I am Kaka

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The game is still going on intermittently. Facts have proved that it is reasonable for Ancelotti to replace Figo in advance. In this situation, I am afraid that even if Figo can keep playing, he will limping home in the end. After joining Makelele, Chelsea suddenly had the hardest waist in the world.

Makelele, Mascherano, Lampard, Kaka, unless someone can come up with a combination similar to Ballack + Gerrard + Vieira + Gattuso After coming out, it is not enough to look at Chelsea's midfielder, because none of these macho men can have the creativity of Kaka.

When both hardness and technology were combined, Reading was defeated steadily.

Not long after celebrating the second goal, Chelsea pushed the ball into the frontcourt again. Zambrotta dribbled the ball from the right, and when he was about to pass from the bottom, the football was blocked by Murty.

Chelsea corner.

Kaka stood in the corner area, stretched out four fingers and gestured to his teammates in the penalty area.

Everyone understood and dispersed quietly.

The Reading players didn't know why, but it must be right to keep up with the person they should be defending at this time, so they all followed.

The Reading coach on the sidelines took a look at the sparse positions in the penalty area. Most of the special personnel gathered at the front point. When most of the back point was vacated, he seemed to understand something, and quickly shouted at the pitch: "Be careful of him!" Direct shot! Tell Hahnemann! Beware Kaka shot!"

Before he finished speaking, Kaka had already started a run-up, and the outside instep of his right foot slammed the ball out.

The football draws an exaggerated C shape, bypassing all the jumping heads and flying to the upper left corner of the goal.

Hahnemann stood in the center of the goal, his head turned with the flying football, he was just relieved when he saw that no one touched the ball, but when he saw the abnormal arc, he immediately jumped up as if his ass was on fire , leaping towards the upper left corner like a blind man.

With a "poof", the right hand really touched the ball.

The football was caught by him in front of the goal post, and Torres had rushed up quickly, and was about to make a supplementary shot into the net. Songko, who was behind Torres' side, suddenly made a movement like sweeping his legs, and swept towards the football in front of his left. past.

The distance was farther, only the sole of the shoe touched the ball, and the football rolled out of the bottom line.

Torres couldn't get his legs back,

He was caught by Songko's calf, and then flipped off the court.

Song Ke immediately clutched his calf and yelled.

"Foul! Kicked!"

"Red card! Red card! This is a malicious collision!"

"Don't hold back! Red card!"

Not only the Reading players, but the Reading fans in the stands were also shouting.

The referee approached, shook his head, and stretched out his hand to signal Sonko to get up quickly.

Sonko continued to hold his calf that was kicked, "He kicked me, this is a bad foul!"

Torres also rushed up quickly.

"He shoveled someone from behind, and he shoveled me! It should be a red card! Penalty kick!"

"Okay! Get up now, don't challenge my patience! And you, Fernando, this ball ends here! Don't make trouble!"

"Sonko made a successful clearance, but it seems that he still wants the referee to give Torres a card. Torres should be accusing him of diving. The referee did not favor any side. He only gave Chelsea a corner kick. After all, the performance of Kaka and Hahnemann just now They are all wonderful, the shots are beautiful, and the pounces are also timely. I hope that what the two sides will bring us is such a wonderful offense and defense instead of such a noisy..."

Kaka walked from the right corner flag to the left and continued to take the penalty.

Reading was obviously frightened by his direct shot just now, and specially arranged for a person to guard the back point. Hahnemann also turned half sideways, turning around to save the back point at any time.

Kaka observed the situation in the penalty area, and stretched out his hands to make a two-to-one comparison.

"Kaka made a tactical gesture to his teammates again. How many corner kick plans have they prepared? It seems that there is no reason why Chelsea's corner kick scoring rate is the highest in the Premier League."

Kaka's stance deviates a lot to the outside of the baseline. It looks like he is about to kick the ball inside his right foot. This way he kicks out an inner arc. According to the trajectory, he also turns to the back of the goal, but this time he kicked the ball. The ball was aimed not in the direction of the goal, but on Lampard's head outside the small penalty area.

