Chapter 367: A Bountiful Harvest

"Ohhhhh!!! Suker!! A bicycle kick goal!!!"

"What a perfect arc! Suker appeared exactly where he needed to be and scored this crucial goal!"

"Inter Milan's efforts have gone up in smoke. They led twice, only to be equalized by AC Milan each time, and in the final moment, Suker completes a hat-trick with this decisive strike!"

San Siro Stadium has erupted.

That wild goal, that critical goal.

In this moment, all the AC Milan fans' blood boiled, erupting into the fiercest of cheers toward the pitch.

Waves of deafening cheers rolled one after another.

Fans all stood up, their expressions crazed, overwhelmed by a state of euphoria.

On the pitch, Suker was already buried under a pile of his teammates.

Almost everyone had jumped onto him.

Inter Milan had put tremendous pressure on them, but Suker's godlike performance left them in awe.

Each time Ibrahimović scored, Suker struck back immediately.

And in the second half, he netted two goals in succession to complete the comeback.

Such goal-scoring efficiency deeply shook them.

Last time against Inter Milan, Suker did the same. This time again—still the same.

Could it be that Suker is truly Inter Milan's nemesis?

His teammates were beaming with joy!

Maldini even threw his arm around Suker's shoulder, almost ready to plant a kiss on him.

The crowd's cheers continued to surge like tidal waves.

Tens of thousands of AC Milan fans chanted Suker's name over and over again.

Suker!!!!!!!!!!! —

Suker!!!!!!!!!!! —

Suker!!!!!!!!!!! —

They had completely lost their minds.

The Milan Derby.

A hat-trick.

A bicycle kick.

All these elements frantically stirred their senses.

This Milan Derby was a gift from the heavens.

Therefore, there is only one color in Milan—

Red and black!

Suker was surrounded by teammates as he returned to his half.

On the other side, the Inter Milan players looked dejected.

They had tried to beat AC Milan.

They had given it their all.

They had even held the lead at one point, creating a favorable position.

But AC Milan clung to the score like a piece of stubborn tape, even managing a comeback goal.

That goal sapped their morale.

"What a terrible game!"

Ibrahimović also watched as Suker was surrounded by teammates.

His eyes carried a hint of helplessness.

Those falcon-like eyes dimmed.

He had played out of his skin in this match, trying everything to win.

But Suker was just too damn good.

The Inter players placed the ball at the center circle, preparing for the restart.

Their tired faces said it all.

They had given everything by this point.

Especially when AC Milan reversed the score—it felt like the strength had been drained from their bodies.

Not exactly despair, but their morale had taken a huge hit.

Inter Milan's coach Mancini immediately made substitutions, adjusting the forward line, hoping to get another goal.

But in their high morale, AC Milan's defense became even more solid.

Inter couldn't break through.

By the 80th minute, both teams had used their final substitutions.

Suker was subbed off too.

Having scored three goals, Suker had fulfilled his mission. If they won, he would undoubtedly be the MVP.

"This guy is like God!"

On the sidelines, AC Milan's assistant coach hugged Ancelotti in excitement.

Ancelotti's hands were trembling.

Partly from the joy of the comeback, partly from being blown away by Suker's performance.

At that moment, he deeply understood one thing:

"I can always trust Suker!"

Ancelotti looked at Suker like his eyes were shining.

Damn it!

In all his years of coaching, he'd never encountered a player like this.

So complete, so decisive in key moments.

Shevchenko was also a brilliant striker, but compared to Suker now, he seemed to lack something.

Meanwhile, in Milan's detention center...

The Inter Milan fans there sat in stunned silence.

One by one, they slumped in their cells, staring blankly at the TV filled with red-and-black waves.

Those damned AC Milan fans were celebrating wildly, basking in the glory of beating Inter.

A moment ago, they were all exhilarated.

Now they were like deflated eggplants, completely dispirited.

"This is awful!"

An Inter fan muttered bitterly, head down.

How in the world could they beat this damned AC Milan?

Were they really destined to be suppressed forever?

Were they simply born in an era where Inter Milan was doomed to fail?

One blue and black heart, one blue and black life.

This was the most painful moment for Inter Milan fans.

They were about to lose another Milan Derby.

On the other side, AC Milan fans like Bob were jumping around like monkeys in excitement.

"Suker! Suker!"

"He's too strong!"

"Screw Inter Milan! Hahaha!"

"Incredible! I admit Inter played well, but we played better!"

"Because we have Suker!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

AC Milan fans chanted Suker's name proudly.

That's right!

At this moment, Suker had given them pride and joy.

On the field, Inter Milan continued to press AC Milan's defense.

Figo came on as a substitute and performed well, often creating danger from the wing.

But good performance aside, they still couldn't score.

Figo was getting old—he couldn't play like he did in his youth. In critical moments, he no longer had the decisive edge he once had.

In injury time, Figo leapt high, but the ball brushed past his head—and with that, the suspense of the match disappeared.

The whistle blew.

Figo kicked the ball out in frustration, shaking his head.

At the same time, AC Milan players erupted in celebration.

"It's over! A full 90 minutes of intense football, both teams performed brilliantly. This match belonged to AC Milan and Inter Milan, but especially to Ibrahimović and Suker!"

"In a star-studded clash, two young players became the absolute protagonists!"

"They showed dazzling performances."

"Ibrahimović scored twice, putting Inter Milan ahead twice!"

"But Inter still couldn't withstand Suker's onslaught—a hat-trick! Once again, against Inter Milan!"

"This match was even more devastating than last season's."

"Still, congratulations to AC Milan and Suker!"

"Especially Suker, the Croatian superstar. With 15 goals in 12 matches, his goal spree continues!"

"We can't wait to see more of him in the Champions League and Serie A."

Commentator Aldo Serena applauded.

Known for his sharp tongue, even he never had a single sarcastic remark for Suker.

Aldo Serena always judged objectively.

But Suker's performance was flawless—he had nothing to criticize.

Now, Aldo was starting to fall for Suker's game.

This level of performance and clutch impact—it's what every player dreams of.

And it gave fans and viewers an unforgettable experience.

In this Derby, Suker was the sole star!

His name was etched into the night sky.

On the pitch, Suker had Darijo Srna's jersey draped over his shoulder as he strolled.

Wherever he passed, fans erupted with cheers and applause.

Soon, all of San Siro was chanting "Suker, Suker, Suker" in unison.

Suker stood in the center, basking in the moment, in the adoration of tens of thousands.

Looking around, his face beamed with a radiant smile.

This is exactly what he wanted!

For this, for football—

He fought so hard.

And in the end, it was all worth it.

The best thing in the world is when your efforts bear a bountiful harvest.

Suker raised his right arm high.

San Siro exploded in thunderous applause.

Whaaaaaaa!!!!!!! —