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"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Inzaghi spread his arms and ran like mad.

A cathartic roar came from his mouth.

He dashed towards the south stand at San Siro, glancing at the Juventus bench.

On the Juventus bench,

the Old Golden Boy Piero smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The two of them could never go back to the days when they played with cameras in the locker room together.

It was ultimately a parting of ways; no more comrades in the world of soccer.

The devil's dream flutters like a butterfly; you are both my blessing and my bane.

Sometimes, a casual, thoughtless word can turn people into strangers forever.

"Hahaha, Inzaghi, oh Inzaghi."

"You really don't hide your emotions at all."

"The love and hate between Inzaghi and Piero, that's ancient history."

Zhang chuckled and said, "After Inzaghi transferred to Juventus in 1997, he got along quite well with Piero, after all, both were Italian forwards."