I am Kaka

There are not many tricks that can be played in corner kicks. Basically, it is a one-time transaction. When people are prepared, it will not work.

Kaka wanted to shoot directly from a corner.

When there is no defender in the penalty area and there is no goalkeeper in front of the goal, he has at least an 80-90% chance of hitting the ball into a dead corner, but when there are people, it depends on luck.

Toldo stood in the middle of the goal, but not close to the goal line, but slightly out.

This makes the back point very difficult to play, because to get around the goalkeeper, you have to have an exaggerated arc that goes against the sky.

So Kaka chose the front point.

The inside of the right foot touches the ball, and one foot arcs inside.

Torres, who was in the front, thought it was passed to him, jumped high, stretched his neck and rubbed it, but found that he was completely self-indulgent, and the ball flew directly towards the goal.

Toldo was also startled, and immediately jumped over, but he had already sealed the upper right corner of the goal with his hands and did not see the football hit.

"Kaka shot directly, the football hit the crossbar and the goal post, Stankovic made a big-footed clearance, Adriano took the ball in half court and turned around successfully! Essien was blocked behind!"

Ader rushed all the way, Maicon and Lucio ran out, Zambrotta also ran away from the defense area, but he was facing Robben.

The rest of Terry naturally followed Drogba.

Three on four.

As if he did not see Robben who was screaming wildly, Ade quickly approached Maicon and Lucio.

The three Brazilians went head to head, and Ade stabbed the ball directly.

Maicon and Lucio were unable to close the door in time, and the football flew through them.

Ade walked from Lucio's side, Lucio stretched out his hand to pull the man, barely pinched a corner of his clothes, and was freed by Ade's light force.

After Maicon turned around and chased after two steps, he fell to the ground and shoveled without hesitation.

First hit the football, and then hit Ade's foot.

Ade fell to the ground and the referee whistle sounded.

"Red card!"

"Flip!"

"Red card! Malicious foul!"

The referee ran to the foul spot.

He was still in the penalty area of ​​Inter Milan a moment ago. When Maicon tackled the ball, he just ran out of half-court out of breath. He couldn't see it clearly from behind. After consulting the linesman's advice, he put his hand in his pocket.

Terry rushed up to hold his hand, "Mr. referee, we didn't commit a foul, he went for the ball."

Maicon also quickly got Adela up, looking like a good brother.

"Let go," the referee glanced at Terry, then waved to Maicon, "Come here."

Maicon came over and looked pitifully at the referee.

Hand stretched out, a yellow card.

Chelsea sighed in relief.

Mourinho on the sidelines was dissatisfied and kept chattering in the ears of the fourth official.

A free kick more than 40 meters away from the goal, Ballack, Drogba, Adriano together stood in front of the penalty spot.

This battle is exaggerated enough.

"Inter Milan only left a Robben in the penalty area, it seems that they intend to shoot directly."

"It's his mother! It's a little dangerous. Has this Vicky scored a hat-trick of free kicks?"

"Big brother, that's called Mikhailovich."

"That is not bad."

"Good JJ, this Vic's free kick is also very explosive, okay?"

Not only Stankovic, but the other three muscular men of Inter Milan have long-range shooting skills, which makes the five-man wall in front of them somewhat uncomfortable.

The whistle blew, Ballack and Drogba ran together, and finally Drogba kicked the ball to the side, then Ade followed and hit the goal with his left foot.

The momentum of this ball is quite amazing, but unfortunately, the thunder and rain are small, and it flew high into the stands.

With the free kick coming back in vain, Inter Milan never played an effective attack again. Chelsea continued to bombard Inter Milan half-court, but failed to overtake the score.

The 90-minute game ended quickly and went into overtime.

Neither side entered the locker room.

After replenishing water on the sidelines, he sat directly on the court and formed a circle.

The two head coaches stood in the circle, making final arrangements.

"Don't think about penalty kicks! We have to settle the fight in extra time!" Ancelotti's voice was low, and the players concentrated all their energy before they heard his words, "It was us who prevailed for the whole ninety minutes, the world There is no defense that cannot be broken, we have survived the most difficult stage, and we will definitely win!"

"That's right! We can win!" Terry also shouted, "Leave the defense to us, and we can win the game as long as we score one more goal!"

Figo, who has been substituted, also sat in the team and nodded, "The extra time is actually about mental, will and physical strength. This aspect is the strength of German football and Italian football, but we are different, in our team Without a soft egg, we'll be on the top podium."

"Kaka?"

