cool flame called crazy!!!

On San Siro's huge electronic scoreboard---

AC Milan 2: C Real Madrid... Andre 2 goals!!!

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The owners of San Siro Stadium were singing praises to their king in a completely crazy voice!!!

"olaa-ola--andrea!!!la-ola--sei-iil-nostro-reola--sei-il--nostro-re!!!" (Italian: Ola... Ola, Andre, Our Majesty the King

Under the rain silk on the ground at the San Siro Stadium, the singing can almost pierce the dim sky.

In the commentator's seat, Tosica took a deep breath of air, which was a feeling of extreme pleasure...

"It's so cool!!!" Tosica said in Spanish...

Those who understand this sentence... The commentator of the Spanish TV station not far from Tosica's face turned like rotten pig liver...the eyes were on fire...but he couldn't do it, so he had to curse hatefully, 'Mancini is not good at it...'

Uh...the innocent Real Madrid head coach...

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In the luxurious private room in San Siro, AC Milan chairman Saadi Gaddafi was also shocked by the goal, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Although the prince of Libya, after buying AC Milan, claimed to the public that it was for football and that he was a red and black fan, of course people know that although Saadi Gaddafi is also a well-known fan, he paid for AC Milan club, and the important thing about this is definitely the commercial factor...

However, now, Saadi Gaddafi suddenly felt that he bought AC Milan himself and signed Andre with the world's first price. Perhaps it was his most glorious work in his life...

"Franco, will I become the missed chairman of the acmilan history?" Saadi Gaddafi suddenly asked himself, shocked by this goal, and was excited to win the goal. Vice Chairman of AC Milan Franco Baresi, the great captain of the Ross and Blacks' history...

Baresi was stunned for a moment. He did not expect the team boss to ask this question. Although Saadi Gaddafi helped AC Milan avoid the financial crisis and bought people in a big way, he began to move towards the road of revival, out of potential exclusion from foreign capital, Saadi Gaddafi could not be said to have made all the red and black fans accept it...

Baresi thought about it and answered sincerely, "Acc Milan will stand at the top of Europe... and will always maintain this position... You will indeed become the important one in Milan's history..."

Saadi Gaddafi's vision changed, and he thought of the European Champions League final in San Siro in May...'A month left...Franco...'

At this time, the waiter knocked on the door of the box and brought the poured red wine...

Saadi Gaddafi clinked the cup with Baresi, "Franco, let's go see our guests..."

guest?

Baresi smiled bitterly and shook his head, and the unfriendly faces of UEFA President Mr. Platini and Real Madrid President Mr. Florentino appeared in his mind...

‘Unfriendly politicians…’ Baresi doesn’t like dealing with politicians, but now as vice chairman of acmilan, he must start getting used to certain things…as long as his red and black blood is still flowing… enough…

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"Oh... Dear Sir, I'm glad you've come to San Siro..." Saadi Gaddafi eagerly embraced UEFA President Michel Platini...

The UEFA President's mood has improved, and he doesn't seem to see the banner "Perez Platini, you thief!!!" in the stands in San Siro.

"It's also great to see you, Mr. Saadi Gaddafi.

"Pratini seemed to have met an old friend. It was appropriate to describe the atmosphere at this time with warmth. "Don't you invite me to have a drink?" Platini blinked...

"Honor...!!" Saadi Gaddafi gave an ancient European gentleman's gift, took the wine glass handed over by the waiter, took two wine glasses, handed one to the UEFA President, and one to the Real Madrid President Florentino, who was talking about something in Gebareci...

"Dear Perez, you are getting more and more energetic..." Saadi Gaddafi said.

"Thank you!!" The Chairman of Real Madrid smiled, took the wine glass, and took a sip, "This wine is good... Well? Cabernet Sauvignon in 1897?"

"Mr. Perez is such an expert..." Saadi Gaddafi smiled and shrugged with grace. "This is given to me by Andre... It is said to be a treasure given to him by Archbishop Orsini..."

At this time, Saadi Gaddafi looked carefully at the eyes of the President of Real Madrid, hoping to see a look that made him happy in Florentino's eyes...

But unfortunately, Florentino's face was normal and there was no turmoil. "I gave it to you? Then I have to drink more... Well... Andre is very good at enjoying..."
To be continued...