Looking at the football flying towards him, Lampard quickly took two steps forward and jumped up vigorously. As soon as his feet left the ground, one hand grabbed the hem of his jersey and pulled it down hard.

Lampard resisted this force and shook his head vigorously, and the football was pushed directly in front of the goal.

Torres rushed at the first time, jumped high, and smashed the ball hard to the ground.

The football rebounded, just evaded Hahnemann's left hand, and flew into the goal.

"GOAL! Torres scored with a header! Chelsea 3-0 Reading! The game is not over, the goal is not over, and it is happening at an average rate of one every ten minutes..."

"This is Fernando Torres, and it's also El Nino! The holy baby of Spain! Chelsea has a super striker that makes all teams envy!"

Torres rushed to the sidelines, also put his hands next to his ears, and signaled the Reading people to shout louder.

Kaka jumped onto his back from behind, "Not bad for a header, El Niño."

"Hahaha, I practiced it specially, and the effect is good, isn't it?"

"Oh! If the effect is really good, the football should fly directly into the goal instead of hitting the goal. If the goalkeeper is smarter, the ball will be over."

"Do you have to say such disappointing things at this time, Kaka?"

"Then tell me what you like to hear," Kaka put his hands on his shoulders and shook violently, "You were really cool just now, Fernando!"

In the early thirty minutes, it was 3-0.

Except for the Reading fans who were still excited because of the provocation of the Chelsea players, the Reading players on the field were a little confused, but it was their heads that were confused, and their feet were still causing trouble.

In the face of all dirty or vicious little moves, Chelsea gave a tough fight back.

The two sides fought harder and harder, and finally reached a climax in the 40th minute of the game.

This time it was Lampard who received Kaka's pass and came to the frontcourt. He was about to take a long shot in the middle, but was intercepted by Songko's frontal tackle.

This was a fairly clean tackle, so although Lampard fell badly, the referee still didn't blow the whistle, but when Sonko was about to clear the siege with a big foot, he followed Lampard all the way up Lucio immediately responded with a tackle that was exactly the same as Sonko's, shoveling the Reading defender even with the ball.

This shovel was the first to touch the ball, so Riley still didn't make a penalty, but he had already put the whistle in his mouth.

Lucio immediately ran to the football, ready to play through the penalty area.

Sonko jumped up immediately after rolling twice, rushed to Lucio, and gave another fierce sliding tackle.

Lucio only had football in his eyes at the moment, and he was completely unprepared, and was immediately knocked to the ground.

The sharp whistle sounded, and the referee took out a red card without hesitation and held it up high at Songko, but Songko didn't even look at him, but squatted next to Lucio.

"Come on! Go on! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Aren't you very fierce just now? Stand up!"

Lucio hugged his foot, unable to speak in pain, Lampard killed him instantly, Riley was too late to stop, Sonko was pushed out by Lampard, staggered back two steps He also sat down on the ground.

Reluctantly, Riley blew the whistle in his mouth again, and at the same time showed a yellow card to Lampard, and then stood between him and Sonko, signaling the people on both sides to come over and pull him away.

Kaka ran to Lucio's side, seeing his appearance, he didn't even need to ask, and waved directly to call the team doctor.

"Sonko was sent off for a retaliatory tackle, he had a yellow card on him, but instead of a second yellow card, Riley gave him a red card, which means the Reading defender will Facing a more serious suspension penalty, but compared to his actions just now, such a penalty is nothing..."

"The two sides tackled three times in a row, each time more fierce than the last, a dirty game!"

"Lucio looks bad, Ancelotti makes another substitution! With five minutes to go in the first half, Chelsea have already used up their three substitutions."

"Ancelotti didn't bring in a defender, he brought in Falcao, so Mascherano should move back in, and Falcao and Makelele would be Chelsea's most important players. A defensive midfielder... Chelsea's holding midfielder is a completely different player from the start of the game."

