Team Doctor, Team Doctor

The Italian fans in front of the TV agreed with Rossi's words.

That was a solo run, a solo run that didn't even give the opponent a chance to touch the ball, it was too dominant.

The most crucial moment was Pioli's play; he didn't let anyone touch him even face-to-face, and even made him stumble after a fake, the visual impact was too stunning.

Normally, other solo runs rely on speed.

But here, you reach the edge of the penalty area and keep dodging and weaving, continuously using Fiorentina's players as a backdrop.

The three of them gritted their teeth and fought desperately, but in the end, they couldn't even touch his jersey.

The Fiorentina fans didn't know what to say.

Look at Dunga, lying in the penalty area, unwilling to get up.

Is Dunga weak?

From the moment he landed in Serie A and joined Pisa, he was one of the best defensive midfielders and playmakers in Serie A. Italian fans even thought it was unfair that Brazilians didn't like him.

But the more footnotes there were, the more Dejan Lu's fame grew.

Even if they were unwilling to admit it, it couldn't be helped. The anticipated Baggio vs. Sampdoria match had completely turned into Dejan Lu's solo performance.

Especially in this solo run, Dunga appeared in the background twice.

Even the Fiorentina fans felt embarrassed to blame him; the Brazilian had already done his best.

Dunga remained lying in the penalty area.

It's over, it's all over.

He often watched Italian football programs and knew without thinking that he would be featured in the post-match review.

The most terrifying thing was that these recordings would definitely be sent back to his hometown.

Because of his playing style, he was not favored by Brazilians in the first place. Dunga could imagine how happy his compatriots would be seeing him being toyed with.

Even when selling oneself, one looks for a strange city to avoid losing face locally.

But this time, he was going to lose face all the way home.

As a perfectionist with an overabundance of self-esteem, Dunga immediately resented the person who made him look foolish.

Later, after losing the World Cup, he also resented Maradona and others. His pettiness was not ordinary.

He was never a magnanimous person. Later, after being toyed with by Ronaldinho upon returning to Brazil, he never liked Ronaldinho. Brazilian newspapers even said that his refusal to summon Ronaldinho was personal revenge.

Landucci helped Dunga up and asked, "Are you okay, buddy?"

Dunga pushed his hand away and got up himself.

"What the hell."

Facchetti couldn't help but curse.

"Say a few less words," Landucci advised.

"It's true, he thinks he's some big star, but he was still played like a dog, and even a dog can catch a flying disc," Facchetti said, making no effort to lower his voice.

Dunga paused, then turned to look at Facchetti.

Facchetti immediately shut his mouth.

Dunga's gaze was too fierce, and he was a little scared.

The players from both sides walked towards the center circle.

Baggio had been waiting at the center circle to restart the game.

Dejan Lu smiled at him and said, "If you come to Sampdoria, we can fly on both wings then."

"What about me..."

Mancini asked gloomily from the side.

"Will you polish my shoes after the game?"

Dejan Lu asked.

Mancini immediately waved his fist.

Baggio felt like laughing at the comical scene; the two great stars were as childish as children.

However, he still couldn't bring himself to laugh.

He hadn't considered the transfer at all. Fiorentina had been too good to him. Even though he could only recuperate from injury for a long time after being bought, Fiorentina still had high hopes for him.

He couldn't possibly think of leaving the team after just recovering from injury and playing only two good seasons.

"Prepare to restart the game!"

Nappi reminded them.

Baggio quickly passed sideways.

There was no time to think about frivolous things now; they had to figure out how to equalize first.

Nappi received the ball and immediately passed it back.

Battistini began slowly organizing from the backfield; his combination with Dunga was quite strong in terms of organizational ability.

Mancini pressed forward again. Renato Buso feinted and cut past him with his left foot, then immediately sent a diagonal pass forward.

Nappi wanted to move forward as soon as he received the ball, but he didn't expect Pari to close him down so quickly, rushing right in front of him.

Forced to turn and shield the ball, Nappi couldn't pass it out and could only give it to Volpecina, who came up to receive it.

Volpecina didn't dare to hold the ball for long. As soon as he received it, he pushed it with his right foot, adjusted slightly, and stood on the left wing, lofting it into the penalty area.

Baggio glanced over and almost cursed, but still rushed into the penalty area immediately.

But it was useless.

Verchowod was like a human brown bear, completely suppressing Baggio in the physical contest without any finesse, allowing Pagliuca to catch the ball without any interference.

"Counter, counter!!!"

Mancini shouted from midfield.

Pagliuca glanced over and hoofed the ball to the right wing.

Mancini was about to curse when he realized Dejan Lu was making a rapid forward run on the right.

Although he was full of questions, not knowing when Dejan Lu had secretly switched positions again, he still chose to charge towards Fiorentina's penalty area immediately.

"Damn it!"

Dunga gritted his teeth and chased back.

With one lapse in attention, Dejan Lu switched positions again.

This guy was like an eel, impossible to catch.

This time, the Brazilian defensive midfielder was giving it his all, but speed wasn't something you could improve just by gritting your teeth; after all, there was only one Barry Allen.

He could only follow behind Dejan Lu, watching the Number Seven run further and further away. Even though he hadn't given up and was desperately chasing back, he was already out of the broadcast frame.

Bang—

Celeste hadn't expected that Dejan Lu, who had been cutting inside, would resolutely go down the line and send in a low driven cross.

This choice surprised not only him but also the players on both sides.

With a step too late to reach it, the ball quickly rolled to the center.

Mancini, receiving the ball, immediately cut it with his right foot to evade Pioli's sliding tackle, then twisted and shot with his left.

The ball quickly flew into the left side of the goal.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

Mancini, who had scored, was going insane.

He opened his mouth wide and turned to charge at Dejan Lu.

Baggio had scored. He had been holding his breath, and now he had finally scored.

That kid Dejan was really something; it wasn't in vain that he had deliberately lost tens of thousands of dollars to him.

Just as Mancini ran towards the sideline to find Dejan Lu to celebrate, he suddenly saw Dunga rush up and shove Dejan Lu to the ground.

Mancini only froze for a third of a second before his feet moved even faster.

"Do you want to die?"

The substitute players on the Sampdoria bench immediately tried to rush onto the field.

Salzano, in his run, stumbled and knocked over the camera, blocking the lens entirely.

The cameraman didn't have time to worry about the equipment; in his long career, this was the first time he had seen such a scene.

It was too chaotic!

Had Dunga betrayed God to suffer so much?

Mancini's flying kick landed squarely on his chest, and Marco Lanna, who ran up, also delivered a follow-up combo, sending him flying out past the advertising boards.

Baggio seemed to be trying to break up the fight, but it looked like he was only holding back his teammates.

Pagliuca came up to restrain his teammates, but why was he stepping on Dunga's fingers?

At this moment, a sharp, piercing sound, exceeding the decibels of an airplane taking off and landing, came from the sideline: "Team Doctor!!!!!"