I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 409 Who Is The Girl?
There are not many tricks that can be played on corner kicks, and they are basically one-time transactions. After people are prepared, they will not work.

Kaka wanted to shoot directly from a corner kick.

When there are no defenders in the penalty area and no goalkeeper in front of the goal, he has at least an [-] to [-] percent chance of hitting the ball into the dead corner when he shoots like this, but when there are people, it depends on luck.

Toldo stood in the middle of the goal, but instead of sticking to the goal line, he was slightly outside.

This makes it very difficult to play from the back, because to get around the goalkeeper, you have to have an arc that is exaggerated to the sky.

So Kaka chose the front point.

The inside of the right foot touches the ball, and one foot arcs inside.

Torres at the previous point thought it was passed to him, jumped high, stretched his neck and rubbed it, only to find that he was completely self-indulgent, and the ball flew directly towards the goal.

Toldo was also taken aback, and immediately rushed over, but he had already blocked the upper right corner of the goal with his hands and did not see the football hitting it.

"Kaka shot directly, the football hit the intersection of the crossbar and the goal post, Stankovic made a big clearance, Adriano took the ball in the half court and turned around successfully! Essien was blocked behind!"

Ade rushed all the way, Maicon and Lucio ran out, Zambrotta also ran away from the defense zone, but he was facing Robben.

The rest of Terry naturally followed Drogba.

Three against four.

As if Ade didn't see the yelling Robben, he quickly approached Maicon and Lucio.

The three Brazilians fought hand to hand, and Adelaide directly poked the ball.

Maicon and Lucio couldn't close the door in time, and the football flew through them.

Ade walked from Lucio's side. Lucio stretched out his hand to pull him, barely pinching a corner of his clothes, but Ade broke free with a light force.

After Maicon turned around and chased for two steps, he fell to the ground and shoveled without hesitation.

Swept the football first, and then kicked Adelaide's foot.

Ade fell to the ground, and the referee whistled.

"Red card!"

"Flip!"

"Red card! Malicious foul!"

The referee ran to the place of the foul.

He was still in Inter Milan's penalty area a moment ago. When Maicon tackled the ball, he had just run across the half-court panting. He couldn't see clearly from behind. After referring to the line referee's opinion, he reached for his pocket.

Terry rushed up and pressed his hand, "Mr. Referee, we didn't foul, he went for the ball."

Maicon also hurriedly got Adela up, looking like a good brother.

"Let go." The referee glanced at Terry and waved to Maicon again, "Come here."

Maicon came over and looked at the referee pitifully.

Hand out, a yellow card.

The Chelsea people breathed a sigh of relief.

Mourinho on the sidelines was dissatisfied, and kept whispering in the ear of the fourth official.

A free kick more than 40 meters away from the goal, Ballack, Drogba, and Adriano stood in front of the penalty spot together.

This battle is exaggerated enough.

"Inter Milan only left Robben in the penalty area, and it seems that they intend to shoot directly."

"It's a bitch! It's a bit dangerous. Didn't Vichy perform a free-kick hat-trick?"

"Brother, that's called Mikhailovich."

"That is not bad."

"What a JJ, this Vichy free kick is also very explosive, okay?"

Not only Stankovic, but also the other three muscular men in Inter Milan have a long-range shot, which makes the five-man wall in front of them somewhat uncomfortable.

The whistle blew, Ballack and Drogba ran up together, and in the end Drogba kicked the ball to the side, and then Adelaide followed and hit the goal with his left foot.

The momentum of this football is quite amazing, but it is a pity that there is a lot of thunder and little rain, and it flies high into the stands.

As the free kick came back in vain, Inter Milan never played an effective attack again. Chelsea continued to attack and bombard Inter Milan in the half, but failed to overtake the score.

The nine 10-minute game ended quickly and entered overtime.

Both sides did not enter the locker room, and sat directly on the court after replenishing water on the sidelines, forming a circle.

The two head coaches stood in the circle, making final arrangements.

"Don't think about penalties! We have to settle the battle in overtime!" Ancelotti's voice was low, and the players had to concentrate all their energy to hear his words. "We were the ones who had the upper hand in the 10 minutes. There is no defense that cannot be broken in the world. We survived the most difficult stage, and we will definitely win!"

"That's right! We can win!" Terry also shouted, "Leave the defense in the back to us, as long as we score one more goal, we can win this game!"

Figo, who had already been replaced, also sat in the team and nodded, "The extra time is actually about spirit, will and physical strength. This is the strength of German football and Italian football, but we are different. There is no soft guy in our team. We will stand on the highest podium."

