Chapter 400: He Is Unstoppable

Kaká believed that Milan had one bad habit when celebrating—

They loved pranking their teammates.

Every time they celebrated, Suker was always on high alert. Kaká had learned from that—if he wasn't careful, Pirlo really would pull his pants down.

When Pirlo failed to do so, he awkwardly stood up and walked away.

As he left, Suker gave him a swift kick on the butt.

Kaká squinted.

Those two were definitely in on it together.

He had to stay vigilant. If he ever got on Suker and Pirlo's prank list, just ask Gattuso how that ends.

Down two goals at halftime, Roma found themselves in a tough spot.

The pressure on Totti grew even heavier.

Roma always relied on Totti for goals. He often had to race against the clock to give his team the lead.

Once they fell behind, Roma would become very passive.

And that's exactly what was happening now.

AC Milan had Suker, a more efficient striker, and that gave Roma tremendous pressure.

After Kaká's goal, it was halftime.

Roma players huddled in the locker room, discussing how to turn the match around and equalize in the second half.

Meanwhile, in AC Milan's dressing room, Ancelotti praised the performances of Suker and Kaká.

These two had played brilliantly, giving Milan two vital goals in the first half.

Maldini sat between Suker and Kaká, wrapping an arm around each of them, grinning from ear to ear.

Maldini was Milan's legend, the club's very symbol.

The "Prince of Milan" wasn't just a nickname.

When Calciopoli broke out, and Shevchenko, Stam, and Rui Costa left the club, Maldini had once worried deeply about Milan's future.

But now, watching Suker and Kaká shine, he felt hopeful again. These two were filling critical roles and leading Milan to victory.

It made him happy and reassured.

He believed Milan's next generation had arrived—the future was in good hands, and now he could retire without worry.

"Here," Maldini said as he peeled a banana and handed it to Suker.

He also opened an energy drink for Kaká.

The two snacked and drank as Ancelotti continued outlining tactics.

"If Suker continues to be marked in the second half, shift the focus to Kaká," Ancelotti instructed. "And don't relax on defending Totti—we can't give him any chances. If he gets an opening, he's extremely dangerous!"

Milan's players understood this well.

After all, they played in the same league and even shared the national team with Totti. They knew exactly how dangerous he could be.

"On 65 minutes we'll make substitutions—Paolo and Cafu, be ready to warm up!"

Milan still had to play a Champions League match next. Cafu and Maldini would definitely start that game.

So Ancelotti needed them to get into form early.

He made no changes up front—Suker and the others were still in excellent condition.

Everything was clear, but as the second half began, something unexpected happened.

54th minute: During a Roma attack, Simunic failed to stop Totti, who got past him with ease.

Panicking, Simunic made a reckless sliding tackle from behind.

It turned the match on its head.

Red card + penalty.

AC Milan was down to 10 men.

Simunic looked pale.

Suker was visibly frustrated.

Simunic was sent off, and Roma won a penalty.

Totti stepped up to take it.

"This is a golden opportunity for Roma,"Aldo Serena explained."If they score and play with a man advantage, they could put serious pressure on Milan and possibly even turn the match around."

Beside him, Crudeli, who had been bouncing with excitement earlier, now stared nervously at the TV.

Totti stood at the penalty spot.

In front of him was Milan's goalkeeper Dida.

Two star players—this was a battle of minds.

Penalty kicks are psychological warfare. Dida kept talking, trying to distract Totti.

But Totti kept his eyes down, completely focused.

The whistle blew. Totti began his run-up.

In such a high-stakes moment… Totti shot it right down the middle.

Suker grinned.

The ball hit the back of the net.

"Totti! Shoots down the center. He predicted that Dida would dive, so he calmly aimed at the middle—a brilliant mental game!"

55th minute—Totti pulled one back for Roma.

Simunic was out. Milan was down a man.

Ancelotti had no choice but to make early changes:

Ronaldo off

Simic off

Maldini and Cafu on

Milan shifted to a more defensive shape. Even Kaká dropped back to help.

Up front, only Suker remained. Everyone else was Roma.

And with a man advantage, Roma went on the offensive.

Suker couldn't drop back—he was the counterattack weapon.

He waited anxiously up front, watching his team under pressure.

But Milan's veterans—Maldini, Cafu—held their ground. Even with ten men, they stabilized the situation.

Gattuso, Kaká, Pirlo, and Seedorf ran tirelessly in midfield to disrupt Roma's play.

They held off until the 70th minute.

Suker still waited.

"Give me a chance! A counterattack!" he muttered impatiently.

Seeing the defense overwhelmed, he was burning with frustration.

Then it happened—De Rossi's long shot was caught by Dida.

"Let's go!" Suker shouted as he turned.

Dida quickly got up, ran to the edge of the box, and shouted,

"Suker!"

Suker was already sprinting.

Boom!Dida launched the ball forward without hesitation.

Milan was down a man. On the counterattack, Suker was their only hope.

He sprinted, reached the drop zone first.

He controlled the ball with the outside of his foot, dodging Chivu's challenge.

Chivu kept pace, but Suker cut again, sliding past.

"Unbelievable…" Chivu muttered, helpless.

Suker's feel for the ball and footwork were driving him crazy.

Cassetti came in from the side, leaning his whole body into Suker, trying to bring him down.

He didn't care about fouling anymore—if Suker shot, it could mean disaster.

But Suker gritted his teeth and held his ground.

He lowered his center of gravity for better balance.

Then, as he fended off Cassetti, his left foot stepped forward, his body tilted left, and his right foot smashed the ball.

He didn't even look at the goal—he trusted his muscle memory.

At the moment of contact, he gave the ball a little flick.

That slight spin made the ball curve just enough to bend around Doni's hands and into the far corner.

Swish!The net rippled cleanly.

The once-quiet San Siro exploded with deafening cheers.

"Suker!! I told you, no one can stop him!"

"Even in a 1v2 at the front, Suker scored again. Milan is down to 10 men—but we still scored!"

"This is Milan's striking force! This is Suker!"

Crudeli was back at full volume, shouting:

"He is GOD!"

Aldo Serena chuckled.

He remembered earlier—Crudeli had said Kaká was "God's son."Now Suker was "God."

Kaká might punch someone if he heard that.

But Serena knew—it was just a way to express awe.

Crudeli was overjoyed, and so were the Milan fans.

Anyone watching as a Milan fan would've done the same—or maybe even gone crazier.

Milan had scored again—widening the gap.

Roma had fought hard, but they still couldn't break San Siro.

And Suker's performance?

Absolutely world-class.

"He really is unstoppable," Aldo Serena sighed.