Chelsea's free kick.

Kaka stood in front of the football with his hands on his hips and his eyes fixed on the goal.

Sweat rolled from his brow and he didn't wipe it, letting it drip down his chin onto the grass.

"Kaka came to take the free kick, huh? He was waving to his teammates to get out of the way, it was going to be a direct shot."

"It's only about 20 meters away from the goal, and it's completely within Kaka's range. Reading must be careful."

It's no use being careful.

The whistle blows, the approach runs, the goal is hit, the ball goes in.

Without any arc, the football flew into the upper right corner of the goal from Kaka's feet along a straight line.

The ball was too fast, Hahnemann had no reaction, 4-0.

Kaka didn't have any celebration, but turned around and walked towards the midfield calmly.

The camera focused on his expressionless face, and everyone knew that this matter was endless.

In the last five minutes of the first half, Chelsea, who led by four goals, attacked frantically.

Reading, who was one player short, retreated across the board, exhausted, and finally survived the difficult 300 seconds.

Chelsea generals sullenly walked into the tunnel amidst the wild boos of the home fans.

Because of the lessons learned from the Pisagate in 2004, several referees ran into the tunnel early, and many security guards were also on standby, ready to go up and stop the conflict when the two sides broke out.

It's a pity that facing the various provocations of the Reading players, everyone in Chelsea didn't even bother to say a word to them except for contemptuous smiles.

Ancelotti went into a rage in the dressing room because it took a full 30 minutes for the ambulance to arrive after Petr Cech's injury.

Kaka said: "What happened? Is the injury serious? Where is Lucio?"

"Both of them should be fine, Lucio can already stand up, Cech didn't hurt his bones..." Ancelotti shook his head heavily, as if forcing himself to calm down, "But it doesn't work. Be the reason we let them go."

The players responded one after another.

"Don't worry, Boss, I swear, the people of Reading will never forget this day."

"Not only this game, but the next time they go to Stamford Bridge, they will leave crying."

"Four of the eleven people were fed, and they couldn't cry in the second half."

"Don't be too careless, pay attention to protect yourself, you must know that we are facing a group of lunatics and butchers."

A group of people expressed their opinions one after another, and the entire locker room was full of battle declarations. It was not until Kaka's calm voice sounded that everyone slowly quieted down.

"What is the biggest score in Premier League history?"

"..." A group of people looked at each other.

Terry said: "Kaka, what do you want to do?"

"Exactly what you're thinking."

"If that's the case... I like it."

"Me too……"

"Hahaha, what a big deal..."

"In other words, how much is it, the score?"

"In the 1994-1995 season, Manchester United 9-0 Ipswich Town..."

...

In the second half, Chelsea kicked off.

After Torres received the pass from Van Persie, instead of passing it to Kaka as usual, he passed it back to Falcao, who was in a deeper position.

Falcao knocked the ball back into his penalty area directly with his heel. After a few passes between Mascherano, Terry and Kudinic, the ball was distributed to the wing.

Grosso dribbled the ball from the side, and cooperated with Falcao and Lampard to hit the wall respectively, all the way to the vicinity of the penalty area, and lobbed a high ball into the penalty area.

Torres jumped up with his back to the goal and pushed the ball out. Kaka suddenly appeared in front of the football like a ghost, and kicked the ball towards the goal with a volley.

Faced with Chelsea's smooth cooperation, the Reading fans didn't even have any fear, and just watched all this with a numb mentality.

"Kaka hit the crossbar with a long-range shot, but Reading did not escape the disaster. Van Persie made a light touch and scored the fifth goal."

"Just one minute into the second half, is Chelsea going to make a big news?"

Chelsea really want to make a big news, and 5-0 is obviously not big enough.

Five minutes later, Lampard's long-range shot caused Hahnemann to drop, but this time Van Persie's supplementary shot failed to make another contribution, and the football was kicked out of the baseline by Reading.

corner kick.

