"The referee blew the whistle to the end of the first half. Fiorentina from Italy led our Real Madrid 2-0 away! This is a very favorable result for them. Even if they were tied by Real Madrid in the end, the advantage of two away goals could give them the lead in the group stage in the future!" The commentator of the Bernabeu sat in front of the microphone and spoke endlessly, expressing his views, desperately cheering the Real Madrid players. "There is still 45 minutes left before the end of the game. The young men of Real Madrid should cheer up. I believe you can definitely win the final victory!"

Lorenzo Sanz sat on the left side of the VIP box, his face looked quite bad. He probably was angry that his team was scored two goals in a row by Fiorentina in the first half of the game.

"Haha, it seems that Coach Bardano will be in trouble after this game." Zhuang Mingge looked at Sans, who was muttering in his mouth and didn't know what he was saying to his entourage around him, and smiled secretly in his heart.

The fifteen-minute halftime break passed quickly, and neither coaches made a substitution. Both coaches seemed to think that the ones put on the court were the best cards in their hands, and there was no need to make any extra changes.

After the start of the second half, Fiorentina did not try to keep the score until the end of the game by retreating and defending because of two goals. Ranieri, who did his homework before the game, certainly knew what kind of team Real Madrid was. Their offensive ability was far better than defense. At the same time, their midfielders did not have enough protection for the back line, so there was often a situation where the opponent's forward faced the defender directly. This is a common problem for ordinary Spanish teams, and this is naturally something that Fiorentina should make full use of in the next time.

So, from the beginning of the second half, Florence and Real Madrid fought a wonderful offensive and defensive battle.

However, Real Madrid's attacks are more of crosses after breaking through the wing, and in terms of defense, they rely more on the personal abilities of several defensive players; while Fiorentina is based on the defensive system that Ranieri has worked hard to build in the past two years, and then several midfielders launch a counterattack through quick passes, and finally handed over to Bati or Inzaghi to complete the shot.

Although Batistuta is a traditional center forward, his skills are not very poor when he was born and raised in Argentina. He can do balls or play some simple cooperation for his teammates, so his presence has attracted two Real Madrid centre-backs, leaving them with no time to fill up positions in other positions - everyone knows that this Argentine center forward has the ability to decide the game, and no one can bear the possible consequences if he is not guarded against him.

At his peak, Barty's physical fitness was indeed outstanding. Sangchis was originally a defensive player with excellent physical confrontation. However, he was in his thirties after all, and the rapid decline in physical confrontation ability was an indisputable fact. How could he compare with Barty at the peak?

As for Alcota... although he is also a good defender, he is only 1.79 meters tall and weighs only 74 kilograms. It is really difficult to fight Batistuta, who is 1.85 meters tall.

...

"Fiorentina intercepted the ball in the backcourt, Effenberg launched a long pass to counterattack! Damn, now there are only three of our players in Real Madrid's backcourt, and Batistuta is accelerating toward the point where the ball lands!"

In the 52nd minute of the game, Enrique's dribble was cut off by Lanna, and Fiorentina launched a quick counterattack on the spot!

Effenberg's long pass was very accurate and flew directly to Real Madrid's middle half. Inzagi's run attracted Alcota's attention and led him away from Batistuta; Flores and Shindo had just run to Fiorentina to participate in the offense and had not had time to return to defense, and are still running back desperately... Unconsciously, when Bati rushed towards the ball, only Manuel Sanchis was left to defend him from the front.

Seeing Batistuta sprint towards the ball landing point, Sanchis was also running towards the ball landing point. He knew that he was the only one who could stop Batistuta from moving forward. If he couldn't even stop the Argentine striker, then Real Madrid would basically declare three goals behind shortly after that, and there would be no suspense in the game...

So, this time, Sanches made up his mind to intercept the ball no matter what the price he paid!

Thinking of this, Sanchis rushed to the ball landing point more quickly, where he would usher in another confrontation with Batistuta.

Because Batistuta started before Sanchis, he was the first to arrive at the place where the ball landed.

Bati had just stretched out his foot and stopped the ball, and Sanchis rushed to the Argentinian from the front. He took advantage of Bati's unsteady in the process of stopping the ball and pretending to be unable to brake while running, and his shoulder hit Batistuta!

With Sanchis's sprinting power and Batistuta only had one foot to support his body at this time, in his opinion, even if he couldn't knock Bati out, he could at least knock the opponent down!

Sanchis's shoulder hit Batistuta's body, knocking the Argentinian to the ground!

"I'll just go, I'm actually playing tricks?" Seeing Sanchis's action, Zhuang Mingge stood up from his seat and shouted angrily, "If you can't play the game, you will start kicking people. Is this Real Madrid?"

On the other side, Sans's face turned red. Although sometimes he didn't care about his face, the Real Madrid player did such a thing in the game, which still made him, who claimed to be the noble and elegant Real Madrid man, feel a little uncomfortable.

Beep—The referee soon appeared at the crime scene, awarded Sanchis a foul and showed him a yellow card. After all, Sanchis's accident site was a certain distance from Real Madrid's penalty area, and Batistuta did not have an absolute chance to score. In Frisk's eyes, this was just a relatively bad tactical foul. A yellow card was enough to warn him.

After Frisk's punishment was over, the players and fans of both sides realized that the victim Batistuta was still lying on the lawn in pain and did not get up.

Only then did the Fiorentina players realize that something big happened. With Bati's physical fitness and some irrelevant minor injuries would not make him feel like he could not get up until now. He quickly surrounded his captain's position. The sharp-eyed Rui Costa also called the team doctor team on the sidelines.

After emergency treatment and examination by the team doctors, Thomas Carter had no choice but to sit at Ranieri, who was standing on the sidelines, a gesture that all the Fiorentine fans didn't want to see: Substitution! Then he carried Barty down from the field with a stretcher and prepared for further treatment.
Chapter completed!