I'AM COCA
I'm Kaka Chapter 36: Smile

The tactical achievements of the Brazilian team cannot be said to be poor, it can only be said to be more common, the most relying on offense is the individual game of the star.

Therefore, there is hardly any such thing as a full attack or defense in Brazil. The most common tactic here is to "watch quietly and force you" ...

Of course, the so-called relying on personal ability is not to say that when one picks up the ball, the other person will hide and call 666, but that their overall tactical awareness is not strong, and they're not going to take the whole team one by one like Barcelona they're all connected in series, and their cooperation mostly took place among small groups of two or three people, relying on understanding and technology secretly to make holes in the opponent's defense aircraft.

Kaka was the core of this attack. Fabiano shared the defensive pressure in the penalty area. Harrison and Franca played on the back and left respectively, and the others watched silently.

In the face of an aggressive Corinthian defender, Kaka had no doubt that the opponent came up with a crime that got him through the ball. He was confident of passing the opponent, but he chose to continue in case.

"So don't break, but pass the ball to Franca on the other side. Franca did not stick to the ball, but gave Harrison. Harrison passed the ball overhead, Kaka! What a lovely stop Ball! Over! This is stop-and-go like art! He didn't even look up ... "

Kaka continued to run forward after passing the ball, then the ball floated above his head and crashed, he had no pause, only slowed down a bit and stretched out his right foot.

The football was sucked by Kaka's foot, and even without the rebound, it was lightly dismantled. By the way, a fake Matthews moved defenders who came and came into the penalty area.

"This rhythmic sense ..." Falcao returned from the outside to watch Kaka's final and could not help but say in a dizzy tone.

"Yes! It feels like rhythm!" Old Fred reached out his hand and patted his thigh, "I'd say it was different. This little guy's rhythm is so good!"

"This progress is too terrible" Falcao said.

"No, no," Fred shook his head. "The progress is there, but it's definitely not an exaggeration. This game ... Got shot! Oho! Great destination! He did! Fourth!"

Some people jumped, slapped each other, then jumped and jumped with the crowd.

Sanchez shouted: "Hi! Guys, I want to say, didn't you find it? The real battle! The actual battle of Kaka was extremely strong! It was a natural big scene, sir! So many people, I was light It was because I thought about how many eyes looked at me and my legs trembled, and he became more and more excited. "

"Practical ability? Contest player?" Falcao nodded as he thought, "That can only be explained in that way."

Kaka made a collision with Fabiano in one step in the penalty area, but he did not stop Fabiano's passing, but immediately lifted his leg and shot.

Football draws a bow and hangs in a dead end.

The stadium is divided into two extremes, while quiet as a dead zone, while the mountain calls for a tsunami.

The streets and alleys of Sao Paulo are like a group of dancing demons, with various cheers and whistles coming and going.

"Ball printing! Score scoring! Four to three! Sao Paulo created a miracle! Kaka created a miracle! This is knowledge!"

"Perfect goal! Kaka completed a hat-trick at the end of the game, and he also had an assist, it's a final, and he's only turned 19 ..."

"So once again the key to Mr. Sao Paulo, he is the hero of this city, the last person who can create such a miracle at this age ..."

"Gol is beautiful, this is the perfect cooperation between the team, and also a super personal game! Sao Paulo is strong! When they barely advanced to the playoffs, no one was optimistic about them, but now they stand to the end ..."

"Did you see it? It's Kaka! Saka Kao Sao Paulo! I know someone has questioned his strength recently because he hasn't scored in a long time, but who dares to doubt his talent now? Who else? "

"Costor Costo, did you see that? Number twenty-three! Take him to Argentina! He is the best of all Brazilians, let the world see how good our children are! He is the next Bailey, the next Ronaldo, Let's win the World Youth Championship in Buenos Aires! "

In the end, the commentator's words rang on the TV. Costonio on the scene was unable to hear it naturally, but the words appeared on the "Writing Board" the next day so that Costonio could see it at the same time. It has played a good role in popularizing science and letting many people who don't care about the World Youth Championship know that there is still such a thing, and it is still being held in Argentina.

Kaka after the goal ran to the side of the field, coming one knee sliding nearly ten yards away.

Two trenches appeared on the grass.At the end of the trench was Kaka, who had finished kneeling. He did not wake up, but slightly lowered his head, and raised his left hand in half, the last time Iron Man activated six boundless gems. Gesture, the difference was that he did not flick his finger, but brandished four fingers.

One pass, three shots, made by Kaka, 4:3.

Sao Paulo fans raised their hands and worshiped.

After the restart, Sao Paulo built a wall in the round and dragged the game to the end.

"Congratulations to Sao Paulo as defending champion! This is the 21st time they have won the championship, the second in history, and the first is Corinthians 23 times."

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Barros smiled and applauded the court, saying to the President of the Corinthian Duari: "This is a very dramatic game, it seems luck is still on my side."

“Congratulations.” Although Du Ali's face was grim, he congratulated her gracefully.

"Thank you."

"Although I know it's impossible, I still can't help but want to say the price, about kaka."

"No, you know, not for sale."

Du Ali smiled helplessly, nodded and went back to find a new coach.

Of course he knew, if it wasn't for sale, it meant adding money.

Everyone was running around the pitch, thanking the fans for their support, and then celebrating separately in two or three parts. Of course, Brazilians, and virtuous Asans, dance when they are happy.

“Kaka, come here!” Baptista, who kept twisting his butt, waved away.

"No, I'm not gonna jump."

He really couldn't jump, he didn't want to learn, it was too embarrassing.

The burden of the young man's idol was extremely heavy.

Kaka came to the sidelines, first waving at Falcao and the others, and then walking to his family.

"Grandparents."

Kaka had just greeted the two old men, and Di Gian flew down from the stands and gave him a hug.

Kaka was a little restrained, not very suitable for outgoing interactions like this, and he was sweaty and muddy, and he was unwilling to hug his relatives and hurt innocent people, let his parents hold himself, a note on his forehead.

Then turn around again, let the grandparents come over to smile and touch the dog's head.

Really ... ┐ (‘～’) ┌