Kaka stretched out two fingers again.

With the experience just now, the defensive players all strengthened their man-marking, and as a result, Kaka... shot.

This time the target is not the back point, but the front point.

The football drew a short and arrogant arc, and got into the blind corner of the goal in front of Hahnemann's eyes.

6-0.

"It's not over, the sixth goal, it's not over, Chelsea have become the first team in Premier League history to lead 5-0 and 6-0 away, we can understand their anger, but it's not right for them No good, Reading will go crazy."

Reading is indeed crazy, but Chelsea is not going anywhere normally.

Within ten minutes, three yellow cards - two for Chelsea and one for Reading.

"The game has reached the verge of getting out of control. If this continues, no one knows whether the game can be finished smoothly...Again?"

Lampard protected the ball in midfield and was hooked to the ground by Hunter from behind.

Red card... "With 34 minutes left in the regular game, Reading had to fight with nine men... Lampard stood on the sidelines after a simple treatment. The visiting fans gave him warm applause. Reading Also replaced..."

Substitution is nothing more than a cornered beast.

In the 64th minute of the game, Kaka scored a world wave and completed a hat-trick.

7-0.

"The record for the largest difference in England's top league is 12-0, created by West Bromwich Albion and Nottingham Forest in 1892 and 1909 respectively, but after entering the Premier League era, the largest record is 9-0, created by Manchester United, They accomplished it in March 1995, can Chelsea match or surpass that record?"

Reading obviously knows what they are facing now. Koppel, who was just elected as the best head coach of the month last month, took advantage of the dead ball to call the players over, sprayed him hard, and then turned his head to look Looking at Ancelotti with a cold face, he gave him a hard look.

He knew that his reputation in this life was at an end.

"I'm stupid, 12-0? What kind of fairy score is this? It's only a four-way match between Brazil and China, okay?"

"That's why he was merciful, okay, or can we finish with four balls?"

"National Football: I never expected that I would even be named in the Premier League."

"Nine people still play woolen balls. The 12-0 one is unlikely, but the one that tied Manchester United looks interesting."

"Be careful of people jumping over the wall in a hurry."

"I've already danced, okay? What happened?"

"As a result, two of the dog's paws were broken."

Redding really jumped the wall in a hurry.

Shortly after Kaka's third goal, Chelsea's keeper was injured again, and this time it looked heavier than the last.

"Little takes the corner, Cudicini hits the ball first... oh my god! Cudicini gets knocked down by Sidwell who runs in from behind! Doyle still chooses to shoot, ok A save at the Terry goal line, Kaka kicked the ball out of bounds."

"Cudicini didn't get up, he seemed to be faking fainted? How bad did it hurt? Damn! So there's no call for a foul?"

"Looking at the slow motion, it doesn't seem like a foul, but Cudicini apparently lost control of his body in mid-air and fell on the grass without any protective action. He should have been close to a coma at that time. , since the referee did not whistle to stop the game, he lay on the ground and slowly raised his forearm-please note that he only raised his forearm, not his hand, he was already weak enough to use the strength of his entire arm It's all gone."

Cudicini was carried out of the field, Kaka and Lampard escorted him all the way to the medical area, other Chelsea players were yelling at the referee Riley almost frantically, and the field was chaotic.

"Stop it, there is no need to continue this game! Reading will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history, not only for this score, but also for their savage fouls."

"Chelsea have only played with two goalkeepers in the past, but this game Ancelotti brought three goalkeepers as if he had received a prophecy. Unfortunately, they have used up three substitutions and the third goalkeeper has no chance to play. "

After a lot of flying and jumping, Kaka put on the goalkeeper suit and stood on the goal line.

Chelsea was still bombarding Reading's goal, and Reading could only create some threats by using set-piece opportunities. It was not until the 71st minute of the game that they got a counterattack through a long pass from the backcourt. Chance.

The football flew directly over the heads of Mascherano and Terry, and flew towards the goal. Doyle successfully reversed offside and quickly chased the football.

