I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 62

Brazil is now playing with the wind.

The opponent only placed a center forward in front, while the two full-backs and the only offensive midfielder were all overwhelmed by Brazil's offensive. Baptista and Maicon frequently stepped forward without doing their jobs, but Costonio behaved like this, which shows how smooth the Brazilian team's offense is.

It's just that although there are many players participating in the offense, Adriano doesn't mean to rely on numbers to win.

Really macho, what he loves is heads-up.

Even if he singles out a group of others.

"Adriano, he is too fast. If Kaka is a super Ferrari, then Adriano is a military Hummer. His wheels have already run over the Sahara desert, and he is about to crash into the pyramids of the Egyptians..."

Ade's breakthrough did not take the path of simplifying the complicated, but because the movements were too agile, it looked equally crisp and neat, not messy at all.

The first defensive player was swayed by his two-legged bicycle, the second was thrown away by a single ball, the third and fourth were just about to close the door in front of him, and they were unreasonably rushed from the middle, and the fifth... There is no fifth.

Adriano just set foot on the penalty area line, and his left foot took a stance.

The thick body shape, coupled with the thick thighs, formed a very impactful picture, and the Egyptian defender who was rushing head-on deliberately avoided it sideways.

The football flew past his ear and smashed into the Egyptian team's goal.

The pyramids of the pharaohs collapsed under the attack of the Samba heavy artillery.

1: 0.

Adelaide ran to the sidelines excitedly, pointed to the sky with one hand, and then jumped high to punch.

The Egyptian was a little confused, and looked at the head coach on the sidelines in disbelief.

Their coach is also a little anxious.

Thought I might lose the ball, but didn't expect it to be so early.

He waved his hand and called several players to the sidelines.

The Brazilian team's celebration was a bit long, but the Egyptian team did not protest, because their coach also took the time to tell the players what to do.

Seeing his messy gestures and pretending to be calm, Costonio suddenly felt uneasy for some reason.

He knew exactly what the Egyptian team was thinking. It was nothing more than dragging the game to overtime and winning the golden goal. But even if it went into overtime, Brazil had a better chance of winning.

Unless they have some strange tricks, they can only be used once, and they will be useless after they are understood.

After the game restarted, Costonio once thought his worries were unfounded.

The Egyptians do seem to have some idea of ​​attacking, and their defensive posture is no longer so firm, but their counterattack is still mainly a sneak attack, that is, they kick the ball forward if they have a chance or not.

The first half of the game ended like this, and the Brazilian team temporarily led [-]-[-].

Kaka did not enter the locker room during the intermission, but warmed up according to Costonio's request.

At the beginning of the second half, there was almost no change. A one-goal lead could not satisfy the appetite of the Brazilians, while the Egyptian team still retreated and counterattacked.

Until the minute of the game, Maicon once again dribbled the ball into the Egyptian half from the side, and Baptista also followed Costa and went deep into the opponent's hinterland.

At this time, the Egyptian suddenly completed a successful steal.

Everyone didn't think so, Maicon started to return to the defense slowly after the counterattack failed, Baptista was also lazily preparing to go back, only two Brazilian central defenders stepped up their attention and prepared to press the Egyptian team's single center forward Hamsa.

The Egyptian guy whose name is inexplicably similar to a certain milk tea has a skin color similar to that milk tea, and in the eyes of the Brazilian defenders, the Egyptian striker who has been doing nothing for 10 minutes is as delicious as milk tea.

The Brazilians said that they can swallow more than half of the bottle in one gulp.

But the protagonist of this attack is not Hamsa.

The Brazilian defenders were pleasantly surprised to find that the three midfielders of Egypt had come to their own defense zone at some point.

The midfielder Reyard, the left midfielder Yamani, and the right midfielder are so-and-so.

Brazil played a single defensive midfielder. Once Baptista left, their back half was almost empty. They could only rely on central defender Anderson to fill in, while Maicon was helpless. He and Leo had just crossed the center line and could only rely on their eyes to defend from a distance.

So in terms of numbers, if the goalkeeper is not counted, it is now four against three.

Egypt four, Brazil three.

In fact, such opportunities have appeared many times in this game, but the Egyptian team has always looked like they have no idea, and it is estimated that they have been holding back for a long time.

It was Reyard who received the ball. The front midfielder who had been working as a midfielder for most of the game did not confront Anderson head-on, but quickly split the side.

Yamani did not get entangled with Brazil's left back, but made a pass from the bottom after two to one.

The goalkeeper failed to stop the ball at the front point, and Hamsa rushed to the goal, facing most of the empty goal.

But he failed to complete the shot, and another central defender of the Brazilian team fell to the ground with a shovel and shoveled Hamsa to the ground.

The red dot set menu without a doubt.

The Brazilian team's struggle was meaningless, and Hamsa did not give the Brazilian any chance and made a penalty.

1:1, the Egyptian finally tied the score in the second half of the game.

Brazil's bench was full of mourners, and Costonio was anxious and angry, so he had to adjust the lineup immediately.

It was Pinga who was sacrificed.

He went off sullenly, allowing substitutes to fill in at centre-back.

Brazil's field players fell into the same mood as the coach.

With one less player, they didn't seem to have any impact on the offense. At least on the surface, they were still making noise, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were able to complete some very clear offenses before, but now they are completely messing around.

Although it is said that character and so on only depends on the person and has nothing to do with age, but at critical times, young people are indeed not as stable as veterans. This is beyond doubt.

Of course, the Egyptian team in the same age group is not much better. They are also nervous, which makes Egyptian fans love and hate.

They are really shrinking back to defend now, and even Hamsa has retreated to near the midfield line. It is an active counterattack.

Time passed by, and the Egyptian team's defense was in jeopardy. It seemed that they would be beaten at any time, but they always magically came back to life at the last second.

The Brazilian team, which played one less player, not only lost one player in the number of offenses, but even the quality of offense declined visibly.

Translated into the language of sand sculpture netizens, it is like a fierce operation, and when you look at the score... forget about the rhyme.

Changed to an old saying: "Gold and jade are beyond the pale, but the cats are ruined..." This sentence is a bit heavy again.

Anyway, that's it.

No.606 minutes, Kaka stood on the sidelines, waiting to play.

(End of this chapter)