It's exactly the same as Chu Jiang expected!

rush!

Milito rushed forward like a shark smelling blood.

This is his instinct as an excellent shooter!

rush!

Chu Jiang raced against time and used all his strength to run wildly!

No one wants to give up this ball, and no one can give up!

If Milito grabs the football, he can complete the final victory and directly send Inter Milan to the championship podium.

If Chu Jiang grabs the football, he can save the team again and retain the suspense of the game again!

Faced with such an opportunity, no one can back down!

"Bang!"

The two figures quickly collided!

"Finally I got it!"

A second before Milito's foot hit the football, Chu Jiang finally rushed to the football. However, Milito's body hit Chu Jiang soon!

pain!

Two people who were moving forward at high speed collided with each other without giving in. This time, Chu Jiang suffered a lot!

“b—”

The referee's whistle blew and he interrupted the game.

"Are you okay?"

Milito stood up first, walked to Chu Jiang who was lying on the ground, stretched out his hand, and asked apologetically.

Chu Jiang's arm was so painful that he had no time to pay attention to him.

"Stop being fucking hypocritical, why don't you let it go!"

Palonbo ran over angrily and slapped Milito out of the distance!

Seeing Chu Jiang injured, Palonbo felt very, very angry!

Chu Jiang is the soul of Sampdoria and is their hero in this game. Now, seeing Chu Jiang get hurt to protect the goal makes Palonbo feel very heartbroken and full of anger.

The same emotions are also accumulated in the hearts of every Sampdoria fan.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The boos in the sky sounded like a storm, and instantly filled the entire court.

Sampdoria's team doctor brought a medical box and rushed into the stadium immediately without waiting for Cavacin's orders, trotted to Chu Jiang to check his injuries.

"I didn't mean it, I've stopped it!"

Milito defended himself.

"***Not intentional, you're just shit!"

Palonbo was filled with righteous indignation!

Not long after, Ziegler, Poly, Biabiani and others arrived one after another and surrounded Milito.

At the same time, Inter Milan players also ran over.

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Chapter completed!