I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 422
"Be careful with Kaka!"

"Prevent Kaka!"

In addition to Zidane, who noticed Kaka's movement, there was also Vieira, who was farting behind Kaka.

When Carlos passed the ball, his eyes kept aiming towards the goal. No one would have thought that he would suddenly make such a kick.

The ball arrives.

Kaka jumped high and volleyed.

It's not the kind of volley shot with one foot supported and one foot shot, but the kind of volley shot where the whole person jumps high, the left foot retracts, the right foot pops forward, and the bottom of the foot presses down to hit the middle of the football.

This posture is definitely handsome, but if someone really shoots like this, nine out of ten will masturbate.

Fortunately, Kaka caught the remaining one this time.

Although the football also had an upward trend, it soon began to fall, drawing an inconspicuous parabola straight to the goal.

Butters spotted the ball and jumped to save it.

It's a pity that he couldn't see it right, the football flew past his hand, hit the lower edge of the beam, and bounced to the ground with a "bang".

The ball was so fast that no one could tell whether it had crossed the goal line, but it didn't matter, because the football bounced off the ground and fell towards the goal.

By the time Butters turns and lunges to hold the ball down, the football is already in the line.

The audience exploded.

Kaka rushed to the sidelines and was pulled by Ronaldinho when he passed by, but Kaka didn't stop and ran to the sidelines, gave Pereira a hard high-five, then turned around and hugged Ronaldinho who was chasing up.

"Do you have a bomb strapped to your feet, Kaka?"

As soon as Ronaldinho put his forehead against Kaka, Kaka pushed him away in disgust, and then Kaka pressed his shoulders with both hands, and Kaka roared in his ears: "Now I really feel that I can blow up this stadium!"

"You terrorist! The Germans will kill you."

Adelaide and Ronaldo in front also ran over.

"What happened to the Germans?"

"What about Germany?"

"Kaka wants to blow up the stadium."

"Listen, there has been an explosion here."

"Kaka scored twice, a ground-breaking super shot! This is a direct connection between two violent shooters. Carlos' golden left foot and Kaka's golden right foot together completed a shot that should be remembered forever by the World Cup."

"In the last few seconds of stoppage time, Kaka scored at the buzzer. The pressure on the French team increased by one point. The Brazilian is one step closer to the semi-final."

"How disappointing the performance of Adriano, Ronaldo and Ronaldinho is, how surprising is Kaka's performance. Pereira is really the object of every head coach's envy. Even if two world-class strikers are only at the level of a third-rate striker, someone still stands up and leads the team forward."

Zidane stood in the midfield, not sure if the lights were too dazzling or Kaka was too dazzling, he squinted his eyes slightly, making it difficult for people to see the emotions hidden inside, but at this moment, anyone can feel the loneliness in his heart.

"As a fan, I am deeply fascinated by Kaka's football, but as a Zidane fan, I only have deep helplessness in my heart. He is the last master at the turn of the century. This World Cup is his last performance for us. I hope he can go to the end and use a Hercules Cup to make the best end to his brilliant career. But look at Kaka like this, look at such wonderful goals. If such a performance cannot win a victory, how cruel will it be for Kaka?"

As soon as the French team sent the ball out, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

Players entered the channel one after another, and the audience was full of shouts and cheers from Brazilian fans.

In the locker room of the Brazilian team, the players were also very excited, the drums were beating non-stop, and several soul dancers could not wait to come to the middle of the locker room to get the samba up.

When Pereira walked into the locker room, he saw such a scene of demons dancing wildly.

The old man didn't stop him, he just stood at the door, hugging his shoulders and watching coldly.

The first to discover the head coach was Ronaldinho, who was so excited, then Dida, who was beating the drums, and finally everyone gradually quieted down.

Pereira walked to the middle of the locker room, kicked away the sneakers that he didn't know who belonged to, and then scanned his players.

