At the last moment, all Inter Milan fans couldn't help but stand up, and used their last strength to shout out those moving cheers. This is everything they can do.

Inter Milan did not give up!

They would not give up until the last second and without hearing the whistle at the end of the game!

This is no longer an ordinary Serie A game, it has been given too much meaning!

Battle of resistance!

Farewell Battle!

Battle of righteousness!

Battle of dignity!

They are never willing to accept a draw, a draw means failure!

Every Inter Milan player has endless fighting spirit in his eyes!

Even though their exhausted body has made them weak, even if they can't stop sweating has made them almost dehydrated, even if the old injuries have already ached faintly, they still have to breathe for the last breath!

We will never give up!

Just like the man who just stood on the sidelines!

He brings Inter victory, dignity, and the almost forgotten belief!

We want to win!

That shout from the bottom of my heart made all Inter Milan players extremely determined.

Paul Ince's breathing was rapid and his physical fitness was almost exhausted. The moment he received the pass from his teammate in the middle, a huge impact force surged from his side, which made him stagger and almost fell to the ground. The ball was also intercepted by Fiorentina's defensive player Piazentini.

The ball is lost!

As his eyes turned dark, Paul Ince seemed to see his teammates desperately, and everyone's face was filled with the desire and pursuit of victory, getting closer and closer.

I shook my head suddenly, and the green field in front of me was still there, and the sighs of disappointment from the fans were heard!

Can't concede the ball!

In the flash of lightning, Paul Ince's mind was only this thought that could never be shaken!

The exhausted body seemed to be filled with strength in an instant, and her feet exploded and started, chasing Piazentini who was dribbling the ball.

I will never give up!

After experiencing the glory of the Red Devils era and becoming the first black captain in England, how energetic it was. Now, everything has become a passing cloud!

Coming from England to Italy, doubts and ridicule kept surround Paul Ince's ears.

"You're old!"

"I can't even play in England, is it embarrassing to come to Italy?"

"Is Inter Milan's high salary hot? "

"Retire the service, you can't bear the hope of Inter Milan's revival!"

......

Paul Ince never responded or refuted, he just did his best to be himself. He always knew what he wanted!

I'm not old!

I can still kick!

I can also help Inter Milan win the championship!

I came to Italy not for money, but for reproving myself!

Just like now, I haven't given up, let alone give up!

As Paul Ince burst, he rose into the air, slept on his side, and shoveled towards Piazentini in front of him. His incomparable momentum made people unable to help dilate his pupils, as if something was about to gush out of his chest.

Under the reflection of the stadium light, the soles and studs flashed with dazzling light, and the murderous intention was endless, and I was shivering!

When the ball was shoveled, the huge inertia made Paul Ince take Piazentini down, and the two fell together.

The soil mixed with grass penetrated into his mouth, but Paul Ince had no time to spit it out. He struggled to get up in Piazentini's incredible eyes beside him, in a mess, but with indomitable firmness and persistence.

I threw it away, and I snatched it back!

As if he had used all his last bit of strength, Paul Ince distributed the ball to Carlos on the side, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was a relieved smile.

However, Paul Ince still did not relax, dragged his exhausted body and rushed forward with all his might.

He didn't know if he would have the chance to shoot a long shot and shoot a goal after receiving his teammate, but even if there was a slight chance, he wouldn't stop!

No one gave up, nor did he. This is his persistence!

Carlos quickly inserted and received a pass from Paul Ince that almost entrusted. Two Fiorentine players, Amoruso and Orlando, appeared in front of him.

Looking at me, everyone's eyes were full of malicious intentions, as if saying - Come on, let's see if I won't cut off your legs!

fear?

Doesn't exist!

Brute force may not be the best way to solve problems. There are simpler methods, so why not try it!

Carlos smiled contemptuously, gently moved the ball toward the outside of his right foot. The ball rolled in the direction, and Frasci was coming to meet him.

Immediately afterwards, in the surprised eyes of Amoruso and Orlando, Carlos suddenly activated and interspersed through the two without having time to close the door. At this time, the ball suddenly appeared in front of him again.

Two over two!

With Fraci's cooperation, Carlos cleanly and neatly got rid of Amoruso and Orlando!

Like a violent motorcycle rushing towards Florence's position, the momentum of unyielding moves was enough to allow him to tear everything in front of him, full of violent aesthetics.

Amid the fans' enthusiastic cheers, Carlos directly dribbled the ball to the nearest baseline, and used all his strength to hit the ball over the Fiorentine penalty area with the cross he once disliked the most but now he loves it.

Looking at the ball flying high, Carlos knew that he had accomplished his mission.

Brothers, come on!

Want to win!

In the penalty area, the players of both sides had already been entangled, and Blanca surrounded three Fiorentine defensive players.

Not afraid!

Standing at the age of thirty, I have already experienced everything on the court. I came to Inter Milan to retire for several seasons and retire safely. This is what Blanca once thought.

But at this moment, Blanca was ashamed of what she had thought!

The passionate and blood are stirring, like a fledgling boy, full of endless passion for this green field!

He knew that all this was brought to him by the charming interim coach.

He found his passion again and awakened his fighting spirit, and everything has become no longer dull and ordinary!

The passion is still there!

With the opponent around, Blanca seemed to bounce high with endless power, pushing towards the ball with all his might, as if he was chasing not the ball but life!

Several defensive players around him also jumped high, rushing to clear the ball. The fierce competition in the air made everyone hold their breath and find it difficult to breathe.

The opponent who blocked his full strength and the goalkeeper who was waiting for the team made Blanca unable to head the ball directly, and the direction of the goal was completely blocked.

Unfortunately, but not shy, Blanca decided to break through Fiorentina's goal in an instant.

Heading the ball!

No one expected that he would choose this way.

So, when he gave up on the goal, no one could stop him anymore.

"Blanca... Blanca flew up, surrounded by heavy enemies, Blanca headed towards the ball!"

"Head!"

"No!"

"Blanca chose to head the ball at that moment!"

The commentator was so excited that he forgot everything, and shouted at the top of his lungs, completely forgetting that he was still doing live broadcasts!

Stagging in the air, Blanca even had enough time to observe the running positions of his teammates inside and outside the penalty area. Finally, at the focus of his eyes, he locked in a firm figure, and the surroundings of that figure were suddenly empty.

Go!

With all of us desire for victory, with our common agreement!

Want to win!

All Inter Milan fans seemed to have their hearts raised to their throats, and they seemed to be able to jump out at any time. Their eyes were all directed towards the figure running towards the ball, extremely hot.

Sanetti!

The figure rushing towards the ball was Sanetti!

He is not the loyal guard of Inter Milan in another space-time, nor the soul of Inter Milan's legendary team, nor the spiritual leader and symbol of Inter Milan in the hearts of all fans.
To be continued...