I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 575 Kaka Madrid

"The game went into stoppage time and Real Madrid were still one goal behind."

"Ancelotti replaces David Silva with Zambrotta and Chelsea will play at the back six."

Silva off, Zambrotta on.

The visiting fans applauded Silva.

Both sides knew that half of the substitution was to strengthen the defense, and the other half was to delay time, so Silva walked slowly and pretended to applaud all around.

At his speed, it may take 4 minutes to walk a distance of ten meters, just to the end of the game.

Alonso went up and quickly pushed him to the sidelines like an escort.

It's a Chelsea throw-in.

Maicon was procrastinating, and the referee gave him a yellow card without mercy.

1 minute of stoppage time.

The football was thrown at Lampard's feet, Lampard passed the ball back all the way, and several Chelsea players fell down in the backcourt.

Ronaldo, Ibrahimovic, Sneijder, Kaka, Gerrard, Harvey Alonso, Ramos, and Marcelo all rushed forward.

Carvalho and Pepe also wanted to rush forward, but Kaka quickly waved his hand to signal them to go back, "Look out for Fernando!"

This decision saved their lives.

Chelsea's players felt the pressure under the pressure of the Real Madrid generals.

The football came to Kanter's feet, all the direction of the ball was blocked, Kaka had already forced it up again, Kanter had no choice but to see Torres who retreated to the midfield, and immediately hung the ball over.

"Kante passed the ball! Torres responded from the midfield, Pepe tackled! Torres fell to the ground, but the referee did not call the foul!"

"Ancelotti was very excited, he thought it should be a red card!"

"Real Madrid's last chance! Kaka came up and received a pass from Pepe and passed it to Sneijder!"

Sneijder wanted to go straight into the penalty area, but Chelsea's penalty area was tightly blocked and there was no chance to get in.

Only over the top.

Not only the players understand this, the coaches understand it, the commentators understand it, and the fans understand it too.

"Look out for Kaka!"

"Be careful Ronaldo!"

"He's going over the top! Be careful to turn around!"

Kaka got rid of Kanter and Essien and rushed into the penalty area.

Lucio immediately entangled.

Gianluca Zambrotta has already come with a sliding tackle, and Sneijder has no time to hesitate, and immediately hoists the ball into the middle of the penalty area.

Ibrahimovic took off desperately, but the football still flew over his head.

Chelsea felt a little relieved, but raised it in the next second.

Ronaldo arrived like a jet, jumping high.

Terry also jumped up to compete for the top, but from the height, he only jumped to Ronaldo's chin.

Ronaldo leaned back a little, as if he paused in the air for a second before pushing the ball out.

The strong waist and abdomen strength and the terrifying ability to stay in the air are fully displayed.

He was facing the goal sideways, and originally wanted to shake his head to attack the goal, but Cech had been staring at the goal for a long time, and there was no chance at all.

Fortunately, Kaka has rushed forward.

Ronaldo's ball was given to him.

[It's up to you, Kaka. 】

For someone like Ronaldo, it must be unwilling to give up the last chance to shoot, but in the current situation, everyone in Ronaldo understands the importance of this ball.

Kaka rushed forward and took off.

According to post-match statistics, Ronaldo's header was 2.95 meters off the ground at the moment of take-off, while Kaka was 2.98 meters...

Lucio behind him, Alaba next to him, and Cech in front of him could do nothing. They watched Kaka's header hit the goal like a battering ram.

"Ronaldo headed the ball and Kaka headed the goal! GOAAAAL!!! The ball went in! Kaka! Sure enough, it was Kaka!"

"1-1, total score 3-3! Real Madrid tied the score! But if the game ends with this score, Real Madrid will eliminate Chelsea on away goals and advance to the final!"

"More than a minute of stoppage time has passed, and there is only about 1 minute left for Chelsea, but almost all of their offensive players have been replaced, and the advantage is on Real Madrid's side."

"Success is Kanter, failure is Kanter! Ancelotti gave this young man trust, and he also gave Ancelotti enough in return. Unfortunately, he is still too young after all, and he failed to withstand the pressure in the final stage..."

Kaka rushed to the sidelines, took off his jersey and waved it on his head. Mourinho stood up suddenly, but he didn't know if his knees were numb.

Ancelotti kicked the water bottle beside him away.

Go rent it!
To fuck Real Madrid!

Fuck Mourinho!

The entire Bernabéu stadium felt like a major earthquake. The fans jumped up and down crazily, screaming with all their strength. Some excitedly tore their necklines, and some took the opportunity to hold the face of the person next to them and kiss them...

In the streets, alleys, bars, and cinemas of Madrid, crazy cheers erupted like waves.

"Kaka!"

"Kaka!"

"Kaka!"

"Kaka, Madrid!"

"Kakamadrid!"

"Listen to what the fans are shouting! The story of Raul Madrid has become a memory, and Kaka Madrid will become a new legend! Kaka has conquered the Morombi Stadium in Sao Paulo, the San Siro Stadium in AC Milan, the Stamford Bridge Stadium in Chelsea, and now the Bernabéu Stadium in Real Madrid has also left his legend!"

The players on the bench swarmed out, and the teammates behind them also swarmed up. Kaka and Mourinho were surrounded in the middle, and everyone hugged each other excitedly, as if they had won the final championship.

In front of the goal, Casey knelt on his knees, raised his hands, and stretched out his two index fingers, pointing high to the sky.

Cech picked the ball out of the goal and threw it to Torres.

Terry walked up to the referee, reminding him to start the game quickly.

The referee nodded, but did not step forward to stop him immediately, but blocked Terry who was almost on his body with his hand, "I know, I know, calm down."

TV stations in England kept replaying the scene of Pepe shoveling Torres just now, analyzing frame by frame how bad the shovel was and how ridiculous the referee's penalty was.

Everything is irreparable.

The referee sounded a reminder, first gave Kaka a yellow card for undressing and celebrating, and then signaled the game to continue.

The situation of the two sides was reversed, Real Madrid returned to defense, and Chelsea pressed all the way.

Chelsea were in a hurry, but the attack was disorganized.

Now it's Mourinho's turn to squeeze to the fourth official and keep pointing his watch, "It's time! It's time! The game is over!"

Ancelotti had already sat back in his seat, leaning against the back of the chair with his arms around his shoulders, silent.

Torres' shot hit Gerrard, and Carvalho immediately stepped forward and made a big-foot clearance.

The football flew high into the sky and the whistle sounded.

The game is over.

(End of this chapter)