I am Kaka

When Capello was discussing with the coaching staff who should keep the goal, Kaka was asking Dida to take off his gloves.

After discussing with Capello and others, Kaka had already put on his gloves and walked towards the goal.

"Who the hell asked him to guard the goal?" Capello looked at Kaka wearing gloves, and looked at the people around him.

The others looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Kaka." Didara stopped Kaka.

The others also looked at him strangely.

"Are you really going to guard the gate?"

"certainly."

Kaka has a plug-in, and an experience card is not expensive, but it can't be said. Although it doesn't mean that he will be able to defend in the form of Cassie, but it is definitely better than letting a random person guard.

Dida wiped his eyes and said, "The goalkeeper has to change into the goalkeeper's clothes."

"Huh? Oh."

Kaka and Dida went to the sidelines to change clothes, leaving a group of people staring at each other.

"Kaka will keep the goal?" Gattuso looked at Nesta.

He knew that Kaka and the others had a small circle, and they often practiced together.

"never seen it."

Nesta shook his head and looked at Rui Costa.

Rui Costa also shook his head.

Maldini hurried to the sidelines, and just as he approached, he heard the sound of Capello gnashing his teeth.

"Who asked you to guard the gate, do you know what you are doing?"

Maldini was about to take the blame, but Kaka looked at Capello and said seriously: "I will keep the goal."

"You know the goalkeeper? Are you kidding me?"

"I really will," Kaka said, "Coach, you trust me once."

"Now, go back at once and call Serginho down."

"coach……"

"Listen, Kaka, everyone wants to be a hero, but this is the Champions League final, not a stage for you to perform alone!" Capello said in a low voice, "Now, take off your gloves and go back and play hard."

Kaka took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, "Coach, please believe me, I really know how to keep the goal, I have practiced."

"I have been preparing for AC Milan for a year, Kaka, my eyes are not blind."

The referee, who enjoyed watching the gossip, had to express his presence aloud, "Everyone, we have limited time, so make a decision quickly, put on your gloves and clothes, and go back to continue the game immediately."

Kaka fought for the last time, "Then let me finish this defense and see, if there is an overtime game, let me..."

"Kaka, I don't want to say it a second time!"

"Not negotiable?"

Maldini hurried into the middle of the two and pushed Kaka into the court, but was embarrassed to find that he couldn't push...

Kaka took off his gloves, slowly raised them, and then threw them at Capello's feet, turned and walked back to the court.

"Shouldn't AC Milan be discussing who to keep the goal? Why is it taking so long? I know this is a bit cruel to them, but... Kaka... seems to have a conflict with Capello?"

"This game was really full of twists and turns! Kaka had a disagreement with the coach, and both sides seemed very angry! Look at Milan, and then look at Liverpool. It is not unreasonable for the game to become like this."

"What happened? AC Milan is in conflict at this time? It looked like Kaka was going to keep the goal, but now Kaka took off his gloves and threw them at Capello's feet. This action is not very polite."

It's more than impolite, it's a slap in the face.

Capello's face was livid.

Kaka lifted the hem of his jersey and wiped the sweat off his face.

The second half of this game made him understand the truth that manpower is sometimes poor.

Whoever has his experience, rebirth and system, will have a feeling: I have been chosen by the world.

But now the world tells him that you may have been selected, but it was only randomly selected, not some carefully selected person who will be appointed by heaven...

No matter how powerful an individual is, there is a limit after all.

"Kaka..." Maldini patted him on the shoulder worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's okay," Kaka smiled,

Turned around and patted him on both shoulders, "Fight hard, captain! Why can't we do what Liverpool can do? We are the triple crown champions, the defending champions, and the best team in the world. Liverpool has spirit, Don't we have one?"

The horse team looked at him, nodded heavily, informed Serginho to change equipment on the sidelines, and then called all his teammates around, and everyone formed a circle.

"Guys, we're going to be a joke," said Maldini. "It was 3-0 in the first half, and two goals were recovered in the second half, maybe even three. Do you know what the reporters will write tomorrow? Know a year What will people say in 10 years, 100 years? Know what to say when your kids ask you about the game?"

"I can't think of it, and I don't want to know," Maldini tightened his captain's armband, "I'm already thirty-seven years old, maybe this is my last Champions Cup, we were the greatest team ever, But today, in just forty minutes, we were like a bunch of clowns! Kaka asked me just now, Liverpool has their spirit, don't Milan have it?"

"It's ridiculous to say, I have been in Milan for 20 years, and I don't know what the spirit of Milan is, but I know, it must not be a coward!"

Kaka clapped his hands, stretched out his right hand, and other people's hands also took it up.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering if it was an illusion or self-suggestion, Kaka seemed to be able to see something from their eyes.

Something just happened to the Liverpool man.

Bloodliness, desire to win, undefeated fighting spirit and so on.

At the same time he thought of Maldini's talent in the system.

Absolute leader.

Manpower is sometimes poor, but what a person cannot do, a group of people can.

Miracle of Istanbul? A century of shame? Whip corpse?

Whip you Ma B!

He doesn't know what will happen next, maybe Milan will win, maybe they will lose, but no one is qualified to laugh at them anymore.

"One! Two! Three!" All hands folded together, "Milan will win!"

"Milan's goalkeeper is Serginho! Liverpool is still taking the penalty from Alonso! If you can score, the game is likely to enter overtime. If Serginho can create a miracle, then Milan There's hope it's over in 90 minutes! God, my heart is going to pop out of my chest."

For the second time, Alonso stood in front of the penalty spot to put the ball in place, then stepped back.

He was nervous, but he could tell that the person opposite was even more nervous.

Christian or not, everyone is praying.

The whistle sounded.

Alonso started and volleyed the upper right corner of the goal with his right foot.

Serginho judged the right direction, but unfortunately...the remedial action was too rusty, the football had already flown into the goal, and he only finished the saving action.

3-3.

Alonso frantically rushed to the sidelines, so excited that he wanted to take off his clothes. Gerrard, with quick eyes and quick hands, firmly held him down.

The other Liverpool players swarmed up and pressed Alonso tightly under him.

The Milan players looked on coldly, thinking about the same as the Liverpool people at the end of the first half.

As if they've already won...

"The goal was scored! After all, there was no miracle, or a miracle has already happened! From 03 behind to 33 tied, Liverpool has completed the impossible task."

"Including injury time, there are only about nine minutes left in the game. The situation is too unfavorable for Milan. One player is missing, and he is still a goalkeeper. Even if it is dragged to overtime, with their age composition and now It is also difficult to threaten Liverpool's goal with his attacking ability, which has been fully demonstrated in the second half of the game."

The game starts again.

The game... just started.