I am Kaka

Milan lost the ball at the beginning, Costinha intercepted the ball and passed it back to Deco, Deco split the ball, Paulo Ferreira had already killed it.

Kaka rushed over at the same time, but he was far away from the ball, and the ball still seemed to fall at the feet of Porto.

However……

Kaka flew up.

Paulo Ferreira is ready to touch the ball, and has even thought about what to do after getting the ball: first pass back to Deco, then bypass Kaka, pretend to cut inside after two passes, but actually continue to take the ball to the side, Kafu goes up Before, Milan's right was already empty, and it was completely possible to make a long pass...Huh? Where's the ball?

The ball is at Kaka's feet.

Like a bolt of lightning, he almost grabbed the ball before Paulo Ferreira by a hair's breadth.

Even the teammates next to him were taken aback.

Kaka is currently the fastest horse in Serie A, second only to Martins. Everyone has no doubts about his speed, but... this is too fast, right?

Although they have also trained together these days, but at most it is a small-scale confrontation with a few people. Kaka's speed has no chance to show off, so they haven't had the chance to see the upgraded Kaka, and even the coordination is a bit slow.

But it doesn't matter, Kaka lightly wiped the ball across the center line, and began to dribble along the sidewalk.

Deco reacted the fastest. He chased Kaka as soon as he got the ball, but after the first step failed, he could only watch Kaka go away.

"Why does this guy seem to be faster?" Inzaghi asked with uncertainty, crossing his legs.

"Who?" Thomason was distracted, and looked at the field after hearing this, "Kaka? Isn't he always fast?"

"It seems to be getting faster again."

"How can there be room for improvement at his speed...Damn it!"

There were not many Italian and Portuguese fans who came to watch. Most of the fans in the stands were Monaco and French fans. They are now in the same mood as Thomason.

I rely on me rely on me! What speed is this?

Marcheni came up to intercept, and Kaka scored the ball.

Alenichev slid fiercely and Kaka scored the ball.

Carvalho came to defend, but Kaka still scored the ball.

Kaka held his head high, like a meteor breaking through the atmosphere, cleanly and unstoppably tore through Porto's defense line from the wing.

No one in the entire football world dribbles like this. Like a layman, he flicks the ball forward and then chases after him wildly. It seems that the ball is about to lose control every time, but he can save the ball every time.

The players behind couldn't catch up, and the players in front couldn't stop them. Just dribbling the ball was full of indomitable wildness and arrogance.

In just a few seconds, Kaka had already rushed to the bottom line.

Sheva made a false run and turned around to shake off Valente, while Kaka made a strong inward cut. Frontier of the small restricted area.

Baia made an accurate judgment and chose to attack early. Kaka's pass almost rolled to the middle of him and Sheva.

In the end, Sheva was a bit faster, but he had no angle to hit the goal, so he could only gamble and hit the ball between Baia's legs.

The football passed through Baia's gantry, but touched Baia's right heel, changed its line, and slowed down.

Baia immediately turned around and rushed forward, touched the back of the football with his fingertips, and poked it hard.

The football, which had already deviated from the direction of the goal, rubbed against the goal post and rolled out of the bottom line.

Mourinho, who had a classic pose with one hand in his pocket on the sidelines, breathed a sigh of relief, while Ancelotti patted his thigh uncomfortably.

"Kaka used four simple man-ball points to get past the four defensive players in Porto and sent a comfortable pass to Shevchenko, but Baia played bravely to resolve Shevchenko's single-handedly , Porto must find a way to deal with Kaka, otherwise this game will become a one-sided massacre."

"Devil-like speed! Kaka's sidewalk dribble reminds me of Caniggia in the 1990 World Cup,

The same speed, the same free and easy, the same unstoppable..."

Sheva shrugged and spread his hands to Kaka.

No striker can do anything against such a goalkeeper.

Kaka walked to the corner area and was about to take a corner kick, and other players also entered the penalty area.

Run-up, with his right foot raised high, it looked like another high-flying arc ball, but the moment Kaka touched the ball with his right foot was a light push.

The football rolled towards the front of the penalty area, and Gattuso, who was unguarded, rushed up and kicked hard.

Porto's players quickly stretched out their feet to block, while Milan's players quickly avoided. Unfortunately, those who wanted to block did not stop, and those who wanted to hide did not dodge.

The football bounced off Rui Costa's foot and into the goal, but the linesman's flag was immediately raised.

"It's a pity that Costa was offside first and the goal was invalid. Both Shevchenko and Gattuso wasted the good opportunities created by Kaka. Of course, Porto's good luck is more commendable..."

Baia was about to serve, and Mourinho waved again and again on the sidelines. Carvalho, who was supposed to stay in the penalty area, immediately came out and followed Kaka closely. The task of man-marking Kaka.

Milan is playing a single forward, and three defenders are definitely enough, but Mourinho is also enough to send a defender alone to defend a midfielder.

The ball sent by Baia fell between Pirlo and Deco. In the end, Deco got the ball and cleverly got rid of Pirlo's defense.

Dellei came back to respond, and Deco threw off Gattuso.

Nesta rushed up immediately and began to shovel from a distance.

Deco originally wanted to take a long-range shot. Seeing this scene, he could only buckle the ball to the left and avoid Nei Shao's tackle, but Costacurta had already defended in place and kicked the ball away hard.

Gattuso, who was chasing back, quickly spread his legs and missed the ball.

Pirlo got the ball and immediately made a long pass to Costa.

Alenichev ran into the passing lane, jumped high and headed the ball back.

As a result, it hit Kaka's feet.

As soon as Kaka stopped the ball, Carvalho immediately rushed over aggressively from the side, but as soon as he got close, Kaka's instep pushed through his crotch.

Then it was the familiar long-distance raid in the middle.

Kostinya and Alenichev immediately blocked the ball head-on, Kaka flicked the ball between them from a distance, and the football passed through the goal before they closed the door.

The two Porto players immediately made a division of labor, one to block and the other to chase the ball.

But Alenichev, who ran towards Kaka, only brushed Kaka's calf. After Kaka staggered, he picked up his speed again. Kaka is getting closer from the side and rear.

Then overtake strongly.