The cheers at San Siro rose and fell like massive waves, surging through the stadium.
Everyone's faces turned wild with excitent.
Seeing the young man wearing Milan's No. 10 jersey once again standing on the field, at this mont, the worries about scoring and the frustration over the stalemate vanished for the Milan fans.
They understood: as long as Suker was on the field, as long as he kept running, Milan could break through any deadlock or disadvantage.
Suker sprinted straight toward the opposing defense.
Comotto nervously swallowed his saliva, watching Suker's back.
This season, he had transferred to Fiorentina—previously at Torino, where Suker's Milan repeatedly breached their goal.
Suker was basically a nightmare for all Italian defenders.
And now, after six months away, this nightmare was back right in front of them.
Comotto felt unlucky.
Why this 19th round? Why not the 20th?
They could worry about Milan later—now, the pressure was on them.
Fiorentina's tactic was clear: before Suker ca on, they had relied on defense and counterattack.
Now, they barely had the ti for counters—they had to focus on defense first.
That was Suker's deterrent power!
He just stood there.
Not even touching the ball once.
Yet, freshly recovered, he still scared everyone.
Gilardino kept turning his head, clearly worried.
This was Suker!
As a forr teammate, he understood Suker's power better than anyone.
Still, he clung to hope.
Suker had just returned from injury—how sharp could his form really be?
If Suker's impact was lacking, Fiorentina could launch an imdiate counterattack.
But before that, they had to hold the defense.
Milan's throw-in.
Kaká instinctively sprinted toward the flank to receive it—but he saw Suker had already rushed ahead.
Once Suker ca on, the core attacking role naturally shifted.
Suker was now the absolute attacking core.
Kaká stopped, waiting in midfield.
Watching the throw-in, Suker controlled the ball with his chest, then imdiately pushed it forward with his foot to a teammate.
Beckham thought about passing directly to Suker, but Kaká called out from the side:
"Pass to !"
Kaká received the ball, turned, and imdiately shifted it to the other flank.
Gattuso surged forward at high speed, pushing the ball directly into the penalty box.
Suker had already burst into the box.
He planted his feet firmly, faced two Fiorentina center-backs pressing him, then suddenly pushed forward and leapt into the air.
"Suker jumps!"
Bang!
Suker flicked a header toward goal.
The Fiorentina goalkeeper hurriedly blocked it with his arm.
Though the shot didn't score, Suker was undeterred and quickly retreated to support the next play.
"Suker's first shot on goal since coming on hit the fra and rattled the Fiorentina keeper."
"From this attack, despite his long absence, Suker's condition remains strong!"
Suker's head moved quickly, scanning left and right.
After thinking, Kaká sent the ball to the right side.
Suker received it inside the right penalty area.
With no angle for a shot, he passed it diagonally backward.
Kaká tried to shoot but was blocked by too many defenders, so he passed left.
Beckham controlled the ball and looked to the middle.
Suker charged into the box again.
Behind Suker was an empty space—Kaká was already running into it.
Beckham imdiately passed to the far post.
The ball flew swiftly through the air.
Beckham fixed his eyes on the trajectory.
At that mont, he saw Suker turn his back to the goal, lean back, and leap into the air.
Despite being sandwiched by two defenders, Suker executed a bicycle kick.
The ball struck his foot hard and zipped quickly toward the lower right corner.
Beckham was stunned.
Kaká was also speechless.
Everyone at the stadium, including the Milan fans, watched in amazent as the ball soared into Fiorentina's net.
At the Serie A comntary booth, Aldo Serena shook with excitent.
Suker's acrobatic bicycle kick shocked him.
But soon, a surge of passion took over, and he shouted the long-awaited cheer after six months away:
"GOAL!!!!!!!!!!——"
"SUKER!!!!!!——"
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH——
San Siro erupted explosively.
Tens of thousands of Milan fans jumped in excitent.
Suker's bicycle kick completely ignited the ga's intensity and broke the stalemate.
Fiorentina held out for 73 minutes but were finally breached by Suker.
"Six minutes! Only six minutes after coming on, Suker scored!"
"Back after six months, Suker declared his return with an incomparable bicycle kick—and sent his own roar to all of Italy!"
"The most terrifying Milan striker!"
Aldo Serena shouted passionately:
"Ca! Back!——"
Suker got up from the ground, ran toward the corner flag, and pointed toward the stands.
Near the stands, Suker pumped his fists with great force.
Boom!!!——
At that mont, tens of thousands of Milan fans shouted wildly.
The cheers sounded like a volcanic eruption, seeming ready to break the stadium roof.
Countless caras focused on Suker, flashes firing continuously.
Suker's return and this spectacular goal announced the arrival of a king.
On the field, Suker spread his arms and looked around the stadium.
Then—A punch landed in his stomach.
Suker bent over slightly.
Gattuso glared fiercely: "Quit showing off!"
Suker was annoyed: "I haven't played for six months, so what if I show off?"
Gattuso paused, seeming to agree.
"Then keep going!"
Suker was speechless.
Kaká ran over, arms wide open, smiling:
"Welco back!"
"Get lost, you green tea! We see each other every day—no need for this!" Suker waved dismissively.
Kaká didn't mind and lightly hugged Suker.
Beckham ran over, still stunned by Suker's bicycle kick.
"That was supposed to be a pass to the far post!" Beckham said, amazed.
Suker nodded: "I knew. Watching the ball's trajectory told , but I was confident to shoot—and I wanted to shoot!"
Beckham smiled broadly.
That simple "I wanted to shoot" revealed Suker's status at Milan.
Besides, the difficulty of that shot made Beckham only admire Suker's strength.
"All right, let's head back!" Suker clapped his hands.
"Finish the fight quickly—tonight Ivan's treating to celebrate my return!"
"Why am I treating?" Gattuso protested.
Suker raised an eyebrow with a sly smile.
Gattuso imdiately understood.
"Minus thirty dinners!"
"Minus ten dinners!"
"I'll give in—twenty-five dinners!"
"I'll concede—twenty dinners!"
"Deal!"
Gattuso grumbled, "et at the Chinese restaurant tonight. I'm paying!"
After Suker ca on, Milan's attacking power exploded.
Especially that bicycle kick—a heavy blow to Fiorentina!
Now Fiorentina was pinned back in their own penalty area under continuous Suker pressure.
Suker and Kaká's relentless attacking constantly threatened Fiorentina's defense and frequently earned set pieces.
At the 87th minute, Suker received Beckham's curved pass and headed powerfully into the goal for the second strike.
"Second goal! After Suker's arrival, Milan's attack fully blood!"
"This is Suker's power!!"
With the score gap widened, Milan officially sealed the victory.
Suker used two goals to announce his return.
In the end, Round 19 of Serie A ended with AC Milan's 3-1 ho win over Fiorentina.
That evening, major newspapers all reported Suker's return.
"Suker Returns! Milan's Attack Explodes!"
"Viola Fall at San Siro! Suker the Hero!"
"Recovered from Injury, the Terrifying Striker Rules Again!"
"Two Goals in 19 Minutes — Suker's Efficiency!"
"Milan Sets Sail Again!"
Many papers covered Suker's coback.
As the event's focus, Suker led Milan players to a Chinese restaurant for a coback celebration.
The whole main and substitute squad showed up—after all, Suker had spoken, and no one in Milan dared disrespect him.
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