Chapter 408: Who is the bitch?

There are not many gimmicks that can be played in corner kicks. Basically, they are all one-off transactions.
Kaka wanted to shoot directly from a corner kick.
With no guard in the penalty area and no goalkeeper in front of the goal, he has at least 80% or 90% chance of hitting the dead corner with this shot, but when there are people, it depends on luck.
Toldo is standing in the middle of the goal, but not close to the goal line, but slightly out.
This makes the back point very difficult to play, because to bypass the goalkeeper, you have to have an exaggerated arc.
So Kaka chose the first point.
Touch the ball on the inside of your right foot, with one foot inside the arc.
Torres, who was the previous point, thought it was passed to him, jumped up high, craned his neck and rubbed it, only to find that he was completely affectionate, and the ball flew directly towards the goal.
Toldo was also taken aback, and immediately followed, but his hands had already sealed the upper right corner of the goal and no football was hit.
"Kaka shot directly. The football hit the crossbar and the goal post. Stankovic made a big foot clearance. Adriano took the ball at half and turned around successfully! Essien was blocked behind him!"
Ade rushed all the way, Maicon and Lucio ran out, Zambrotta also ran away from the defense, but he was facing Robben.
The rest of Terry naturally followed Drogba.
Three on four.
As if he hadn't seen Robben yelling frantically, Ade quickly approached Maicon and Lucio.
The three Brazilians met hand in hand, and Ade directly stabbed the ball.
Maicon and Lucio were too late to close the door, and the football quickly passed between them.
Ade walked from Lucio's side, Lucio stretched out his hand, and barely pinched a corner of his clothes, and Ade broke free with a light effort.
After Maicon turned and chased for two steps, he fell to the ground with a shovel without hesitation.
First swept the football, then kicked Ad's foot.
Ade fell to the ground and the referee's whistle sounded.
"Red card!"
"Flop!"
"Red card! Malicious foul!"
The referee ran to the foul spot.
He was still in Inter Milan's penalty area the moment before. When Maicon made a tackle, he just ran through the half-court panting. He couldn't see clearly from the back. After referring to the linesman's advice, he drew his hand into his pocket.
Terry rushed forward and held his hand down, "Mr. Referee, we didn't foul, he went for the ball."
Maicon also quickly got Adela up, looking like the brothers are good.
"Let go," the referee glanced at Terry, then waved to Maicon, "Come here."
Maicon walked over and looked at the referee pitifully.
Hand stretched out and a yellow card.
The Chelsea were relieved.
Mourinho on the sidelines was dissatisfied, and kept whistling in the ear of the fourth official.
In a free kick more than forty meters away from the goal, Ballack, Drogba and Adriano stood together in front of the penalty spot.
This battle is exaggerated.
"Inter Milan only left one Robben in the penalty area. It seems that he intends to shoot directly."
"It's my mother! It's a bit dangerous. Has this Vikki ever performed a free kick hat trick?"
"Brother, that's called Mikhailovich."
"That is not bad."
"Good JJ, this Vicky free kick is also very explosive, okay?"
Not only Stankovic, but the other three muscular men of Inter all have a long shot, which makes the five-man wall in front of them somewhat uncomfortable.
After the whistle sounded, Ballack and Drogba made a run-up together, and finally Drogba kicked the ball to the side, and then Ade followed and hit the goal with his left foot.
The momentum of this kick is quite amazing, but it's a pity that there is a lot of thunder and rain, and it flies high into the stands.
With this free kick returned without success, Inter Milan never played an effective attack again, Chelsea continued to attack Inter Milan halftime, but failed to overtake the score.
The ninety-minute game ended soon and entered overtime.
Neither side entered the locker room, and sat directly on the court after replenishing water on the sidelines, forming a circle.
The two head coaches stood in the circle, making the final arrangements.
"Don't think about penalties! We have to solve the fight in overtime!" Ancelotti's voice is low, and the players have concentrated all their energy before hearing his words, "We have the upper hand for the entire ninety minutes. There is no unbreakable defense, we have survived the most difficult stage, and we will definitely win!"
"Yes! We can win!" Terry also shouted, "Leave the defense to us. As long as we score another goal, we can win the game!"
Figo, who had already been replaced, also sat in the team and nodded, "The extra time is actually the spirit, will and physical strength. This is the strengths of German football and Italian football, but we are not the same. Without a softie, we will stand on the highest podium."
"Kaka?"