Mascherano was still raising his hand and shouting for offside, but Terry, who looked back at the goal, shouted: "Kaka! Get out of the way!"

Falcao and Makelele behind were also shouting anxiously.

"careful!"

"Don't answer!"

Ancelotti jumped up on the sidelines, "Kaka! Come back!"

To be honest, this kind of goalkeeper is the most normal choice to attack and get the ball, but considering the injuries of the two goalkeepers and Reading's style in this game, and considering Kaka's status as an amateur goalkeeper, he is preparing to attack Kaka, who Doyle collided face to face, seemed a bit self-inflicted.

At this time, the fans of the home team who insisted on not leaving in the stands absolutely had true love for the team. Some people didn't care whether the goal could be scored or not, and they yelled directly.

"Knock him over!"

"Break his legs!"

Kaka touched the ball first, but instead of catching it with his hands, he kicked the ball away.

Doyle, who rushed forward, was so frightened that he put his head in his hands, bent down and hid aside.

The strong wind from the football flying past his ears made him feel like he had escaped death.

Kaka ran a few steps forward due to inertia, just passed by him, chuckled and said: "So you are only fierce on the surface."

"What did you say?"

"I said you are really afraid of death," Kaka looked into his eyes, "You were like a scared little rabbit just now, I hope your mother didn't watch this game, otherwise he must be very distressed, and Your wife, he had better not look at it, otherwise she will definitely divorce you, because she may doubt whether she married a man. "

Chelsea's four defenders also surrounded him. Doyle really felt like a little white rabbit who had fallen into a pride of lions. He didn't dare to fart, and walked away in despair.

Only then did the others stare at Kaka as they did on the first day they met him.

"What are you looking at? Are there flowers on my face?"

"No, Kaka, I have to say, I really treat you..." Mascherano touched his head, "Look across my eyes."

"hehe."

"You have to teach me when you have time, and I also want to learn how to scold..."

"Come on, the ball is coming!"

The football that had just been cleared was kicked back again, but this time Doyle felt a bit broken, and kicked the ball over with a long shot from a distance.

Kaka stood still, gently picked the ball off, and then rushed to the edge of the penalty area with the ball.

Everyone thought he was going to throw the ball hard. Falcao and Makelele stood up and were ready to stop the ball. Lucio also ran out of the penalty area and was about to charge forward for a while, but Kaka threw the ball at his feet. Throw it, and rush out of Doyle with the ball.

"This...Kaka is on the attack, with the ball on the attack..."

"Haha, I knew it, Kaka rush!"

Lita, who was the closest, rushed over to tackle the ball, but Kaka dodged it with an acceleration.

Lucio turned around dejectedly, and went back to block the door.

Harper and Little, who came on later, intercepted one after the other, but were dodged by Kaka Fried Balls.

"Rushing into the enemy's half, it's time to pass! Lampard, Torres and Van Persie have already thrown off the defenders..."

Kaka raised his right foot high, and everyone in front was ready to face the high-altitude ball, but Kaka's last pass was a long pass of more than 40 meters close to the ground.

The football penetrated the defense and came in front of Torres.

Torres eats the opponent's defender raw, drives past Hahnemann and shoots an empty goal.

8-0.

"GOAL! An attack from the goal line. Unfortunately, Kaka did not bring the ball into the opponent's goal from his own goal."

"The eighth goal! Only one goal away from Manchester United's record, Chelsea still have time to equal or even break this record!"

Chelsea have equaled that record by just three minutes...

Lampard cut in from the left and made a low pass in front of the goal. Torres shoveled and broke the net.

Same hat trick.

9-0.

However, this is not the final score.

Reading was sent off again soon, and Chelsea was soon defeated by eight players.

This time it was Falcao who made the final decision. His curve ball on the right side of the penalty area accurately found the dead corner of the goal and got in.

10-0, the largest score in the history of the Premier League was born.

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