I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 32

In the 11th minute of the game, the Sao Paulo team relied on Kaka's free kick to take the lead. I don't know if it was because there was too much time or because they were confident.

Sao Paulo didn't shrink their heads to defend because they were leading by a goal, even if Alvarez stood on the sidelines and asked them to shrink their defense.

Not to mention whether the final is not the final, this is a derby that can be lost or not. It is a bit difficult for a group of young guys in their 20s to be beaten with their heads in their hands and not fight back.

Alberto Duari, the chairman of the Corinthians Club, and Carlos Barros, the big boss of the Sao Paulo Club, sat on the rostrum. Their attention had been completely absorbed by the game, and they had long since lost their demeanor of giving advice.

"The pace of the game is very fast. According to this situation, there will definitely be goals in this game. Now it depends on whether Sao Paulo will expand the lead or Corinthians will equalize the score first... Let's take a look at this ball. Lugano and Baptista passed it to Kaka. Kaka broke through. Oh~ Unfortunately, it was interrupted by Vampeta, and now Corinthians counterattacked..."

Vampeta is Corinthians' main defensive midfielder, a gift chosen by the Corinthians coach for Kaka. If it weren't for the free kick, Kaka wouldn't even have a chance to shoot today.

"La la la, are you here for a walk? Are you so scared that you want to pee your pants?" Vampeta, who broke the ball, did not leave immediately, but launched a low-end taunt at Kaka.

Kaka straightened his socks, stood up and walked slowly towards Corinthians' midfield.

"I heard that you just passed your 19th birthday? Young talent! But why did you meet me? It's a pity, a pity, this story is so sad." Vampeta's walking posture now looks very much like Materazzi before Zidane's headbutt, chatting with Kaka while walking backwards.

Kaka opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but after much deliberation, the only options in her mind were a few low-end lines such as "wait and see" and "don't be complacent", so she just shut up and didn't say anything.

He has always strictly demanded himself with the standards of a socialist successor. He has always been refined and easy-going. He even uses classical Chinese to swear.

I really want to give this bird man a curse of not bullying young people and being poor.

Kaka was frozen by Vampeta, and the opponent's midfielder was not much better, and was played to death by Baptista, who was much more fierce than Kaka, and almost played a real PK with Baptista.

The midfield was at a stalemate. When serving from the backcourt, they simply skipped the midfield and went directly to the striker. For a while, they had a bit of Premier League demeanor.

The first half of the game was gradually coming to an end. Everyone thought that the first 45 minutes would be like this. Alvarez had already started brewing chicken soup for the locker room in the midfield. Unexpectedly, the situation on the court changed suddenly.

The one who made the mistake this time was Cheney, the most stable captain in the Sao Paulo team. When he caught a ground ball, he dropped his hand, allowing the opponent's striker to score easily.

Not to mention Sao Paulo, even the Corinthians were stunned for a moment. Guilherme, who scored the goal, dared not believe this fact until after the goal whistle sounded, and ran directly to the sidelines to celebrate wildly.

"It's unbelievable. Corinthians tied the score in such a way. Sao Paulo has been able to go all the way to today. Cheney is a well-deserved hero, but his mistake just now may ruin the entire team's efforts for a season. Sao Paulo is in danger..."

The loyal Eagles fans beat the drums loudly, and finally there was a uniform shout of "Thank you Cheney".

Baptista comforted the sluggish Cheney, kicking the ball from the goal to the midfield.

A sign is raised on the sidelines, and 1 minute of extra time is added.

"We're lucky, huh?" Alberto Duari shrugged, with a mean smile on his face.

"It's good, but it's just a draw now," Barros also smiled, as if it wasn't his team that just scored a goal. "There are 45 minutes left, no one knows what will happen, right? But I still want to say, your players are too rough, really."

"Forget it, how are you going? Are you afraid that your No. 23 will be sent to the hospital? Tell me, who is making an offer now? Manchester United? Bayern? Or the Serie A team?"

