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"GOAL! Kaka! Kaka! Kaka! Indescribable! This is a goal like a work of art, it should be preserved in a museum. Kaka seems to have defied the laws of physics, playing with inertia at his feet."

"I now declare, the best goal of this World Cup has been born! No objections! Perhaps even the best goal of the year! Kaka scored two goals in two games, each one more brilliant than the last."

"Let's watch the replay, it's here, excuse me, I even forgot the two previous wonderful step-overs. Here it is, once, twice, three times... Kaka used the same move to beat five players, succeeding each time, thanks to the cooperation of the Costa Rican defenders..."

The fans in the stands were cheering as if it were a holiday, even the usually stern Scolari had an incredulous look on his face, shaking his head, unable to hide the smile on his face.

"Kaka, come here, you have to dance at least three times for that goal."

"Too cool, how can you have such good body coordination at your height, you can stop on a dime."

"Kaka, how did you do that?"

"That's spoken as if... you couldn't do it yourself." The group was in a jumble, saying all sorts of things, but Kaka only heard the last sentence, so he only answered that one.

Ronaldo said it.

It's not known whether it was Kaka's words that gave Ronaldo inspiration, but in the second half, he really tried it once...

But this time, the Costa Rican defenders were not so accommodating, he used a fake shot to get past Wright, but on the second move, he was tackled to the ground by Wallace.

This was already the 49th minute of the match, Wallace received a yellow card, and Brazil was awarded a free kick.

Lonis felt a chill down his spine as he looked at the three people standing in front of the ball.

Ronaldinho, Rivaldo, Kaka...

Ronaldinho was Brazil's first-choice free-kick taker, but sometimes Rivaldo and Carlos would also take a shot. Now it seemed that Kaka also had some free-kick skills, so Lonis wasn't sure who would be shooting.

"Can I take it?" Ronaldo asked eagerly.

"Get out of the way, how many have you taken in this match?" Kaka didn't just say it, he directly pushed Ronaldo away five or six meters before returning to the ball, and even looked back apprehensively, afraid he might come back.

The crowd in the stands burst into laughter.

"Whoa, whoa, it seems there's a rift in the Brazilian team, Kaka doesn't want Ronaldinho to take the free kick, he pushed him away. But I have to remind the Costa Ricans, Kaka may not look as straightforward as he seems, he's as cunning in taking free kicks as he looks upright, you might not know this, but the goalkeepers in the Brazilian league hate this kid."

Jek Cafu was right, it was another trick, Ronaldinho was the one taking the shot.

Just a second ago, he was still shrugging at Kaka with a pathetic smile on his face, but as soon as the referee blew the whistle, he suddenly ran to the ball and completed a high-quality curling shot.

The ball curved over the wall and into the top right corner of the net.

Lonis had been anticipating Ronaldo's shot, but the quality of this shot was indeed very high, he reacted in time but still couldn't get a touch on the ball.

4:1.

After scoring, Ronaldo excitedly pointed at Kaka, beckoning him over as he retreated towards the sideline.

Kaka followed, initially thinking Ronaldo wanted to hug or high-five him, but instead, this guy pointed to a spot on his left, then started shaking his hips and dancing the samba without a care.

Seeing this, his teammates also ran over and lined up, dancing more joyfully than the last.

Next to Ronaldo, Kaka was a mess.

How embarrassing, should I pretend I know how to dance?

Thinking of that scene, it would be a sight for sore eyes.

The commentators and fans outside were already having a great time.

"What's Kaka daydreaming about? Don't tell me he's a Brazilian who can't dance the samba."

"We have an interesting scene on the field, the lively Kaka during the match seems unable to dance, what does this kid do in his spare time? Ronaldinho and Cafu are trying to teach him, Kaka is running away..."

"Quick, catch him, I want to see Kaka dance."

"Ronaldinho: The biggest challenge I've faced is not how to win the World Cup, but how to teach Kaka to dance the samba..."

...

Trailing by three goals, Costa Rica did not give up the match, instead growing more courageous, while Brazil, having effectively secured the victory, became a bit complacent, giving Costa Rica an opportunity.

In the 56th minute of the match, Bryce, who came on as a second-half substitute, dribbled down the right side, and the experienced Brazilian captain Cafu failed to stop him this time, allowing Costa Rica to complete a timely low cross into the box. Gómez finished from close range.

With over thirty minutes remaining, the score was now 4-2.

"The suspense of the match has returned, the respectable Costa Ricans, they haven't let the match enter garbage time, Scolari has been emphasizing the team's defense, but their defense still doesn't seem tight enough, this was just a very ordinary attack..."

But that wasn't all, in the 60th minute, Wanchope lobbed a pass to the near post, and Centeno struck a right-footed shot from close range, which Ceni reacted quickly to save.

Scolari, who had been giving instructions from the sideline, was so angry that he sat back down, folding his arms and sulking, looking annoyed.

Fortunately, Costa Rica's attacking wave came and went quickly, and the match soon returned to Brazil's rhythm.

In the 65th minute, Denílson replaced Rivaldo, the true master of dribbling, a dribbling demon who could easily lead his team's attack into a dead end if he wasn't careful. His introduction immediately doubled Brazil's possession rate, with Kaka and Ronaldo even becoming spectators for a time, getting a close-up view of a dribbling masterclass.

The match was nearing its end, Costa Rica seemed to have no strength to fight back, and Brazil also seemed to have no desire, as if they were content to run down the clock with dribbling. But suddenly, Denílson, who had been dribbling past three Costa Rican defenders, inexplicably passed the ball out of the crowd and made a run into the box himself.

Kaka, although startled, immediately played a lofted through ball to him.

The ball fell in front of Denílson, and without trapping it, he immediately took a powerful shot on the volley.

The shot was of high quality, fast and furious, but unfortunately too central, and Lonis was able to parry it away with both hands.

Wright quickly cleared the ball upfield, but it deflected off Bryce, who had come on for Wallace, and fell to Kaka directly in front of goal.

Faced with such a gift, Kaka didn't hesitate, taking another powerful volley.

The ball smashed against the crossbar and rebounded out, but before it could hit the ground, someone leapt up and headed it into the net.

That player quickly got up, ran towards the sideline, patting the small tuft of hair remaining on the front of his head as he went.

I, Ronaldo, may not have much hair, but I'm strong.

I was actually at work today, can you believe it?

The pace is too fast, the next chapter will be slower, so tomorrow's chapter may have a connection to the Pacific Ocean, you can read it skipping parts if you like, if not... don't curse me for being too descriptive.

(End of chapter)