Chapter 206: Two Ghost-like Guys

Suker began to warm up, drawing the attention of AC Milan fans.

As a blockbuster signing this season, hailed as a super prodigy, Suk's arrival at AC Milan was not just a reinforcement of the squad but also a commercial success.

A genius paired with a powerhouse!

What's more, Suker had been the most outstanding performer so far.

Many were looking forward to Suker's debut for AC Milan, though few expected it to happen in an away match.

But for AC Milan, this game was indeed crucial.

If they lost, it would invite even more media pressure and could even affect the club's management at the highest levels.

AC Milan can lose.

But they cannot lose to a newly promoted team—especially not at such a critical moment.

News that Suker was warming up spread quickly.

At the same time, viewership of the match began to rise.

This was the influence Suker now had—not just among AC Milan fans, but also others eager to see how the Croatian genius who had dazzled in the Champions League would perform in his Serie A debut.

Suker did not come on immediately in the second half.

Instead, he waited about 10 minutes.

During this time, Shevchenko continued making forward runs to tire out the opposition.

Shevchenko had some pent-up frustration—after all, he was the one being subbed off.

Once hailed as Milan's main man, the failed transfer had created an invisible rift between him and the club.

At the 55th minute mark…

To much anticipation, Ancelotti made a substitution.

Suker stood beside Ancelotti, ready to take the field.

The fourth official raised the board.

AC Milan substitution.

Number 7, Shevchenko off.

Number 99, Suker on.

Suker made his Serie A debut!

"Suker is on!! Ancelotti chooses to trust this Croatian prodigy at a crucial moment. We've all seen his brilliant Champions League performances. Now let's see what he brings to AC Milan in his debut."

"What kind of changes can Suker bring to AC Milan in this match?"

Aldo Serena was full of expectations.

AC Milan had just signed Kaká, and his performances had already pushed Rivaldo out of the lineup.

Now, this Champions League sensation, Suker, was making his debut—what would he deliver?

Suker stood by the sideline, waiting calmly to enter.

Shevchenko walked toward him, his brow slightly furrowed, but still gave Suker a high five.

"Good luck."

Shevchenko patted Suker on the back. Suker ran onto the pitch.

As he entered the field, a chorus of boos echoed from all directions.

Suker looked around at the noisy stands.

"I'll shut you up in a minute."

"Pass the ball to me!" Suker called out directly to Pirlo.

Pirlo, with his trademark sleepy fish eyes, looked as if he hadn't woken up.

In this match, he really hadn't.

A throw-in near AC Milan's midfield line.

Suker quickly moved back to receive.

Maldini with the throw-in.

"Boss, throw it to me!" Suker called out.

Boss?

Maldini was momentarily surprised but still tossed the ball his way.

Suker sensed pressure from behind, gently trapped the ball with his right foot while facing backward, then suddenly dropped his left shoulder. As the opponent shifted weight to that side...

Suker reversed direction, nudged the ball forward with his right foot, spun around the defender, and burst forward.

"Let's see Suker's first touch—OH!! A fake move with his back to goal! He's turned him! He's broken through!!" Aldo Serena shouted. "He's off and running!!"

After shedding his marker, Suker sprinted down the flank.

The sudden burst of pace caught not only Ascoli but even AC Milan off guard.

Suker was already dashing toward the byline!

He was flying down the left wing!

"I'll stop him!" Ascoli's fullback Lauro rushed over to defend.

Suker fixed his gaze on him.

When Lauro set his feet—

BOOM! Suker blasted the ball past him.

"Stop me? My ass!"

The moment Lauro's feet were planted, he was done for.

Suker smashed the ball far downfield behind Lauro.

Now it was pure speed.

Suker was already at full sprint.

Lauro still had to start moving.

Suker overtook him instantly.

"Damn it!!" Lauro was shocked. He had underestimated Suker's speed.

He turned his body, trying to shove Suker out or force a foul.

But Suk lowered his head, hit a second gear, and shook him off completely.

Lauro stumbled and fell to the ground!

"He's past him!!"

Aldo Serena screamed, "Suker!! He's through!! The center! Pass to the center! Someone support him!!"

Suk tore down the flank.

At the same time, in the same white away kit, Kaká charged through the center.

The two were like twin swords piercing Ascoli's heart.

As he approached the box, Kaká raised his hand.

Suker caught up with the ball, twisted his body, and whipped in a cross.