Kaka is now the hottest newcomer in the state of Sao Paulo. There are not just one or two European giants who are eyeing him. The free kick in this game will at least increase the price of Sao Paulo by [-] to [-]%.

Not for sale?The future of the team?nonexistent.

Football is a business, and as long as the price is high enough, they can even sell themselves.

The more friendly the bosses communicate on the sidelines, the rougher the players on the court will act.

Within ten seconds of the restart of the game, Sao Paulo received a yellow card, and then Corinthians, not to be outdone, immediately applied for a yellow card.

The two sides had already begun to calm down, and the fans who were preparing to recharge their batteries for the second half also ignited the flames of war again, and the scene became more and more heated.

The referee put the whistle in his mouth, obviously wanting to end the first half of the game as soon as possible and move the extra time to the second half.

The scene is getting a little out of control.

But at this last moment, there was another disturbance on the field.

It was Sao Paulo who was hit again.

Their defensive team made no obvious mistakes, but they seemed a little absent-minded. Corinthians seized the opportunity, and a world wave from outside the penalty area directly penetrated the goal handled by Cheney.

"Guillerme! Guilherme! Guilerme scored twice! Corinthians took the lead in the last second of the first half! Oh, the bloody football! The shot was brilliant! If the last goal was luck, this one shows that Guilherme deserves any praise."

The members of the Sao Paulo team looked at each other and were a little bit at a loss. Fortunately, the first half of the game ended and there was still time for halftime to adjust them. Otherwise, with this mental state, they might be poured again in a short time.

But obviously, the halftime adjustment was useless.

At the beginning of the second half, most of the players couldn't even touch the ball, and the Corinthians fans had another chance to show their singing voice.

This has been defined by most people as a victory song.

In 5 minutes of the game, Corinthians pierced through the goal of Sao Paulo again, the score was 1:3, the gap was huge, but it was not to the extent of the end of the world, but the problem was... conceding three goals in a row.

"Is Sao Paulo's goal a piece of paper? This is not what a championship team should do! Sao Paulo's players are young, but this is not the reason for their mistakes! Alvarez trusts young people, and his boys have returned his trust, but now it seems that they still need to pay some price to really grow."

Alvarez did not sit still, and made continuous adjustments in the 10th and [-]th minute of the game.

Fabiano and Kaka are on the front line, Harrison and Franza are double attacking midfielders.

Corinthians, who had been holding high the banner of offense before, began to play a defensive counterattack very pragmatically.

After scoring a free kick, Kaka, who has been tightly restricted, lowered his head and said nothing. When he looked up again, all he saw were the stern expressions of his teammates.

This is no way.

"Do you want to buy a star card?"

Kaka looked at the system prompt that popped up, feeling a little complicated.

The star card is a bit special, its functions are very abnormal, but the restrictions are also very large.

5 honor points in exchange for half an hour of super god, it's hard to say whether this deal is worthwhile.

There are eleven talents and eleven skills in the system. If you remove those that are not necessary, you will need about a thousand honor points to get everything you want.

One thousand honor points, he didn't know that he would have to save them until the year of the monkey, and if he spent them on the star card, he probably wouldn't be able to save them for the rest of his life.

You don’t need to think about it, this thing is definitely addictive, and if you use it too much, your honor points will always be in a state of being unable to make ends meet, making you have to work harder to chase more honor.

But if you don't use it...the temptation is there, who the hell can resist not using it?

A thing to stimulate consumption, full of malice.

After confirming the purchase and closing the system interface, Kaka did not stand at the front with Fabiano, but retreated slightly, standing between Fabiano and Harrison.

If you insist on giving this position a name, it should be called Yingfeng, or number nine and a half.

Corinthians has been determined to defend, Sao Paulo has a lot of offensive opportunities, Kaka quickly received the ball.

Now is the No.70 minute of the game, and all Sao Paulo people are looking forward to a miracle, but everyone knows that the so-called miracle is really only theoretical.

However, just after receiving the ball with his right foot, Kaka sighed secretly.

"It's over."

"You're done."

(End of this chapter)