I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 436 You Almost Guarded Me
"Maradona scored with his hands and got a world title; Kaka scored with his head and got a yellow card?"

"Me? Yellow card?" Kaka looked at the yellow card held up high in front of him, confused, "Reason?"

"Handball goal." Elizondo was also a little flustered, who knows how much courage it takes for him to make such a judgment.

It is no different now than later generations, and there is still VAR to assist, and it is not uncommon to reverse cases and change judgments. Now all judgments need to be judged by the referee team. He looked over from behind and saw that Kaka’s ball was indeed like the hand of God.

With Materazzi fanning the flames, Elizondo made what he thought was the correct penalty.

Going in would be 2-0, it would be icing on the cake for Brazil, it would add fuel to the flames of Italy, it would still be 1-0 if it didn’t go in, and Brazil would still lead. From the perspective of reducing influence, calling fouls is obviously the best choice, but the target of the penalty is a superstar like Kaka. The huge reputation and fan base are bound to make all the details of this shot be dug out. The thought flashed in an instant, resulting in a yellow card that should not have appeared.

Considering Elizondo's nationality, conspiracy theories will never run away, but at least at this moment, Elizondo insists that he is on the side of justice, but seeing Kaka's expression, he feels a little flustered again.

He believed in his own eyes, but he didn't dare to doubt Kaka's character...

The players of the Italian team are also in a similar mood.

From the point of view of most of them, they actually thought that Kaka had handballed, but everyone saw Kaka celebrating.

Even if they are enemies, they all believe in Kaka's character. If the goal is not scored, he will not be able to celebrate...

Most of the ball was a misjudgment.

Kaka took a deep breath, "You can ask Buffon if I have a handball."

"No, I see it very clearly." Elizondo was actually a little timid. Although his tone was tough, his attitude was somewhat softened. "It is impossible to take back the cards that have been drawn. Don't cause trouble, Kaka."

Kaka considered all the possibilities in an instant, but found that he had no other choice but to swallow this bitter fruit.

Can't you just raise your fist like Adelaide?

"Am I causing trouble?" A smile appeared on Kaka's face, but there was no trace of warmth. "Be prepared for the wind and rain after the game, Mr. Referee."

"That's for later, what I have to do now is to make sure the game goes on."

"hope so."

"Kaka walked away. Unfortunately, a good goal was blown away. FIFA must explain this yellow card."

"Let's continue to watch the replay, thanks to the high-tech, the high-definition sports camera on the sidelines clearly told us that Kaka's right hand is at least five centimeters away from the football!"

The sensation caused by this ball outside the court was much greater than that on the scene. As the game continued, the audience in the stands gradually came out of the penalty just now, but the audience watching the live broadcast were still discussing.

"This is the end? Is Kaka so cowardly? Doesn't even have one-tenth of Ade's blood?"

"You are bloody, you go to be a referee, everyone will donate air tickets for you."

"Strike! I'm afraid of Mao!"

"I'm so pissed off, why are the Brazilian team so calm? Just watching Kaka being bullied like this?"

"Oh my god, looking at Matt's trash, I really want to punch him."

"Calm down, look at the reaction of the Brazilian team. If the goal is not replayed, everyone will think it is a handball."

"Can't the lineman see it?"

"Who told you that the line judge will definitely be able to see it?"

"My brain told me, but unfortunately your brain didn't tell you, oh sorry you have no brain..."

This turmoil has little impact on Brazil, but it has caused a big blow to Italy. At least the defense line does not dare to press so high, and the midfielder does not dare to press so far.

The game was once again under the control of the Brazilian team, but the impact of Adelaide's sending off was still there, especially when Pereira sent Robinho off and replaced him with Gilberto Silva, which made Brazil's defense feel at ease. At the same time, Brazil's offensive power declined again. Only by relying on Kaka's sudden and quick attack just now could the Italian defense be torn apart.

The battle between the two sides mainly took place in the midfield. It was not until 10 minutes later that Kaka rushed out from the double-teaming of Gattuso and Pirlo again, and dribbled the ball straight to Huanglong.

Materazzi immediately rushed over to Kaka from the front.

Ade, who was watching the live broadcast in the locker room shirtless, could not help but sit up straight.

There was booing immediately in the stands, and the bar outside the stadium, the live comment area on the Internet, etc., also became more lively.

"Made is finally here! If I can't get past Materazzi this time, I will immediately lose my fan, and Kaka will be black forever from now on!"

"Huh? Materazzi really dare to go? Alone?"

"What alone? Gattuso and Pirlo are behind! Camoranesi is also here!"

"Chuck him! Avenge Ade!"

Materazzi ran halfway before realizing that Grosso hadn't come out with him.

Ronaldinho was almost running parallel to Kaka. How dare Grosso let him go, he had already gone to mark, Cafu on the other side also came up, and Zambrotta couldn't pull his shot. As for Cannavaro, he was naturally in love with Ronaldo.

Frontal interception can only rely on Materazzi himself, and counseling is useless.

This guy naturally knew what would be the result of rushing up to a one-on-one foolishly, and began to slow down from a distance, waiting for Gattuso, Camoranesi and others to come and attack, and at the same time began to shoot.

"Hey, say hello to you..."

Before the words fell, Kaka had brought the ball to him, and the football was passing through his crotch quickly.

Materazzi immediately clamped his feet subconsciously while turning his head back.

But he missed the ball under his feet, and there was no shadow of the football behind him.

"Crash! Kaka pierced the crotch... Oh! The ball was taken back!"

"Kaka moved too fast! The moment the football was about to pass between Materazzi's legs, he pulled it back with his toes! This kind of quick stepping on the ball and pulling the ball is the most common action on the indoor football field, but few people use it on the 11-man field, because the lawn has greater resistance and is not comfortable...Again?"

Materazzi immediately turned his head back and blocked the ball at Kaka's feet.

Kaka stepped on the ball and swung forward.

The football finally passed through Materazzi's block honestly this time.

"Materazzi: Is it so difficult for me to be worn in the crotch?"

"Unhappy, beg Kaka to turn around and live again."

"Hey, did you really turn around?"

Kaka was not that showy, he turned around after passing the ball to Ronaldinho.

Before Materazzi could speak, a word of Italian was thrown lightly.

"Come on, you almost stopped me."

(End of this chapter)