"Kaka?"

The captains and vice captains had finished speaking, but the third captain didn't seem to move his mouth, so Ancelotti simply called the roll.

Kaka sat on the ground, propped his hands back, and stretched his legs straight. After hearing An Pang call his name, he moved in the circle and raised his right foot, "Desperate!"

Everyone laughed and imitated his appearance, and put their feet together.

Eighteen legs were lifted up and formed a circle.

"One! Two! Three! Must win!"

Compared with Ancelotti's spiritual encouragement, Mourinho cares more about the actual game safety.

"Kaka and Joe Cole will definitely strengthen dribbling, because Ballack, Stankovic and Cambiasso are all carrying yellow cards. They will definitely take advantage of this, so I will replace Stankovic and Cambiasso. Ballack, I remind you again, you must be careful and careful when defending! Whether it is being pierced by the crotch or the rainbow, hold me back! Don't take cards!" Very difficult.

Mourinho's concerns are justified, Kaka went straight to Ballack at the beginning of the game.

"Kaka dribbles in the midfield and rides a bicycle in front of Ballack! His feet are so fast that he can't even see his shadow!"

Ballack stood in front of Kaka and was swayed from side to side like a tumbler. When Kaka stepped on the seventh time, he suddenly dialed the ball and flew past him to the left.

Ballack stretched out his foot instinctively, but unfortunately the football had already passed, and Kaka's men were halfway past, and he happened to hit Kaka's right foot that was dragging behind.

Kaka threw himself forward, but fortunately he reacted quickly and supported it with both hands, otherwise he would be an ugly dog ​​gnawing mud.

The whistle sounded, and the referee ran over immediately.

The Chelsea fans on the sidelines immediately began to exert pressure, and the Inter Milan fans were not to be outdone, and loudly supported.

"Red card! Red card!"

"Dive! Dive!"

The referee hesitated, didn't take out the card, but gave Ballack a verbal warning.

Barak didn't know if he listened, but he nodded honestly, but he choked, "I'll pay attention, but I'm afraid that some people will fall down at the touch of a woman."

Kaka stood up, glanced at him blankly, and set the ball in silence.

It was also a free kick almost 40 meters away.

Ancelotti waved wildly on the sidelines, allowing Essien and Lucio to also enter the penalty area to prepare for the top fight, leaving only three people in the penalty area to prevent Inter Milan from counterattacking.

The audience fell silent, and all cameras were aimed at Kaka.

His hair was already messed up, and his body was covered with various mud and sweat stains. He couldn't match his usual demeanor, only his gentle eyes vaguely made people see his usual gentle and jade-like appearance.

The referee pointed to the wall, pushed them back almost one meter, and then looked at both sides, "Are you ready?"

Toldo stretched out his hand, signaling that the preparations were complete.

Kaka took a deep breath, and suddenly stepped back, fully retreating ten meters away before nodding to the referee.

"With such a run-up distance, there is no doubt that he will shoot directly. Kaka has taken eight free kicks in this game, but only three of them hit the goal frame. The foot feel should not be very good. I don't know if this ball can create miracles."

"The atmosphere at the scene was really tense, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath."

Of course, it is impossible for everyone to hold their breath. The actual situation is just the opposite. It seems that there is only the sound of breathing left in the audience. Even the Inter Milan fans seem to have forgotten to use noise to disturb Kaka.

Kaka tapped his toes to the ground, took a few quick steps on the spot, and then took small steps for a run-up. Then his steps became bigger and bigger, and his speed became faster and faster. When he came to the football, his speed finally reached the maximum, and his spirit seemed to have reached its peak.

The left foot landed on the left side of the football, the right foot swung back as far as it could go, and then slammed it hard.

The football flew straight towards the goal like being hit by a battering ram.

Kaka's whole body was driven by the power of his right foot, and he jumped up half a meter before falling down.

The football circled the wall and flew towards the corner flag, but turned back after entering the penalty area, and drilled into the upper left corner of the goal to Toldo's dumbfounded.

Several Inter Milan players lined up on the wall turned their heads to look at the goal, then turned back blankly and looked at Kaka.

Kaka walked in front of them and looked at Barack, "Now, who is the bitch?"

As soon as the referee blew the goal whistle, he thought Kaka was going to make trouble, so he ran over quickly.

Kaka didn't let him go in vain, took off his jersey, turned around and rushed to the sidelines.

The referee shook his head with a wry smile, and showed a yellow card to Kaka's back.

Kaka threw the crumpled jersey high into the sky before lying on his back on the ground.

So fucking cool.

(End of this chapter)