I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 351 Even I'm Scared

The goal was celebrated on the field, but Ancelotti sat between Falcao and Sneijder off the field, giving orders.

"Watching the video is completely different from the experience on the spot. What Kaka is doing now is what you should be doing. You can pass the ball, and you can also pass the ball well. Your talent in dispatching and organization is even better than Kaka, but in the actual game, you can't even do one-tenth of his... I know what you want to say, Wesley. It is true that not every player is Kaka. He has experienced more finals than you have seen live. But Chelsea has no time for you to grow slowly. To be honest, in my plan, yours The main competitions should be insignificant games like the FA Cup and the League Cup, and you will appear in the league and the Champions League as the main players at least a year later, but Kaka said that you can perform more important tasks in important games."

He said and glanced at the two of them, "I don't believe what he said, but I can give you a chance, and it's up to you whether you can grasp it."

Strictly speaking, neither of them is a recruit. One has become famous in Brazil, and the other is also famous in the Eredivisie. Falcao has been in the Premier League longer than Ancelotti, but facing the competition from Makelele, Figo, Joe Cole and others, they are undoubtedly lagging behind.

Ancelotti's move to start Van Persie, Ribery and Essien in this game was already quite controversial. If Falcao and Sneijder were reused in the future, and the two were not able to support the wall with mud, it is estimated that An Fatty's good reputation will be destroyed by more than half.

The game continues.

After this goal, the Anderlecht players felt that they had lost their minds about Chelsea's style. To be honest, they would rather face this team style of play than face the wave of genius when Kaka scored the first goal.

But Chelsea's style has changed again.

Kaka is still the core of the group offensive, but the rhythm is significantly accelerated.

Franck Ribery's speed is bad, Joe Cole's skills are delicate, and Kaka has both. The three of them fly in three directions, tearing through Anderlecht's defense line through dazzling fast passes.

It seems that it was just a rehearsal just now, and now it is the real guy.

"Chelsea seems to have become a new team. Kaka no longer fights alone, but chooses to organize the whole team. The effect is obvious..."

"The Brazilian midfielder is too versatile. He can be an organizer or a finisher. You never know what he will do in the next second. It is impossible to imagine if there is another commander like Kaka in Chelsea's team. If Kaka is liberated, what kind of power this team will explode."

"So I think there is a problem with Chelsea's summer signings. They could have had better choices, such as Cesc Fabregas, Harvey Alonso, Riquelme, etc., but they chose young people like Sneijder and Ribery. It is really inexplicable."

"Kaka and Ribery switch positions! Ribery cuts in! False shot is real pass! Kaka takes the ball from the side and makes a long pass at a 45-degree angle!"

Kaka was looking for Torres, and the football drew an exaggerated line around the defender and flew to the right side of the goal.

Torres arrived quickly and was about to jump to head the ball, but the goalkeeper got ahead of him and sent the ball flying with his fist.

"It's too thrilling. If Torres is half a second faster, or the arc of the pass is one centimeter larger, the score may become 3-0. The goalkeeper's fist almost hit Torres in the face."

Tony looked up to the sky and sighed.

Chelsea's offensive has been fierce, and Anderlecht will definitely not be able to defend, but they can't play against them if they want to play against each other.

Franck Ribery, Joe Cole and Kaka took up a lot of time with the ball, Maicon, Lucio and Zambrotta three guards with knives can only be honestly behind as guards, the 40-meter long knives are useless.

Although three-quarters of Chelsea's back line is new, but four of them are football powerhouse international players, with top talents, skills and experience, plus an interception range of Essien covering almost the entire second half, the Belgian team has no place to talk.

However, Maicon seized every possible opportunity to express himself.

In the 301st minute of the game, Mpensa's pass was blocked by Essien. Essien was about to make a long pass, but found that Wilhelmsen had come forward to block it, so he could only pass the ball back to Terry.

Zeitberg immediately stepped forward to press, Terry stopped the ball and turned around, and then passed back.

Cech took two steps forward and kicked the ball to Maicon on the right.

Maicon took the ball and left, rushed across the halfway line in one breath, met Gastrovic intercepted and made a one-two with Kaka, and continued to move forward.

Franck Ribery saw that his territory and job had been robbed, so he could only move to the middle lane depressedly, and Kaka, who was supposed to be in the middle lane, had sneaked into the penalty area secretly.

