I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 36

The tactical quality of the Brazilian team cannot be said to be poor, it can only be said to be relatively average. The most important thing in offense is the personal performance of the stars.

So total attack and total defense are almost non-existent in Brazil. The most common tactic here is "quietly watching you pretend to be aggressive"...

Of course, the so-called relying on personal ability does not mean that others hide behind and call 666 when someone is dribbling the ball. It means that their overall tactical awareness is not strong, and they will not connect the entire team together like Barcelona.

Kaka was the core of this attack, Fabiano shared the defensive pressure in the penalty area, Harrison and Franza responded from the rear and left respectively, and the others just watched them perform silently.

Facing the aggressive Corinthians defender, Kaka had no doubt that the opponent came over with the malicious intention of letting him pass the ball. He was sure to pass the opponent, but he chose to pass the ball just in case.

"Kaka didn't break through, but gave the ball to Franza on the other side. Franza didn't stick the ball, but gave it to Harrison. Harrison passed an overhead ball, Kaka! Beautiful stop! Passed! It was a work of art! He didn't even look up..."

After Kaka passed the ball, he kept running forward, and then the ball flew over his head and fell. He didn't stop at all, but the speed dropped slightly, and he stretched out his right foot.

As if the football was sucked by Kaka's feet, it was unloaded lightly without even a little rebound. By the way, Matthews used a fake move to shake off the oncoming defensive player and came to the penalty area.

"This sense of rhythm..." Falcao, who came back from the outside to watch the Kaka final, couldn't help but say something in a tone full of admiration.

"Yes! It's the sense of rhythm!" Old Fred stretched out his hand and patted his thigh, "I'll tell you what's different, this little guy's sense of rhythm is so good!"

"This kind of progress is too terrifying." Falcao said.

"No, no, no," Fred shook his head. "His progress is there, but it's definitely not that exaggerated. This game... shot! Oh, oh! Wonderful goal! He did it! Fourth!"

Several people jumped up, gave each other a high-five, and then jumped and jumped with the crowd.

Sanchez shouted: "Hey! Guys, I've been meaning to say this for a long time. Didn't you realize it? Actual combat! Kaka's actual combat is very strong! He is a natural Mr. Big Scene! There are so many people, I just think about it. There are so many eyes looking at me and my legs tremble, but he is getting more and more excited."

"Practical ability? A big player?" Falcao nodded thoughtfully, "That's the only way to explain it."

Kaka hit the wall with Fabiano at one step in the penalty area, but he didn't stop the ball passed back by Fabiano, but directly raised his foot and shot angrily.

The football draws an arc straight to the dead corner.

The stadium is divided into two extremes, one side is as quiet as a dead zone, and the other side is roaring with tsunami.

The streets and alleys of Sao Paulo were like demons dancing wildly, with various cheers and whistles coming and going.

"The goal is scored! The goal is scored! Four to three! Sao Paulo has created a miracle! Kaka has created a miracle! This is a lore!"

"Perfect goal! Kaka scored a hat-trick at the end of the game and he had an assist. This is the final and he just turned 19..."

"Kaka has once again become the key man of Sao Paulo, he is the hero of this city, the last person who can create such a miracle at this age..."

"Beautiful goal, this is a perfect cooperation between the team and an individual super performance! Strong Sao Paulo! When they barely made it to the playoffs, no one was optimistic about them, but now they stand at the end..."

"Have you seen it all? This is Kaka! Kaka from Sao Paulo! I know some people have questioned his strength recently because he hasn't scored a goal for a long time, but who dares to doubt his talent now? Who else?"

"Costodio, have you seen it? That number 23! Take him to Argentina! He is the best in Brazil, let the world see how good our young man is! He is the next Pele, the next Ronaldo, let us win the World Youth Championship in Buenos Aires!"

In the end, the commentator’s words sounded on the TV, and Costonio at the scene couldn’t hear them. However, these words appeared in the next day’s “WordPad” without moving a word, allowing Costonio to see it. At the same time, it played a good role in popularizing science, letting many people who don’t care about the World Youth Championship know that there is such a thing, and it is still held in Argentina.

This is a bit interesting.

After scoring the goal, Kaka ran to the sidelines, and a kneeling glider nearly ten meters away came.

Two ditches appeared on the grass, and at the end of the ditch was Kaka who had finished sliding and kneeling. He didn't get up, but lowered his head slightly, and half-raised his left hand, which was the gesture Iron Man made when he activated the six infinity gems at the end. The difference was that he didn't snap his fingers, but raised four fingers.

One pass and three shots, Kaka made, 4:3.

Sao Paulo fans raised their arms and worshiped.

With the last 2 minutes left in the game, Sao Paulo built a wall at halftime after the restart, dragging the game to the end.

"Congratulations to Sao Paulo for becoming the defending champion! This is their 21st championship, the second in history, and the first is Corinthians' 23 times."

VIP desk.

Barros smiled and applauded the court, and said to Corinthians chairman Duari beside him: "It was a very dramatic game. It seems that luck is still on my side."

"Congratulations." Although Du Ali had a gloomy face, he still congratulated him in a very gracious manner.

"Thank you."

"Although I know it's impossible, I still can't help but want to say something, let's make a price, about Kaka."

"No, you know, not for sale."

Du Ali smiled helplessly, nodded and went back to find a new coach.

Of course he knew that it was not for sale, it meant adding money.

Everyone ran around the stadium, thanked the fans for their support, and then celebrated separately in twos and threes. Of course, the Brazilians, like Ah San, danced when they were happy.

"Kaka, come here!" Baptista, who kept twisting his buttocks, waved from afar.

"No, I can't jump."

He really can't dance and doesn't want to learn, it's too shameful.

Boy idols carry a heavy burden.

Kaka came to the sidelines, first waved to Falcao and others from a distance, and then walked towards his family.

"grandparents."

Just as Kaka greeted the two old people, Digan flew down from the stands and gave him a big hug.

Kaka himself was a bit reserved, not very used to this kind of outward interaction, and he was covered in sweat and mud, so he didn't want to hurt the innocent by hugging his relatives at every turn, but Simone and Bosco had already stretched out their hands, so he could only get close to him, let his parents hold him down, and hit each on the forehead.

Then he turned around and let his grandparents smile and touch the dog's head.

Really...┐('～')┌

(End of this chapter)