"I see the person who should be celebrating the most is sitting quietly on the sidelines, I know him, I know he is recovering, thinking about the second half, that's the attitude of a real professional player, and the person who should be celebrating the least is dancing here, as if they just scored a hat-trick... Sorry, gentlemen, I thought of a thousand words of praise before entering here, but now, I can't say a word."

Pereira walked out after finishing speaking, leaving the locker room with unspeakable embarrassment.

The old man was really blown up...

Kaka winked at Kafu, the old captain clapped his hands and stood up.

"Okay, okay, let's save the celebration until the end of the game. We already have an absolute advantage. We must defend well in the second half. Don't let the victory fly away. There are 45 minutes left in the game. We can score two in the half. Of course they also have a chance, so let's take it seriously."

Pereira really hasn't been in the locker room again.

The tactics that should be arranged have been arranged before the game, and the words that should be said have already been said. It can only be left to God to decide how to play.

For a team like Brazil, the head coach is really just a tool sometimes...

Although the coach did not arrange it, in the second half Brazil obviously shrunk the line of defense and strengthened the defense.

The two full-backs reduced the forward pressure, and Falcao no longer frequently passed the ball forward, but strengthened the pass control of the midfielder.

The French team's offense has improved slightly, but there is still no way to open up the situation.

The Frenchman became more and more anxious, and his actions became bigger. The court began to smell of gunpowder. Vieira and Makelele's successive cards on Kaka also made the atmosphere on the court even more tense.

In the 60th minute of the game, Pereira took the lead in making a substitution.

Exit Cafu, enter Maicon.

Kafu took off the armband on his arm and put it on for Kaka himself, "I leave it to you, Kaka."

"Don't worry, we will win."

"I have always been very reassuring to you." Kafu still had that smiling expression, and patted the armband on Kaka's arm heavily, as if saying some kind of farewell.

Maicon had been suffocated for a long time, and the waves flew up as soon as he played.

Brazil's already impenetrable defense began to reveal meaning gaps.

Pereira on the sidelines didn't show anything, which fueled Maicon's arrogance. Domenech couldn't help being surprised, and kept waving from the sidelines, letting the players attack the Brazilian team's right side.

If you still use his command to see this kind of loophole, then Zidane is not Zidane anymore.

The French team's offense was clearly tilted to the right.

They had a beautiful idea, to seize the gap left by Maicon forward and attack, but the premise is...you have to block Maicon's attack.

In the 70th minute of the game, Maicon dribbled the ball from the right for the third time after coming on the field.

The opposite Sagnol stepped forward again, ready to teach Maicon to be a man, but this time Maicon did not force him, but cooperated with Falcao, and Falcao used an overhead ball to pass the ball near the bottom line.

Maicon unloaded the football with ease, and instead of crossing it immediately, dribbled it in.

Ronaldo, Adelaide, and Kaka all rushed into the penalty area, and even Falcao, who had just passed the ball, came to the outside of the penalty area.

Seeing that Makelele and Vieira had come in for support, Thuram confidently killed Maicon.

Maicon caught the gap and immediately passed the ball just as Thuram had just left Adelaide.

Adelaide stepped forward to catch the ball, and Makelele went up to grab it at the same time.

"Maicon swept the ball into the middle of the penalty area, Adriano stepped forward to meet it, Makelele blocked from behind to prevent Adriano from turning, Falcao came in and was asking for the ball..."

It's a long story, but everything happens in an instant.

Adelaide came to the football without a moment's pause, raised his right foot, crossed the football, and then hit his heel hard.

The football rolled past Makelele's feet and came to the left side of the small penalty area.

A few feet stick out in the middle, but none of them touch the football.

Until Kaka appears.

Kaka didn't know how the football rolled to him inexplicably, but it didn't prevent him from touching the ball before Vieira.

Almost the same action as Adelaide, the foot is raised, the ball is missed, and then the right foot falls down the moment the football just rolls over the sole of the foot, and the heel hits hard.

Unlike Adelaide, Kaka is aiming in the direction of the goal.

It can only be said that luck, even God can't stop it when it comes...

(End of this chapter)