0093 So you're playing frisbee without me, huh? (Looking for my first subscription)

"Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka!!!"

"Kaka Goal!"

"A header."

"Kaka seldom scores with his head."

"Except for that assist from Gattuso on his debut, he probably hasn't scored another."

Crudeli excitedly started running around the broadcasting room again.

"17 minutes, 2:0!"

"Liverpool is now on the brink of a cliff."

"No team can stop the cooperation between Kevin and Kaka."

"So what if today's locals support Liverpool?"

"So what?!!!"

With my faith entrusted to the sky, I open my arms and look up, in gratitude for the blessings from above.

Once Kaka's signature move was deployed,

the effect was significant.

If this were anywhere else in Europe,

it would be enough to make the girls in the stands cross their legs.

Ataturk Stadium is clearly not Jesus's home ground.

Kaka's signature celebration,

in the eyes of the locals, was full of provocation.

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

So they were even more agitated than the Liverpool fans.

Stretching their necks,