I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 349 Leicht's Trouble

September 2005, 9, Stamford Bridge Stadium, home team dressing room.

Ancelotti didn't even glance at the tactical board, but slowly looked at his players, and waited until the atmosphere was almost ready before speaking slowly.

"I have already issued a military order to the boss. If I don't win this game, I will leave. Last year he gave me a season. I only brought him back an FA Cup. This year he brought me a group of the best players in the world, including two world footballers. But we brought him and the fans nothing but shame."

"I don't want to say anything to boost morale. If someone feels that they have no fighting spirit, just pick up a newspaper and read it. The whole of England is talking about us... Sorry, my words are too mild. That's not discussion, it's a joke, or ridicule? Whatever it is."

"Everyone says we are here for the money, I don't deny that, but if there is a choice between money and honor, I would choose the latter without hesitation.

Some of you have never even touched a trophy - of course, if you take the Community Shield trophy as a trophy, I have not said anything, I can only say that we have no common language - and some of you have won everything that can be won. As for me, whether it is a player or a manager, I have stood at the top level, but I am not satisfied because I know that championships are addictive.

If you win the first time, you will want to win the second time. If you win the small one, you will want the big one. Community Shield, League Cup, FA Cup, League, Champions League, Club World Cup, once, twice, three times, four times.

I can accept failure, but not this failure. "

After finishing speaking, leave, close the door, and look chic.

The locker room was terribly quiet, only the shouts from outside could be faintly heard, and everyone seemed to be able to hear their own breathing and heartbeat clearly.

"Say something, Kaka." Unexpectedly, it was Terry who broke the calm.

He rubbed his face and looked at Kaka as if he wanted some strength from him.

It was obviously a very weak posture, but it made others recognize the captain for the first time.

It is said that only when you are in a low point can you distinguish between people and ghosts around you. Kaka is not a low point now, but many people can't wait to cover him with coffin boards, and Terry, who has the most reason to do so, not only did not make trouble, but chose to stand behind Kaka.

Regardless of whether the overall situation is important or with ulterior motives, Kaka will accept this kind of favor.

Kaka opened her closet and took out a dozen newspapers, which seemed to be dozens of copies.

"These things have been pushed on my bedside last night. I've been looking at them all night. Does anyone want to see them too?"

No one answered.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to read it, anyway, it's almost all about me, and you...don't even have the qualifications to be mentioned by them, are you angry?"

"The coach is right. Championships are addictive. I've won the league, the European Cup, the Toyota Cup, but I'm not satisfied, never will be."

After Kaka finished speaking, he threw the newspaper on the floor in the middle of the dressing room, then stepped on it and went out.

"Let's start the game."

……

"The game has begun."

"This is Chelsea's first Champions League game of the season. In addition to their opponent Anderlecht in this game, there are La Liga team Real Betis and Bundesliga team Schalke 04 in this group."

"Chelsea has encountered some difficulties recently, but the fans are still lingering and are shouting for the team crazily."

"Anderlecht played a 4-4-2.

Goalkeeper: Proto;

Defenders: Van den Borre, Deschachet, Deman, Tissinian;

Midfielders: Van der Haag, Gour, Welhelmsen, Gastrovic;
Forwards: Mpenza, Zetterberg. "

"Chelsea also played a 4-4-2 with a diamond in the middle and started very unexpectedly.

Goalkeeper: Petr Cech;
Defenders: Maicon, Lucio, Terry, Zambrotta;
Midfielders: Kaka, Joe Cole, Ribery, Essien;
Forwards: Torres, Van Persie.

Shevchenko, Figo, Makelele are all sitting on the bench, the young Ribery and Van Persie are reused, we don't know if this is a normal rotation or Ancelotti has completely lost trust in the veterans..."

Anderlecht serve.

I don't know why, but they feel their hearts are creepy.

These people on the opposite side seem to have a deep hatred with them. Although their expressions are very calm, they have been silent all the time, and they have not even communicated with each other. They seem a bit intrusive.

As soon as Mpenza passed the ball to Zetterberg, Van Persie and Torres pounced on them.

Zetterberg hurriedly passed the ball back, but Torres did not give up, and immediately turned to chase the football.

Van der Haj, who was waiting to catch the ball, hurried forward a few steps to get the ball, and quickly passed it across, but as soon as the football was passed, there was an exclamation from his teammates behind him.

"careful!"

"Kaka is here!"

Van der Haj looked up and saw that Kaka rushed between himself and Guer like a sharp arrow. The ball passed by him was stabbed by Kaka as soon as Guer got it.

Gul quickly turned around to chase, stretched out his right hand without hesitation, and caught Kaka's jersey.

But Kaka's momentum continued unabated, and he didn't fall to the ground. Instead, he ran faster and faster. Gul's hand slipped out before he could grasp the jersey.

Wilhelmsen sprinted diagonally and shoveled Kaka without hesitation.

He had clearly estimated the distance and even considered the amount of advance, but Kaka suddenly pushed the ball forward and accelerated again.

Wilhelmsen's toes almost shoveled Kaka's heels.

"Kaka is too fast! After stealing and dribbling, he rushed through half of Anderlecht's backcourt in an instant, and even Van Persie and Torres who were running in front were overtaken by him."

"Fuck me, it's really over, I really want to see the expressions of Torres and Van Persie."

"Kaka: I am so ruthless that I even surpass my teammates."

"Torres: Wake up! I am the striker! Come back to me!"

Kaka seemed to have heard his heart, and really came back, but it was just an emergency stop to pull the ball and turn around.

Belgian defender Van den Borre, who was sprinting towards Kaka, stepped on the emergency brake quickly, but he was too fast and slipped to the ground.

When he got up to chase after him, he couldn't even eat Kaka's fart.

Kaka stepped on the penalty area line with his left foot, suddenly slowed down, let the football roll forward for a while, and then accelerated to chase wildly.

This is a run-up shooting posture, but at this time in Anderlecht's penalty area, three defenders and a goalkeeper almost blocked all shooting angles, and considering Kaka's peeing, at least 80.00% of people thought this would be a fake move.

Perhaps in people's subconscious mind, they want to see Kaka's god-level performance after passing everyone and then pushing the empty goal, rather than such an early long-range shot to the end.

But Kaka really shot.

He originally wanted to shoot a volley with the front of the instep, but the moment he took the kick, he changed it to a volley from the outside of the instep.

The outer instep of the right foot hits the left side of the football, and the football draws an arc directly to the right and rushes towards the goal.

Deschachet was the only Anderlecht player who reacted. He dived towards the football defiantly, trying to block it with his head, but the football flew far faster than he expected and flew past him.

The football went straight to the corner, and the goalkeeper didn't respond.

Chelsea is not doing well recently, and Anderlecht fantasized about taking advantage of his illness to kill him before the game. Even if they can't take three points from Stamford Bridge, at least they will take away a draw.

But at the moment it seems that I think too much.

They are... very troubled right now.

(End of this chapter)