The captains and vice captains have finished speaking, and the third captain does not seem to have the intention to move his lips. Ancelotti simply called the name.
Kaka sat on the ground with her hands behind her back and her legs straight. After hearing An Fat call his name, he moved in the circle and raised his right foot, "Desperately!"
Everyone laughed and followed his way, and put their feet together.
Eighteen feet lifted up and made a circle.
"One! Two! Three! Win!"
Compared to Ancelotti's spirited encouragement, Mourinho is more concerned about the actual game safety.
"Kaka and Jokol will definitely strengthen their dribbling, because Barak, Stankovic and Cambiasso are all carrying yellow cards, they will definitely take advantage of this, so I will replace Stankovic and Kan Biasso, Barak, let me remind you once again, you must be careful and careful when defending! Whether it's being pierced or having a rainbow, give it back to me! Don't eat cards!" He is thankful for Farr now. The test was changed, otherwise it would be really difficult for Kaka and Falcao's dribbling ability to stop without a card.
Mourinho's worries were justified, and Kaka went straight to Barack as soon as the game opened.
"Kaka dribbles in the midfield and is cycling in front of Barack! His feet are so fast that you can't even see the shadow!"
Barack stood in front of Kaka and was swayed from side to side like a tumbler. When Kaka stepped on for the seventh time, the ball flew past his left.
Ballack stretched his foot instinctively, but unfortunately the football passed early, and Kaka’s people passed halfway too. He just hit the right foot that Kaka was dragging behind.
Kaka fell forward, but fortunately the reaction was quick to support with both hands, otherwise it was an ugly dog ​​chewing mud.
The whistle sounded and the referee ran over immediately.
Chelsea fans on the sidelines immediately began to exert pressure, and Inter Milan fans were unwilling to show their support loudly.
"Red card! Red card!"
"Flopping! Flopping!"
The referee hesitated, did not take out the card, but gave Ballack a verbal warning.
Barack didn't know if he heard it. Anyway, he nodded honestly, but he still choked on his lips, "I'll pay attention, but I'm afraid that some people will fall down like a lady."
Kaka stood up, glanced at him blankly, set the ball silently.
This is also a free kick almost forty meters away.
Ancelotti frantically waved his hands on the sidelines, allowing Essien and Lúcio to enter the penalty area to prepare for the top, leaving only three people in the penalty area to prevent Inter Milan's counterattack.
The audience was quiet, all the cameras were aimed at Kaka.
His hair is messy and messy, and his body is covered with all kinds of mud and perspiration. How can he not touch his usual demeanor. Only his gentle eyes make people see the gentle and moist look of normal jade.
The referee pointed at the wall, pushed them back by almost one meter, then looked at both sides, "Are you ready?"
Toldo stretched out his hand to signal that he was ready.
Kaka took a deep breath, and suddenly strode back, retreating to ten meters away before nodding to the referee.
"Such a run-up distance ~EbookFREE.me~ is undoubtedly a direct shot. Kaka has already taken eight free kicks in this game, but only three kicks are within the range of the goal frame. How should the foot feel? I don’t know. Can this ball create miracles."
"The atmosphere at the scene is really too tense, everyone seems to be holding their breath."
Of course it is impossible to hold your breath at all. The actual situation is just the opposite. It seems that there is only breathing left in the audience. Even Inter Milan fans seem to have forgotten to use noise to interfere with Kaka.
Kaka tapped his toes, took a few steps on the spot, and then walked up in small steps. Then the steps got bigger and faster, and when he came to the football, the speed finally reached the maximum. His spirit seems to have reached its peak.
The left foot fell on the left side of the football, the right foot was placed as far back as possible, and then he pulled it hard.
The football went straight to the goal as if hit by a ram.
Kaka's entire body was driven by the power of his right foot, and he jumped up half a meter before falling down.
The football bypassed the wall and flew in the direction of the corner flag, but turned back after entering the penalty area, and got into the upper left corner of the goal amidst Toldo's dumbfoundedness.
The Inter Milan players who lined up the wall turned their heads to look at the goal, then turned back blankly and looked at Kaka.
Kaka walked up to them and looked at Barak, "Now, who is the wife?"
The referee just blew the goal whistle, thinking that Kaka was going to make trouble, ran over quickly.
Kaka didn't let him run in vain, took off his jersey, turned and rushed to the sidelines.
The referee shook his head with a wry smile, and showed a yellow card to Kaka's back.
Kaka threw the crumpled jersey high into the sky, and then leaned back on the ground.
It's so cool.