Chapter 93: Let Me Hear Your Voices

Kaka, along with the head coach and captain, joined the ranks to appease the fans.

He himself didn't think it would have any effect, but the result made him feel as if something was blocking his heart.

The fans gradually became quiet.

Of course, not everyone, but under the influence of most people, all the voices greeting Robinho and the referee began to fade away.

Kaka was moved and guilty.

Needless to say, he was touched. As long as your heart is not made of stone, you cannot help but be touched when you face such devoted fans.

Feeling guilty because his heart has always been yearning for the wider world outside. This city... is home, but it is not a place of struggle.

He will leave one day.

What has he done to deserve this treatment from them?

...

No matter how Kaka's mind turned, the situation finally calmed down.

Penalty kick for Santos.

It was Diego who took the free throw.

He looked calm and unaffected by the boos and curses from the home fans.

The whistle sounded.

Diego took two steps and kicked the ball towards the lower right corner.

This was a ground ball, very fast, and he aimed it at the inside of the goal post. He originally thought he had a sure shot, but to his surprise, Ceni pounced on the ball and accurately caught it in his arms.

The Sao Paulo fans just started cheering, and the whistle sounded.

Everyone's heart suddenly thought, and the only thought was: the referee is acting unfairly again.

Sure enough, the referee put down the whistle in his mouth and shook his head, "The goalkeeper moved early. This ball does not count and will be taken again."

Now the Sao Paulo fans protested.

Everyone protested, but the referee was determined. An angry Ceni pushed him hard and received a yellow card.

This was actually a red card offense, but the referee obviously still wanted to leave the stadium alive, so Ceni could continue to stay on the field.

There is nothing more to say now; the referee's decision is final.

"Ceni moved his steps early, and the penalty kick had to be restarted. This game was really not going well. This ball is still taken by Diego. Let's see if he can seize this opportunity."

Diego took a deep breath and looked at Ceni.

Ceni looked cold and stared back fiercely.

The home fans were still yelling at Diego, but the players on the field were quiet, ready to rush in for a supplementary shot or a clearance at any time.

Whistle, run-up, shot.

Diego chose the left side this time, and it was a powerful volley.

Ceni reacted quickly, as if his feet were equipped with springs, and he hit the football again, but this time he failed to hold the ball down, and the football flew out.

Players from both sides rushed into the penalty area, but Diego was the fastest.

He rushed in front of the football in two or three steps and volleyed the ball into the net.

1:1, total score 2:4.

Diego was very excited after scoring the goal. He ran directly to the stands of Sao Paulo fans, took off his jersey and danced.

The Sao Paulo fans were already furious. If they hadn't thrown away everything they could smash, Diego would have been greeted by another violent altercation.

"Go to hell! Santos clown!"

"Let's go back and dance with you in my arms!"

"Kaka! Kill them! Kick their balls out!"

Every Sao Paulo person had a fire in his heart, especially the audience who watched the replay in front of the TV. Now they wanted to rush to the court and bury the referee directly in the grass.

Kaka walked to the goal, patted Ceni on the shoulder and said: "It's okay, you have done a good job."

"Kaka! Win this game! You must win!"

Kaka didn't speak, just nodded.

It's useless, just try your best.

The game started again, with Fabiano and Kaka standing in the center circle to serve.

He knew that Fabiano was the most angry one right now, so he had to remind him, "Fabiano..."

"Don't worry, brother, I know what to do, I've calmed down, you just pass the ball over and leave the rest to me, just like we did before."

"Okay, do what you did before and win the game."

Fabiano kicked the ball out, and Kaka passed it back to Falcao.

Falcao continued to pass back, and Baptista behind him seemed to want to vent his emotions and kicked the ball directly.

The football flew high into the air and landed in the Santos half.

Fabiano jumped high and pressed the opponent's defender who was over 1.9 meters tall to hit the ball.

Kaka stepped in at high speed and took the ball away, but before he could pick up the speed, he was tackled to the ground by Santos' players again.

The whistle sounded.

The opponent was afraid that he was about to take a free kick again, so he kicked the ball away.

Kaka felt angry, and this time it was someone else's turn to persuade him.

This is such a mess...

Free kick by Sao Paulo.

"The Sao Paulo team received a well-positioned free kick, which is 24 meters away from the goal. It is the area where Kaka is best at. Whether it is shooting or passing, he can create a great threat."

Kaka stood in front of the football, looked towards the goal, suddenly turned around and waved to his own goal.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked over.

Ceni looked up in shock and pointed at himself.

Kaka nodded and waved for him to come up.

"Oh! We almost forgot that in addition to Kaka, there is also a free kick master in the Sao Paulo team. In fact, before Kaka showed his free kick skills, Ceni was Sao Paulo's first penalty taker. We didn't do that. After detailed investigation, it is still certain that he is definitely the professional goalkeeper who has scored the most free kicks in the history of football. It seems that Kaka wants Ceni to get the lost ball back personally."

Ceni ran up, and the two of them came together to communicate in this way, and then stepped back at the same time.

Ceni signaled to the referee that he was ready.

But the Santos goalkeeper was still worried. He moved left and right in front of the goal, waving at the wall, moving a little to the left and to the right. It took him a long time to finally settle.

The referee's whistle finally sounded.

Kaka and Ceni started running at the same time, but Kaka was in front and Ceni was behind.

Everyone thought that Kaka was a fake kick, and the real shot must be Ceni. Everyone stared at Ceni.

But the fact is that Kaka kicked the ball directly with the inside of his foot.

The wall didn't take off, the goalkeeper didn't react, the football drew an arc like this) and flew into the upper left corner of the goal.

Fabiano was originally hiding in the penalty area, trying to see if there was any chance for a follow-up shot, but the football flew past his scalp, making him groan.

Then he turned around and saw the football flying into the door.

The whole stadium seemed to have been pressed on the mute button, and then suddenly erupted.

Ceni excitedly picked up Kaka from behind and spun him around three times before throwing him out.

Kaka was thrown forward by him and staggered a few steps before he straightened up. He didn't bother to offend him and ran directly to the sidelines and put his hands to his ears.

Come, let me hear your voices.

(End of chapter)