His momentum carried him forward, while the ball skimmed low across the ground into the penalty area.

"Kaká!!!!—"

Kaká's eyes locked on the ball. It wasn't a perfect pass—it was coming fast.

He trapped it with his right foot, then shifted the ball aside and shot in one motion.

Swish!!!!—

"Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Goal! Goal! Goal!!!——"

"Oh my God! Suk's been on for barely two minutes, and AC Milan have equalized!"

"Suker's run down the wing tore apart Ascoli's defense. Kaká met the pass in the middle, controlled it, and finished!"

"They were like arrows shot straight through Ascoli's backline—swift and deadly!"

"Hahaha!! The only one who can catch Kaká is Suker! And the only one who can catch Suker is Kaká!"

"Look at these two phenomenal young talents—they've pulled Milan back into the game!"

In Milan, bars packed with AC Milan fans erupted.

"OH~~~~~~~~!!!!!"

"That's ghost-level speed!!!"

"He tore the defense apart by himself!!"

"He's like a rocket! That fullback couldn't stop him at all!"

"And did you see that second burst of speed? That explosion!"

"On the field for two minutes and he already equalized? This guy's insane!"

Milan fans were on fire.

They watched Suker getting up from the ground, eyes practically glowing with hearts.

"Suker belongs to us!! Hahaha!!!"

One Milan fan laughed loudly, raising his arms: "Suker belongs to who?!"

The crowd erupted in unison.

"He belongs to Milan!!!!——"

Aldo Serena, watching the slow-motion replay of Suk's turn, couldn't help but marvel:

"What kind of burst power is that?! Ascoli's midfielder even tugged Suker a bit, but he still blew past him."

"One touch, violent push forward, second acceleration—defense torn apart!"

"We were complaining in the first half about Milan's slow pace. Suker came on and hit the fast-forward button times ten!"

"This game just got exciting!"

Even though Kaká scored, most players ran to celebrate with Suker.

Kaká too.

Suker's break down the wing was the key.

It split open the entire defense.

"You really just went full send, huh? Weren't you supposed to help us slow the tempo?" Seedorf joked.

Suker smiled. "That's what you thought. That's what they thought. They got used to the slow rhythm—so I hit them with a surprise."

"Honestly, I didn't expect us to score."

Then he looked at Kaká: "Great run."

Kaká was the only one who could keep up.

That gave Suker someone to pass to in the center.

Inzaghi, the furthest forward, didn't even make it in time!

Kaká grinned.

He really was running for his life.

He hadn't expected Suker to be that fast—almost lost him.

"Alright, now let's stabilize the rhythm and take it step by step."

Maldini walked over, ruffled Suker's hair, "Well done!"

The players began retreating.

Suker had contributed an assist just two minutes after coming on—a performance that had Milan fans thrilled.

Ancelotti scratched his tingling scalp.

He'd known Suker would make an impact—preseason games had already proven that.

But Suker had attacked in a way no one expected.

To be honest, when Suker flew past the sideline near him, Ancelotti felt like he'd stopped breathing.

That blinding speed and tension—he forgot to inhale.

Only when Kaká scored did he exhale.

This performance. This efficiency!

33 million euros?

Ancelotti would pay 50 million without blinking.

The score was level now. Next up—how well could Suker orchestrate the attack?

He didn't need more assists or goals. Suker's performance had already been stellar.

All he needed now was to stabilize…

Ancelotti watched Suker play a one-two with Kaká and launch another run.

"Suker's attacking Ascoli again—tight space! Three defenders surround him—but… they can't take the ball!!"

Suker kept dragging and pushing the ball. Just as he was taken down, he flicked the ball with the outside of his foot—up into the air and out of the pressure.

The ball popped over the dense defense!

Suddenly, Inzaghi burst in from the side, controlled the ball with his thigh, nudged it forward, and struck it just before it hit the ground.

Bang!!

The shot curved toward the left corner. Ascoli's keeper leapt and made a brilliant save, punching the ball away.

"Fantastic save! That sh—"

The ball dropped to the left of the six-yard box—and guess who was there?

"Suker!!" Aldo Serena exclaimed.

Suker had appeared at the drop point.

How?! Inzaghi was supposed to be the ghost—now there were two?

Ascoli's fullback Lauro stared at Suker and Inzaghi.

His mouth slightly open, he muttered:

"These two ghost-like guys…"