I am Kaka

Kaka, together with the head coach and the captain, joined the ranks of appeasing the fans.

He himself didn't think it would have any effect, but the result made him feel as if he was blocked by something.

The fans gradually quieted down.

Of course not everyone, but under the influence of most people, all the voices greeting Robinho and Abad began to gradually decrease.

Kaka was moved and guilty at the same time.

Needless to say, I am moved, as long as the heart is not made of stone, there is no way to not be touched in the face of such fans.

The guilt is because his heart has been longing for the wider world outside. St. Paul...is home, but not a place for struggle.

Will leave one day.

What have I done to deserve this treatment from you?

...

No matter how many twists and turns Kaka's mind had made, the situation finally calmed down.

Santos penalty kick.

It was Diego who made the free throw.

He looked calm and unaffected by the boos and curses from the home fans.

The whistle sounded.

Diego took two steps and kicked the ball to the lower right corner.

It was a ground ball, very fast, and aimed at the inside of the goal post. He thought he was sure of it, but unexpectedly, Cheney threw the ball horizontally and accurately threw the ball into his arms.

The people of Sao Paulo just started cheering and the whistle blew.

Everyone's heart jumped, and the only thought was: the referee is going to be a monster again.

Sure enough, Abad put down the whistle in his mouth and shook his head, "The goalkeeper moved ahead of time, the ball doesn't count, let's replay it."

Now the Sao Paulo people quit.

Everyone protested, but Abad was determined. An angry Cheney gave him a hard push and received a yellow card.

This is actually a red card action, but Abad obviously still wants to leave Morumbi alive, so Cheney can continue to stay on the court.

There is nothing to say now, the referee is the biggest.

"Cheney moved his feet ahead of time, and the penalty kick has to be restarted. This game is really not going well. The ball is still taken by Diego. Let's see if he can seize this opportunity."

Diego took a deep breath and looked at Cheney.

With a cold expression on his face, Cheney stared back fiercely.

The home fans were still yelling at Diego, but the players on the field were quiet, ready to rush in for a supplementary shot or clearance.

Whistle, run-up, shot.

Diego chose the left side this time, and it was a powerful volley.

Cheney reacted quickly, as if a spring was installed under his feet, he hit the football again, but this time he failed to hold the ball down, and the football flew out.

Players from both sides rushed into the penalty area, but it was Diego who was the fastest.

He ran two or three steps ahead of the football and volleyed it into the net.

1:1, the total score is 2:4.

After scoring the goal, Diego was very excited. He ran directly to the stands of Sao Paulo fans, took off his jersey, and danced the samba.

The people of Sao Paulo were already outraged. If they hadn't thrown away all the things they could smash, it would definitely be another riot to welcome Diego.

"Go to hell! Santos Clown!"

"Go back and dance with your arms around XX!"

"Kaka! Kill them! Kick their luan eggs!"

There is a fire in every Sao Paulo person, especially the audience who watched the replay in front of the TV, and now they can't wait to rush to the court and bury Abad directly in the grass.

Kaka walked to the goal, patted Cheney on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay, you've done a good job."

"Kaka! Win this game! Must win!"

Kaka didn't speak, just nodded.

Say it's useless, try your best.

The game started again, Fabiano and Kaka served in the middle circle.

He knew that Fabiano was the most angry now, so he had to remind him, "Fabbiano..."

"Don't worry bro, I know what to do, I've calmed down, you just pass the ball over and I'll do the rest, just like we did before."

"Okay, win the game like you did before."

Fabiano takes the ball and Kaka passes it back to Falcao.

Falcao continued to pass back, and Baptista behind him seemed to vent his emotions, and directly kicked the ball again.

The football flew high and landed in the Santos half.

Fabiano jumped high, pressed the opponent's defender who was about 1.9 meters tall, and hit the ball.

Kaka plugged in at high speed and took the ball away, but before he got up to speed, he was shoveled to the ground by Santos' players.

The whistle sounded.

The opponent was afraid that he was about to serve another free kick, so he kicked the ball away.

Kaka was furious, this time it was someone else's turn to persuade him.

It's a mess...

Free kick by Sao Paulo.

"The Sao Paulo team got a free kick in a good position. It is 24 meters away from the goal, which is Kaka's best area. Whether it is shooting or passing, it can create a great threat."

Kaka stood in front of the football, looked towards the goal, turned around suddenly, and waved to his own goal.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked over.

Cheney looked up in astonishment, and pointed at himself.

Kaka nodded and beckoned him to come up at the same time.

"Oh! We almost forgot that besides Kaka, there is another free kick expert in the Sao Paulo team. In fact, before Kaka showed his free kick skills, Cheney was the first penalty shooter in Sao Paulo. We didn't do it. After a specific investigation, it is still certain that he is definitely the professional goalkeeper who has scored the most free kicks in football history, and it seems that Kaka wants Cheney to get back the lost ball himself."

Cheney ran up, and the two of them got together and had an exchange like this, and then backed away at the same time.

Cheney signaled the referee to get himself ready.

But the goalkeeper of Santos was still worried. He moved left and right in front of the goal, waving his hands at the wall, moving a little to the left and a little to the right. It took a long time to figure it out.

The referee's whistle finally sounded.

Kaka and Cheney approached at the same time, but Kaka was in front and Cheney was behind.

Everyone thought that Kaka was a fake kick, and Cheney must have been the one who actually shot. Everyone stared at Cheney.

But the fact is that Kaka kicked the ball directly with the inside of his foot.

The wall didn't jump, the goalkeeper didn't respond, the football drew an arc like this), and flew into the upper left corner of the goal.

Fabiano originally hid in the penalty area, wanting to see if there was a chance for a supplementary shot, but the football flew directly past his scalp, which made him groan.

Then I turned my head and saw the football fly into the door.

The entire stadium seemed to have been pressed on the mute button, and then suddenly erupted.

Cheney excitedly picked up Kaka from behind and spun him three times before throwing him out.

Kaka was thrown forward by him and staggered a few steps before straightening up. He didn't bother to ignore him, and ran directly to the sidelines, putting his hands next to his ears.

Come, let me hear your voices.