Chapter 334: Unreconciled tears
When he set foot on the azza Stadium again, oh, maybe this ga should be called the San Siro Stadium, Wang Feng's emotions were very complicated. Looking around, besides the large group of red and black Legion fans on the stands, there were also quite a few fans wearing blue and black jerseys.
These people were all passionate fans who wanted to witness Wang Feng's performance on the field once again, specially entering the stadium. They had to overco the fierce ticket battle against AC Milan and Real Madrid supporters, which ca at a considerable cost.
"Although you have left, the popularity in Milan has never declined, and the dia and fans are always paying attention to news related to you." Before the start of the match, Kaká ca to greet Wang Feng.
"Then I can't disappoint everyone's expectations in this ga. You guys better watch out!" Wang Feng jokingly responded, "Let's see, this is the San Siro after all."
When the Norwegian referee Alex Whirl blew the whistle to start the ga, AC Milan took the kick-off. Their attack advanced to the edge of the penalty area, and Kaká unleashed a world-class shot just wide of the post.
"A brilliant long shot! Just a little more deviation and it would have been in. It seems Kaká is in very good form today, using a threatening attack to deter Real Madrid who have traveled a long way."
In the following ga, Kaká continued to play a role as an attacking midfielder. He kept shuttling around the midfield, creating nurous scoring opportunities. The Brazilian beca more and more excited as he played; yes, he was at the peak of his form right now!
In the 13th minute, Kaká once again surged into Real Madrid's half, and Diarra had no choice but to foul him, giving AC Milan an excellent free-kick opportunity in the opposition half.
Kaká stood up and patted the dirt off his body. He felt a slight soreness in his groin from the collision just now, but he didn't pay much attention to it, as he had experienced similar symptoms before without any adverse reactions afterward.
The Brazilian midfielder personally took the free-kick, lofting it accurately into the penalty area to find the forward run of Gilardino. The latter headed the ball from five ters out, beating Casillas, and the ball hit the net with a "swish."
"Goal! AC Milan takes the lead with Gilardino scoring from Kaká's assist!"
"In the past 13 minutes, Kaká's form looks very impressive. Not only has he contributed three shots within the fra, he has also activated Milan's entire attacking system. His contribution to this goal is about 80%."
"Real Madrid is now in a disadvantageous position. They haven't been able to organize effective attacks yet and must quickly turn the tide to allow forward players like Wang Feng to showcase their abilities."
The Milan fans in the stands celebrated the goal, but they didn't go wild; instead, they cheered cautiously for their team, hoping they could build on their lead.
The bitter mories of the past engraved in their hearts made them not dare to be too proud or complacent about Wang Feng. So fans even shouted out cautious reminders in place of the head coach: "Keep attacking! Keep an eye on Wang Feng!"
The AC Milan players understood this principle better than the fans did. So, they continued to firmly control the ga, with Kaká acting as the heart of the engine, constantly providing attacking impetus for the team.
"This guy is playing crazy today!" Guti wiped the sweat off his face and said to Wang Feng nearby. "Kaká has always been a powerful player, and this year his form seems to have reached a new height, making him even more difficult to deal with than when I faced him before."
"We still need to counterattack quickly. When we get the ball later, try to push it forward as much as possible, find and Raúl. Being constantly on the defensive is too dangerous." Guti nodded.
Wang Feng remained the hardest-working player on the field, constantly dropping back to participate in defense and then quickly joining counter-attacks at critical monts. He believed that opportunities always favored the prepared.
In the 35th minute, Kaká sent a straight pass into the Real Madrid penalty area, and Pato's shot from close range was saved by Casillas, who then threw the ball to Cannavaro.
Cannavaro imdiately made a diagonal long pass to find Guti's feet. "The Golden Wolf" glanced at Wang Feng's position and chipped the ball towards the AC Milan defensive line.
Wang Feng's attention was highly concentrated. Seeing Guti receiving the ball, he prepared to start running. The Spanish defender did not disappoint him; at this mont, the Chinese superstar seed like a white lightning bolt, sprinting rapidly towards the ball's landing spot.
His speed far exceeded that of the AC Milan defenders, and he quickly reached the ball's landing spot, controlling it first, and then accelerating towards the opponent's half.
"Wang Feng's lightning-fast counterattack! He's so fast, leaving Nesta behind in an instant. Dangerous! Another player is catching up from the other side, it's Kaká! It's Kaká!"
"The Brazilian's speed is also very fast! When Wang Feng started his counterattack, Kaká had already retreated to defend, and now the two players are almost neck and neck. Can he defend against this?"
Kaká felt his legs like electricity as he finally caught up. He caught up to Wang Feng!
On the other side, Wang Feng was also very surprised. He had almost exerted all his strength but still couldn't shake off Kaká's marking. The Brazilian seed to have beco even faster.
Just as he was about to stretch his leg to disrupt the ball out for a corner, Kaká suddenly felt his thigh muscles twitching crazily, followed by a sharp pain. The pain was so intense that he couldn't support himself and fell to the ground.
"Oh no, Kaká loses balance and falls! Wang Feng breaks through one-on-one, goalkeeper Dida rushes out, Wang Feng dodges the block with force and shoots!! Goal! Real Madrid equalizes!"
"At the critical mont, Kaká's defensive effort falls short, it's so regrettable. It seems he lost his balance and fell to the ground. With Wang Feng's stability during the final monts, he prevails."
"Hey? We can see that Kaká is still lying on the ground, clutching his thigh. His expression is very painful. Is he injured? At this mont, the team doctor is rushing in with a stretcher, and the players are gathering around, asking about the situation."
Wang Feng was originally celebrating this precious away goal, but he stopped imdiately when he saw Kaká seemingly injured and rushed to his side. "What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"
"My thigh feels like it's tearing apart, I can't stand up. Oh God, no!" Kaká said in pain, tears streaming down his eyes. Wang Feng's heart sank, and he imdiately signaled nearby AC Milan players to call for a stretcher. They now understood the seriousness of the situation.
After a simple assessnt, the team doctor shook his head solemnly at the head coach on the sidelines, indicating a substitution. Kaká grabbed the doctor's hand in pain. "Mr. Vellardi, can I not leave the field? Just help relieve the pain and I can still fight!"
Vellardi sternly rebuked, "Nonsense! Your injury is severe, you must be sent to the hospital imdiately for a comprehensive examination and treatnt, otherwise it will affect your future career!"
Despite Kaká's repeated pleas, Vellardi clearly would not agree to such a ridiculous proposal. Ancelotti substituted him with Serginho, and as the Brazilian was carried off the field, tears of frustration stread down his face. The team needed him, but he collapsed at this critical mont.
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