Golden Greenery

That summer, during an ordinary student football summer camp game, the goalkeeper of the Aquizita Middle School in Padua Province was injured. The 13-year-old Francisco Toldo, who was the right back, wore the ball at the instigation of his peers. He put on the goalkeeper's gloves and made an impromptu cameo. Unexpectedly, he could never take them off again. Once he put them on, he would wear them for a lifetime.

On that day, Zhuo Yang was born in Xi'an, China.

There are many laments in world football about how good people can be better than good. Toldo and Buffon are undoubtedly a typical and famous pair. Toldo, who is seven years older, has been shrouded in the shadow of Buffon throughout his national team career. In his ten-year career with the national team, he was only in the second place. Except for Buffon's finger injury, he was the No. 1 in the 2000 European Championship. Toldo is mostly the goalkeeper in friendly matches in the Italian national team and has no records in other competition finals.

There were Pagliuca and Peruzzi before him, and the incredible Buffon behind him. The whole world could only say that Toldo was born at an untimely time.

The same is true even in Serie A. In the famous Serie A goalkeeper roulette transfer in the summer of 2001, Toldo came to Inter Milan. In fact, he was originally going to join Barcelona that season, and the contract was signed. If the move went through, Toldo would become the world's highest-paid goalkeeper at Camp Nou. However, the bankrupt Fiorentina secretly agreed to Parma with a higher transfer fee.

One woman married twice. As the La Liga transfer window closed, Toldo came to Meazza in anger. The second Serie A goalkeeper was the second, but the first was Buffon.

Starting from the 2001 season, Toldo made a huge contribution to the renaissance of Inter Milan. The goal he guarded was daunting to everyone. But in the past four years, Buffon has continuously monopolized the best goalkeeper in Serie A at Juventus. Are you not despairing? Toldo could only compete with AC Milan goalkeeper Dida for second place, which became a helpless consolation.

In fact, from the beginning of this season, the 35-year-old Toldo's position as Inter Milan's No. 1 goalkeeper has gradually given way to the new Brazilian Julio Cesar. Time and age are really cruel and painful. , Cesar, who is one year younger than Buffon, is becoming Meazza's new hope. To be able to start in the Champions League, Toldo relied on his rich European experience.

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Toldo was flying in front of the goal, and the fingertips of his left hand met the strange arc of the football in front of the upper left corner of the goal frame. With a crisp sound, the football changed direction and hit the outer edge of the crossbar before flying into the stands.

The first half ended immediately.

During the halftime break, Zhuo Yang finally understood: Toldo had taken control of his shooting pulse! Being old and not dying is a thief. The old thief is facing the demon king. Zhuo Yang was so depressed that he rubbed the mud on his lower back.

After the start of the second half, Santoldo continued to reject the Madibao people's attempts on the goal. Several vigorous offensives launched by Zhuoyang were all in vain.

In the 47th minute, Debich made a cross from the right, and Zhuoyang's right-footed shot from the right edge of the penalty area was held over the crossbar by Toldo with one hand. Shooting with lightning speed cannot cover the ears, and defending for a long time makes the hero burst into tears;

In the 51st minute, Recoba made a cross from the center and Stankovic shot a 25-yard shot from the left. The young central defenders of Westerman and Pengpeng did not leave any opportunities for their opponents in this game;

In the 52nd minute, Zhuoyang's 25-yard shot from the middle was confiscated by Toldo again, and the thunder instantly turned into a water that was far away;

In the 54th minute, Zhuoyang forced a breakthrough through the middle again and played a one-two with Gomez in the penalty area. Materazzi's hand touched the ball when he intercepted. The Musketeers shouted to the referee: Hands on, hands on...

However, the referee believed that Materazzi's arms were not open and the ball was in contact with his hands, so he waved away Madibao's request for a penalty kick.

In the fifth right corner kick, Zhuoyang headed the ball to Preuss, but his volley from 24 yards in the middle missed.

At this time, Recoba didn't want to play anymore. Unlike the last game, he didn't suddenly become discouraged, but he just couldn't stand being entangled by Mad Dog Rand. If you find the right opponent, Gou Ye is a defensive humanoid nuclear bomb on the field.

Specializing in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction, today Recoba is the dish on his plate.

Under Rand's intimidation and death-defying threats, Recoba was basically invisible, just like watching the game at home in Milan. In this case, even if he still wanted to kick Mancini, he refused. With a wave of the flag, the elegant middle-aged Italian sportsman replaced the 'Chinese boy' with Martins, just like the routine in the previous round.

A week ago, Martins came on the scene and made an immediate impact. An elusive shot allowed Madibo to defeat Meazza. However, one cannot always be lucky. This time, he failed to achieve immediate results. Instead, Madibo Seized the opportunity.

In the 57th minute, Zhuoyang made an impromptu breakthrough. Cambiasso's fork bone was almost broken. Luis Figo was also embarrassed. In desperation, Figo dragged Zhuoyang from behind. There is no other way. Going forward is a restricted area.

The two have a good relationship, and Zhuo Yang also understands that this is a normal tactical foul and has no harm. He took the hand from Figo and stood up with a smile. But the referee had no room for disgrace in his eyes, and a yellow card made Figo shrug his shoulders angrily.

The foul location was close to the right wing. For Zhuoyang, who had full frontcourt coverage and no blind spots, he was still within the range of his free kick. He knew it, and so did Toldo.

The toes of his left foot tapped on the ground behind him. Zhuo Yang carefully looked at the human wall and that damn Toldo. Various footwork arcs, various skill lines, and human walls of any length were not difficult for him. The only obstacle can only be the old Italian man in front of the goal.

This was Zhuoyang's fifth direct free kick of the game. Naturally, the first four were all in vain. In fact, for Toldo, Zhuo Yang is his preferred type of shooter. Although he is tricky and fast, he lacks suddenness, and he is demon enough but not ghost enough.

Toldo has saved Zhuoyang's free kick. He is confident enough to block Zhuoyang for the whole game. As long as the strongest point of Madibao is closed, others will not be afraid. Although there is a big age difference between them, the two have equal status in football. They have accumulated a lot of experience, and have experienced classics and new talents. This is a private duel between the two bosses, and it will not stop until there is a winner.

Toldo thinks so, and Zhuo Yang naturally thinks so too.

When the whistle sounded, the wall of five Inter Milan players stared nervously at Zhuoyang's running legs. The rest were waiting on the left side to squeeze each other and compete for position with the big men swarming from Madibao. But everyone knows that they are just spectators, and this moment is a duel between those two people.

Zhuoyang's right foot suddenly hit the lower side of the football, and the black, white and gold 'Team Star' streaked towards the sky like a ship-based missile that escaped from the shaft. The five human walls jumped up bravely, twisting their heads in the air and watching the football pass high to their left, aiming directly at the upper left corner of the goal.

Toldo chuckled: Come again~

He admitted in his heart that Zhuo Yang's free kick was perfect in terms of speed and arc, a work of art in football. so what? Toldo was already confident, and he had a clear view of all Zhuoyang's tricks.

The football bypassed the wall, and Tordo half-bent his knees. His center was still adjusted, and his whole body was ready to take off.

When the football was 11.5 meters away from the goal, it suddenly turned and headed towards the center of the penalty area.

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