"Dejan!!!!!!!"
"Dejan Goal!!!!!!!"
"A signature Dejan-style goal!!!!!"
"I'd been wondering why Dejan kept using his right foot. With his coordination and two-footed ability, he could have controlled the ball with one foot and finished with the other. It wasn't until the ball went through Pagliuca's legs that I understood everything. Dejan wanted to beat two goals in one move!"
"This wasn't intentional humiliation of Milan's goalkeeper, but the self-cultivation of a top player. Between an ordinary second goal and passing through two sets of legs at once, Dejan chose the latter."
"The scales of victory have begun to tip. The first-leg win in the UEFA Super Cup is practically Sampdoria's."
Rossi shouted passionately.
The score was 2-2, but he did not think AC Milan would leave Ferraris Stadium smiling.
In matches where Dejan Lu played, he had never lost, let alone lost at home.
Baresi rested briefly with both hands on his knees.
Dejan Lu's repeated probing forced him to keep shifting his feet to set offside traps. On top of that, Dejan Lu often burst forward without warning, leaving him no choice but to turn with explosive force and follow.
That constant probing followed by sudden bursts had ultimately drained a great deal of his stamina.
More importantly, his mind was already under unbearable strain.
No one could maintain intense concentration for ninety minutes. Halftime was a good chance to recover.
But now the Milan captain realized he had no chance to catch his breath at all.
Even explosive attacking players would run once, rest for a while, then sprint again when they saw an opportunity.
But Dejan Lu gave him no such chance. The moment the ball reached Milan's half, he began probing relentlessly.
Baresi suspected that he would have to come off early today.
Well, he could