Tisinian, who was about to fight Maicon, was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Kaka, and quickly followed him to stand by his side. Suddenly, Maicon was unimpeded, and he came to the bottom line with ease, and completed a comfortable cross from the right.

The football fell in front of the goal. Van Persie, Torres and two defenders fought together. As a result, the football flew out crookedly and landed in the middle of the penalty area.

Kaka came to the front of the football in two or three steps, made a gesture to hit the goal, cheated Tisinian next to him, and at the same time tapped the ball lightly with his heel to the left side of the penalty area.

Ribery hit the ball and shot angrily.

"Maicon, Van Persie, Kaka... Ribery! Goal! The football flew into the bottom right corner of the goal against the turf! After Van Persie opened his scoring account, the Frenchman also scored his first goal in Chelsea! 32 minutes, 3-0, almost every 10 minutes! It's hard to imagine that the same team only scored two goals in the previous three games..."

Franck Ribery rushed to the sidelines excitedly, probably because the happiness came too suddenly. He didn't think of what action to use to celebrate for a while. He just ran around blindly. When he ran past Joe Cole, he was pulled a little before he realized it. He turned around and hugged Joe Cole fiercely, patting him on the back constantly.

It was supposed to be a very festive scene, but the excited expression coupled with the scar on his face made it look a bit hideous no matter how you looked at it.

Especially after Kaka, Van Persie and Torres also ran up together and hugged him to celebrate, the contrast was even more obvious.

Everyone sympathized with Ribery for a while.

With your honor, how much courage do you need to stay in this team...

The coach of Anderlecht turned pale, and called all the defenders on his side, sprayed at them with red eyes, and Ancelotti on the other side was really relieved at this moment, and relaxed to celebrate with the players on the bench.

Abu appeared in the camera.

The rich Russian is applauding reservedly, with just the right smile on his face, as if everything is insignificant, and everything is as it should be.

"Okay, guys," Kaka patted Ribery on the shoulder again, and then shouted to his teammates, "Defend well in the backcourt, and keep attacking in front, but be careful not to conflict with the opponent. I would rather give up some balls than get hurt."

Kaka's reminder is justified. After the game continued, Anderlecht's actions were obviously much bigger, and sometimes they even deliberately provoked Chelsea players. However, under the support of the home fans and the strong suppression of the referee, the unhealthy trend died down after only a few rounds, and the first half ended.

The home players walked into the player tunnel amidst the cheers of the fans. Every Blues player had a cheerful smile on his face. The gloom of the previous days had long since disappeared.

The sun began to shine on Stamford Bridge.

"Everyone is doing a good job. It seems that I can refund the plane ticket to fly back to Italy first." An Pang was still in the mood to joke first. "We will reduce the number of people on the front line in the second half, but this does not mean that I want to slow down the attack. Listen, I have no grudges with Anderlecht, but we need a crazy game to announce something to the outside world. You know what I mean?"

"Don't worry, boss, the Belgians will leave London crying today!"

"Goal goal goal goal! Big win big win big win! I think I can score two more!"

"Coach, I strongly recommend that Frank be replaced. I bet there must have been some audience crying for him just now."

"Crying? Because of me? Why?"

"Should it be sensed by your expression?"

"Moved? Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, anyway, I'm definitely not saying that they are ugly by you!"

"... Wesley! Don't run away!"

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble, you two don't get too carried away, there are still 45 minutes left in the game."

Terry stopped the two of them, and Kaka also came to Ribery's side, pointed to the hideous scar on his face, and said in a low voice: "Frank, haven't you thought about dealing with it? With the current medical technology, even if it can't be completely removed, it can be lightened a lot, right?"

Franck Ribery was in a car accident when he was two years old. The scars on his face were left at that time. Even if it wasn't the biggest pain in his life, it certainly wasn't a good memory. With his current financial resources, he should be able to go for plastic surgery.

Ribery shook his head.

"No, I won't touch this scar. That car accident changed my life, made me cherish my life and career even more, and made me focus on football, Kaka. Compared to your pretty face, I envy you for winning so many championships.

You may not know, I have thought countless times, if one day I can be like you, standing on the highest stage, defeating one after another powerful opponents, winning one after another championship, that is definitely the most wonderful feeling in the world. "

Kaka smiled and thumped his chest, "There is a chance."

