number one striker

Chapter 287 Blue-black No. 9

"Rome surrounded Caesar!"

Ranieri felt funny watching Caesar rushing towards Mex like a moth to a flame. Do you think you are Kaka, Ronaldo, or Messi?

One person singled out four players at the same time, just because of you, a sprinter?
Yes, Ranieri was right.

The first to pounce was Max. He was tall and slow on his feet, so he was easily passed by Caesar with a fried ball.

During high-speed travel, any technical action may be deformed, causing the ball to lose control.

Caesar's fried balls were too big, Juan's eyes lit up, and he shoveled them directly.

However, Caesar's explosive power far exceeded his imagination. The interval between Juan and Mex's pounce was no more than 0.5 seconds.

Juan watched the ball pass by in front of him in surprise. Isn't this guy reacting too quickly?

But it's okay, Pizarro has come up, I don't believe you can live again? !

Pizarro clearly saw that Caesar's movements had become distorted after passing twice in a row, and he kicked the ball with a slap in the face.

At this moment, Caesar remembered the moment when he was completely abused by Ronaldinho, Robinho, Neymar, Falcao and others in the park. They also grabbed the ball between themselves when it seemed impossible to touch the ball.

If Pizarro stabbed the ball away now, wouldn't Caesar's hard days and nights be in vain?
What a joke!
"Pissaro's big foot to clear, no! No! Caesar's right heel and then buckled! He rushed out of the encirclement of the three of Rome! My God! His movements are too fast?!" Angelo couldn't help shouting
After Eto'o left the team, Caesar put on the No. 9 jersey, and no one had a problem.

This blue and black No. 9 has belonged to Crespo, Cruz, Eto'o, and even Ronaldo.

"Damn it!" Cassetti didn't expect Caesar to get out from the siege of his teammates. Fortunately, they delayed Caesar's breakthrough, allowing Cassetti to catch up, and he still had a chance to stop Caesar.

Four people can't stop an Inter Milan player?
It's too embarrassing to say it!
"Caesar entered the penalty area! Cassetti chased after him! Robonte attacked!!"

"Hit the door! Hit the door!!" Benitez jumped anxiously, hit the door earlier!

However, Caesar was unhurried. Facing Robont who was attacking, he suddenly stopped his progress, smashed the ball and turned around, dribbling the ball laterally.

Lobent fell to the ground, got up quickly and threw himself at Caesar.

Caesar raised his foot to knock on the door, but it was a feint, and Lobonte was fooled and fell to the ground again.

"Caesar is playing tricks on the Romans!! Robonte fell to the ground in humiliation! There is only one Cassetti in front of the door!"

Caesar looked up, Cassetti looked desperate.

Sorry, I am respectful.

"Caesar hits the goal! The ball is in! The ball is in!! The ball flew into the dead corner of the goal!! Four! No! Five Romans can't stop a Caesar! Lobonte is even crawling around on the ground in embarrassment! My God! Unbelievable! Unbelievable!" Eliza's sharp voice almost broke the microphone, and the director had to gesture quickly to signal her to calm down.

However, the fans at the scene were even crazier. The Inter Milan fans in the north stand almost smashed the Meazza stand, as if they couldn't vent their emotions otherwise.

"Yeah!!! Caesar!! Caesar scored a goal!!!" Lily and a few friends at home watched with excitement, and the little guys hugged each other and jumped up and down.Lily's mother looked at the wooden floor worriedly. Fortunately, it was not rotten.

Looking at Grandpa Lili again, he was already in tears.

"Father? What's wrong with you?" Lily's mother took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away the old man's tears.

"No, it's nothing, I just remembered a little guy from the past." Grandpa Lily wiped his tears with rough palms. His eyes were blurred just now, and he seemed to see a big bald man wearing a No. 9 jersey running on the field.

After the goal, Caesar spread his hands and shook his head at the camera.

He didn't look too excited, but that look of disdain was more lethal than passionate celebration.

The reporters slapped Caesar's face fiercely, and Leonardo had an idea and thought of a very suitable news headline.

Ranieri was stunned on the sidelines, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.Benitez, the narrator, also had the same expression as him, and the two even made eye contact.

Who is that?

I don't know, aliens.

Benitez shrugged.

The two teams compete with each other, and all the players are the best in the industry, with strong psychological quality.And the score is still a tie, it stands to reason that the next game will be more exciting.

However, after the start of the game, Ranieri was surprised to find that, except for Totti and De Rossi, the others seemed to have their souls taken away in an instant, and they were all absent-minded.

Especially the defenders made consecutive mistakes.

Less than 5 minutes after Caesar's goal, Milito made another victory with Juan's mistake.

This goal also made Ranieri so angry that he hammered the ceiling of the bench. Can this goal also be missed? !

Just now Sneijder's shot was saved by Lobent, and Juan and Mex rushed forward to make a clearance.As a result, Juan's clearance kicked on Mex, bounced back and landed right at the feet of Milito.

Milito naturally accepted the gift with a smile and poked the ball into the net.

"Damn it, Ade? Ade! Call Ade back!" Ranieri wanted to replace Ade, but before the substitution, Inter scored another goal.

Less than 1 minute after Milito scored, Caesar scored another goal.

This time it was Stankovic who cut off Mene's breakthrough and gave it to Pandev on the right.

Pandev and Riser scrambled together, they collided and both fell to the ground.

Juan didn't know what he was thinking, instead of grabbing the ball, he went back to the referee to complain about Pandev's foul.

"Idiot! The ball! The ball!!" Mex wished to wring Juan's head off, but the referee didn't blow it, why the hell did you stop? !
Juan just woke up like a dream, looked back, but only saw a phantom.

Caesar picked up the ball, accelerated past the stupefied Juan, and entered the penalty area.

Robont held the front point and blocked Caesar's first kick.

The ball bounced back to the middle, and Sneijder's kick hit Mex.

Again and again and again, Caesar made up again, but Robont was powerless and completely collapsed.

"3:1! In just 10 minutes! Inter Milan scored three goals in a row!!" Eliza glanced at Angelo. This guy just said that Inter Milan's defense is unstable and may be counterattacked. Now let's see what else you can say.

Ranieri sighed, it seems that this battle of revenge has failed.

In the end, with Caesar's brace and Milito's goal, Inter Milan defeated Roma 3:1 at home and won the fourth trophy of the year!

Moratti happily came down from the box and celebrated with the players.

"How about it? Let me tell you that you don't need to buy someone." Moratti found Benitez specifically and asked in a low voice.

Benitez curled his lips and said with a wry smile: "Yes, there is no need to buy someone."

(End of this chapter)