Chapter 406: The Tragedy in San Siro 2.0

The match resumed, and Kaká's performance was as brilliant as ever.

The red-and-black-clad young man from memory, with his elegant strides and seamless dribbling, sliced through the defense as if he were charging through an open field with no obstacles in sight.

Once!

Twice!

Three times!

Kaká stirred Bayern Munich's backline into complete chaos.

Suker didn't just stand idly by either. He was shouting and cheering non-stop — like a spectator in the stands — relentlessly encouraging Kaká.

He wanted Kaká's hot streak to continue.

This was also the reason Suker had approached Ancelotti with a special request.

He hoped Milan could keep attacking — Kaká's form had finally caught fire, the Godslayer Kaká had come online, and this kind of form needed game time to stay sharp.

Suker didn't want Kaká to fall off again like last season — exploding in one match, only to vanish the next.

Ancelotti understood the implication.

With a three-goal lead, they had the luxury to let loose.

If one game could fully awaken Kaká — it was a deal worth making.

"Kaká is still charging at the defense — his performance today is absolutely unbelievable! Bayern's defense looks like nothing more than a thin film — easily pierced!"

At that moment on the pitch, Kaká received a pass from Pirlo with his back to goal.

He raised his right foot, dropped his shoulder to the left — feigning a breakthrough from that direction.

The fake fooled the defender.

Schweinsteiger shifted his weight left in response, but in that instant, Kaká twisted his ankle outward and snapped the ball right with a sudden pivot from his left foot — preparing to spin and break through.

Seeing this, Schweinsteiger immediately realized the danger and scrambled to switch sides, lunging right.

But Kaká stepped on the ball with his right foot, dragged it back, then pushed it left again with a horizontal move.

This rapid series of feints and directional changes left Schweinsteiger sitting on the ground — while Kaká burst free.

With his signature flair, Kaká dribbled forward, head up, sprinting toward the box.

At the same time, his eyes scanned the defense and his teammates' positions.

Suker was still tightly marked.

Samuel and Van Buyten were glued to him, and Suker shifted left to open space for Kaká's attack.

Seeing this, a small smile curled on Kaká's lips.

Having a powerful teammate makes the game so much easier.

Without Suker, Kaká might've had to take on the whole defense alone.

But with Suker drawing defenders away, the pressure on Kaká was greatly reduced.

And if they did turn to mark Kaká instead — Suker would be free.

But again — the key question was:

Can you afford to leave Suker unmarked?The answer: No.

Last season, Suker engineered a massacre at San Siro — Bayern's nightmare.

They were now doing everything they could to contain him.

"Step up!!"

Kahn shouted.

He saw Kaká step into the penalty area, and his body tensed.

The memory of Kaká's previous rocket goal was still fresh in his mind.

If he let that happen again…

Right then, Kaká quickly pulled the ball back — carving out a shooting angle.

Lucio tried to close him down, but Kaká's movement was too sharp, too decisive.

A snap shot with his left foot — seemingly aimed at the far post, but Kaká twisted his ankle mid-shot and redirected the ball toward the near corner on the right.

Kahn misread it.

He'd shifted his weight left — and when he realized the mistake, it was too late.

His left knee buckled — he dropped to the ground.

Turning toward the right post, he saw the ball lying quietly inside the net.

Goal #4.

Kahn's heart sank.

At that moment, as he looked at Kaká and Suker, he felt no more will to resist.

Years ago, he might've still had the fight. The Lion King in his prime would have roared back.

But now — age had caught up.

Last season, his goal had been blown to pieces by Suker.

This season, they hoped for revenge — but instead, Kaká, like a dragon on the pitch, danced past their entire defense.

"Like jade on the roadside, a prince without equal!"

Why is this handsome kid so ridiculously strong!?

"KAKÁ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Aldo Serena shouted with all his might.

Next to him, Crudeli was also losing his voice.

"Kaká! Kaká! Kaká! Kaká! Kaká! Kaká!"

"My God! His performance is insane — he's constantly storming Bayern's defense, tearing apart every so-called obstacle in Milan's way!"

"Last season at San Siro, Suker directed a massacre!"

"This season, again at San Siro, Bayern vowed to take revenge — they managed to contain Suker, but they never expected Kaká to explode!"

"This is Milan! This is AC Milan!"

"Even if wounded, the red-and-black giants are still a top-class powerhouse!"

"Shevchenko left — and we feared Milan lacked firepower. But Suker stepped up: 29 goals in 29 games — he proved he's the new superstar striker!"

"Rui Costa left — Suker moved to center-forward, and we worried about Milan's buildup play. But Kaká's dazzling dribbles showed us how brilliant he can be!"

"It's a tough era — Maldini and Costacurta are aging…"

"But it's also an era full of hope — Suker and Kaká are Milan's future! Just look at how well they play!"

Crudeli's eyes turned red.

At the start of the season, no one believed in Milan. Everyone thought that after Shevchenko's departure, Milan was a paper tiger.

But as a lifelong Milan fan, Crudeli had defended them at every turn.

Even when he wasn't fully convinced — he still stood firm.

Now, Suker and Kaká had become the source of his confidence.

Crudeli's eyes gleamed with pride.

Come on, no matter who it is — we won't be afraid!Maldini can still run.Gattuso is still a beast.Pirlo's long passes are deadly.Seedorf is as solid as ever.Suker and Kaká — are the final insurance policy.

67th minute — AC Milan 4:0 Bayern Munich.

By now, Bayern's fans were already leaving.

Those who remained were weeping.

Down by four goals — there was no coming back.

But Milan's attack still wasn't over.

Kaká was on fire — and under his lead, Milan kept pounding Bayern's defense and creating real danger.

With Kaká shining, Suker was gradually freed up.

Samuel could no longer afford to tightly mark Suker — he had to account for Kaká too.

Kaká continued pushing forward. At the edge of the box, he swayed left and right, then knocked the ball wide — dragging two defenders right with his explosive burst.

Near the byline, Kaká stopped and twisted, faking a cutback — fooling Lucio into leaning back…

But then Kaká just pushed the ball forward again.

The ball rolled along the line — Kaká immediately delivered a cross.

Low and fast — a difficult one to reach.

But Kaká believed in Suker.

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!The sound of sprinting feet filled Samuel's ears.

He didn't dare look back — just stared at the ball.

He crouched low, ready to jump and intercept.

But just then — a figure leaped from behind like a torpedo.

Suker planted one foot, rose high, neck locked tight — and smashed his forehead into the ball.

Boom!The ball flew toward the bottom left corner.

Kahn dove once more — but it was too late.

The ball bounced off the turf and into the net.

83rd minute — Suker scores with a header.

AC Milan 5:0 Bayern Munich!

Another massacre.

Same victims.

Lahm, Schweinsteiger, and other young Bayern players had tears in their eyes.

They couldn't take the blow.

Shame. Frustration. Helplessness. Confusion — all swirling in their hearts.

Their form and confidence had completely collapsed.

Even Podolski looked dazed at the scoreboard.

This was supposed to be his battle with Suker — but Kaká had hijacked the spotlight and become the true star.

86th minute — Suker and Kaká were both subbed off.

Their departure signaled Milan's switch to full defensive mode.