The captain and vice-captain had all finished speaking, and the third captain didn't seem to have any intention of moving his mouth. Ancelotti simply called his name directly.

Kaka sat on the ground with his hands behind his back and his legs straight. After hearing An Fatty calling his name, he moved into the circle and raised his right foot, "Desperate!"

Everyone laughed and imitated him, and put their feet together.

Eighteen feet lifted up and formed a circle.

"One! Two! Three! Win!"

Compared with Ancelotti's spiritual inspiration, Mourinho is more concerned about the actual game safety.

"Kaka and Joe Cole will definitely step up their dribbling because Ballack, Stankovic and Cambiasso have yellow cards and they will definitely take advantage of that, so I'll replace Stankovic and Can Biasso, Barack, let me remind you again, you must be careful and careful when defending! Whether it's being pierced by the crotch or the rainbow is extraordinary, hold it back for me! Don't take cards!" He is now glad that Farr Kao was replaced, otherwise, with the dribbling ability of Kaka and Falcao, it would be really difficult to stop him without taking a card.

Mourinho's concerns were justified, as Kaka headed straight for Ballack at the start of the game.

"Kaka dribbles in midfield and rides a bicycle in the face of Ballack! His feet are so fast that he can't even see a shadow!"

Ballack stood in front of Kaka and was swayed from side to side like a tumbler. When Kaka stepped on for the seventh time, he suddenly threw the ball and flew past him on the left side.

Ballack stretched his foot instinctively, but unfortunately the football has passed, and Kaka's people have passed halfway, and he just hit Kaka's right foot dragged behind.

Kaka fell forward, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and supported it with his hands, otherwise it would be an ugly dog ​​chewing on the mud.

The whistle sounded, and the referee immediately ran over.

Chelsea fans on the sidelines immediately began to exert pressure, and Inter fans were not to be outdone.

"Red card! Red card!"

"Flip! Flop!"

The referee hesitated, did not take out the card, but gave Ballack a verbal warning.

Barack didn't know if he was listening. Anyway, he nodded honestly, but he choked on his mouth, "I will pay attention, but I am afraid that some people will fall down like a bitch."

Kaka stood up, glanced at him blankly, and set the ball in place without a word.

This is also a free kick from almost forty meters away.

Ancelotti on the sidelines waved wildly, letting Essien and Lucio also enter the penalty area to prepare for the top fight, leaving only three people in the penalty area to prevent Inter Milan's counterattack.

The audience fell silent, and all the cameras were aimed at Kaka.

His hair was already messy, and his body was covered in all kinds of mud and sweat, so he couldn't match his usual graceful demeanor. Only those gentle eyes vaguely made people see the warm and jade-like appearance on weekdays.

The referee pointed to the human wall, pushed them back about a meter, then looked at both sides, "Are you ready?"

Toldo stretched out his hand, indicating that he was ready.

Kaka took a deep breath, and suddenly stepped back, fully retreating ten meters away before nodding to the referee.

"With such a run-up distance, there is no doubt that a direct shot can be made. Kaka has already taken eight free kicks in this game, but only three of them have hit the goal frame. The foot feel should not be very good. I don't know if this ball can create a miracle. ."

"The atmosphere at the scene was really tense, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath."

Of course, it is impossible to hold your breath. The actual situation is exactly the opposite. It seems that only the sound of breathing is left in the audience. Even the fans of Inter Milan seem to have forgotten to use noise to disturb Kaka.

Kaka tapped his toes on the ground, quickly took a few steps on the spot, then took a small step to run, and then the steps became bigger and faster, and the speed became faster and faster. When he came to the football, the speed finally reached the maximum, the whole person His spirit seemed to have reached its peak.

The left foot fell on the left side of the football, the right foot was swung back as far as possible, and then pumped heavily.

The football flew straight towards the goal like being hit by a battering ram.

Kaka's entire body was driven by the power of his right foot, and he jumped up half a meter before falling down.

The football rounded the wall and flew towards the corner flag, but turned back after entering the penalty area, and got into the upper left corner of the goal under Toldo's stunned mouth.

Several Inter Milan players in the row of people turned their heads to look at the goal, then turned back blankly and looked at Kaka.

Kaka walked up to them and looked at Barack, "Now, who's the bitch?"

As soon as the referee blew the scoring whistle, he thought Kaka was going to make trouble and ran over quickly.

Kaka didn't let him run in vain, took off his jersey, turned and rushed to the sidelines.

The referee shook his head with a wry smile, and showed a yellow card to Kaka's back.

Kaka threw the crumpled jersey high into the sky before waddling to the ground on his back.

Really cool.