Dejan Lu sprinted wildly across San Paolo Stadium after scoring.
There was none of his usual restraint.
Amid the boos of San Paolo Stadium, Dejan Lu raced more than ninety meters to the away supporters' section near Milan's goal and raised one finger.
"I rarely see Dejan this fired up."
Charlton said with a smile.
"What a thoughtful guy."
Best said sourly.
He wanted an opponent like that too!
When Dejan Lu celebrated wildly, you might have been annoyed at the time, but at least it showed that scoring against you was worth celebrating.
It gave both the opponents and the fans an emotional boost.
Dejan Lu had clearly done it on purpose.
Otherwise, as usual, he would have spread his arms and waited for Totti to come celebrate with him.
The Little Prince was infected by the mood and ran all the way after Dejan Lu, leaping up and pumping his fists.
Buffon, finally able to join in, turned around as well, wildly pumping his arms and roaring.
The match had barely begun, yet the world had already been set ablaze.
"This is Dejan!!!"
"In crucial matches, Dejan never lets anyone down."
"From the very first second, Dejan has been in peak condition. We can tell he is serious today—he does not even want to give the opponents a throw-in."
Cruyff exclaimed.
It was not that he was criticizing Dejan Lu for usually being lax.
After all, no player could stay intensely focused for ninety minutes.
If Dejan Lu played like this today, he would probably be a mess in the next match.
He was completely treating a league match like a Champions League final.
Diego Maradona stood in his own half with his hands on his hips, his tongue pressing against his lower lip beneath his teeth.
Damn