……

At the beginning of the second half of the game, the Anderlecht players should have been fed a lot of chicken soup in the locker room. They rushed very hard as soon as they served, and Chelsea was actually suppressed.

But it was only temporary. After two rounds, the game entered Chelsea's control again.

This time it was Essien who served as the single midfielder and brought Chelsea fans a big surprise. Not only did he rely on a burst of frenzy to stop Anderlecht's offense, but he also completed a long-distance attack in the middle with the ball himself.

Dribble the ball for 50 meters, pass two opponents, and then hand the ball to Kaka on the penalty area line.

Although Kaka ran to him, he didn't expect Essien to pass the ball at all. However, the football that rolled over suddenly didn't make him flustered.

The soccer ball flies towards the goal in a parabola.

It was an unexpected shot. Even Kaka himself didn't think of doing it before hitting the goal. Not to mention the goalkeeper, even the defender in front of Kaka didn't respond.

The result is to see the football lightly entering the net from the upper right corner of the goal like a joke.

The whole world is confused together.

Anderlecht's goalkeeper Proto looked at the goal, then at Kaka, with question marks in his eyes.

He was still wondering if something was wrong, how could there be two footballs on the field?

Huh?Why is the football under Kaka's feet missing?
"This... the ball went in like this?"

"...Kaka, the ball went in?" Essien was the one who knew what happened on the court, but he couldn't react right now.

"It seems so?"

"So... I got an assist?"

"should be."

"F*ck, shit, shit!" Torres ran over like crazy, shaking Kaka's shoulder excitedly, "You just shot like this? Did you score like this?"

His words cut like knives at the Anderlecht defender.

Every word and knife, blood dripping.

Kaka softened his body and let Torres sway, and said with a smile: "Don't ask me, you may not believe it, the football flew into the goal by itself, and I actually wanted to pass the ball to your head."

"...Brother," Torres pointed to the right side of the goal, and then pointed to his position just now, "Do you know the distance between these two positions?"

"Are you laughing at my poor passing skills?"

"No," Torres also put on a serious face, "I'm praising you for your accurate shooting."

"That's right," Kaka nodded shamelessly, "I'm even afraid of myself."

"I don't know how to evaluate this ball. I can only say that genius ideas always challenge the limits of our imagination..."

"Honestly, I even thought Kaka was clearing Anderlecht, or that some Chelsea player we didn't notice was running there, but it turns out that some people don't even need to see the goal when they shoot."

"A high and slow lob shot. If Proto was prepared, he could even light a cigarette before picking the ball up. But there are no ifs in the world, only results, and the result is that Kaka threw the football into the opponent's goal like a three-pointer from 17 meters away from the goal. Whoosh! A beautiful fadeaway jumper, isn't it?"

"Who can tell me, is Kaka's expression just now more ignorant than the goalkeeper?"

"Impossible. Kaka said that everything is in my plan. I calculated the shooting route before the football passed from Essien's feet. Even the expression after the shot was designed in advance."

"I believe it."

"I just want to know how big the hole in my head is to suddenly hang such a kick at the goal at that time?"

"It must be at least the size of a football, right?"

……

This goal was a fatal blow to Anderlecht.

The gap of four goals, one of which is more depressing than an own goal, and kicking a fart.

Ancelotti started to make substitutions, Sneijder for Van Persie who scored the second goal, and Falcao for Essien who accidentally picked up an assist.

In this way, Chelsea almost completely gave up the defense of the midfield area, and put all the pressure on the back line.

Anderlecht seized the opportunity and scored a face-saving goal in the No. 601 minute of the game.

But it has been to no avail.

Less than 5 minutes after they scored, Sneijder tore through the defense with a through ball, giving Torres a single-handed chance.

Toniu passed the goalkeeper very calmly and was about to push the ball into the empty goal. Who knew that Van den Borre returned to the defense very quickly and brought down the Spanish striker from behind.

There is nothing to say about this kind of ball, and the red dot package is well received.

What is ironic is that Kaka and Torres gave way to each other in the face of a penalty kick.

Kaka wants him to seize the opportunity created by himself and complete the shot that he failed to complete just now.

And Torres wanted to help Kaka complete a hat-trick and draw a successful conclusion to his first victory at Stamford Bridge.

Kaka thought for a while and nodded.

The big deal is to return him a hat-trick in the future.

On that day, Chelsea beat Anderlecht 5-1 to get off to a good start in the Champions League.

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