Chapter 408: 30 Goals in a Single Season

"Well played, Kaká!"

"Awesome!"

"Beautiful dribble!"

"Wow! That pass was so precise!"

"Nice dive!"

Kaká lay on the ground, red-faced, and shouted toward the sideline, "Shut up!"

During the training match, every time Kaká touched the ball, Suker would start shouting exaggerated commentary—worse than a real announcer.

Even though Suker was technically praising him, everything from that guy's mouth carried a tone of mockery.

Suker kept yelling, much to Kaká's annoyance.

Pirlo leaned in toward Suker and said, "If you keep yelling like that, he'll get distracted."

"This is called positive reinforcement, the more you praise him, the better he'll play. You know nothing!" Suker turned to him. "Don't you want a Kaká who's obedient and strong? The ol' 'dog fetching the frisbee' tactic worked great with him!"

Hearing that, Pirlo's eyes lit up.

Kaká made a cross.

"Great pass!"

"Excellent switch of play!"

Kaká made a tackle.

"Impressive!"

"You beast!"

Kaká fell to the ground.

"Who the hell do you think you're fouling?!"

"Watch your damn feet!"

Gattuso stood up, his face menacing, glaring toward Suker and Pirlo.

Anyone else would have backed down.

But these two? They glared right back.

"What are you looking at?"

"Want us to pull your pants down?!"

Gattuso was simple, but not stupid.

He knew that offending these two would make him the busiest man on the team for a while, so he just turned and walked off.

"Let's go again, Kaká!"

Suker and Pirlo slung their arms around each other and kept yelling their "encouragement."

Kaká yanked off his training bib and flung it to the ground.

I'm done.I can't play like this.

"You two quiet down already…"

A helpless voice came from the side.

Without turning, Pirlo replied, "You don't get it. This is positive education—we're—uh… Boss?"

It was Maldini, looking at Pirlo with a long-suffering expression.

Pirlo used to be playful, sure—but never this stupid.

Ever since Suker joined the team, everyone had started behaving differently.

One by one, they all started getting infected with this playful chaos—Pirlo, especially, had taken off in that direction.

Training ended.

AC Milan's form had been excellent lately. Victories in the league and Champions League had united the squad and boosted morale.

Next up in Serie A: Lazio.

Lazio had been ferocious in the second half of the season!

They held Inter to a draw away and beat Roma at home.

Though unimpressive early in the season, Lazio had surged lately.

Still, this time… they were facing AC Milan.

A team led by Super Saiyan Suker and Godslayer Kaká.

Suker had been in unstoppable form all season. Kaká, who had just exploded in the last match, had dismantled Bayern Munich with his outrageous performance.

Lazio's defense was solid—but not solid enough to claim they were better than Bayern's.

So, facing Suker and Kaká, they were under serious pressure.

Luckily, they were at home this round, which offered some advantage.

And hey—they had just beaten Roma at this stadium not long ago in the Rome Derby.

If they could defend well against Milan, maybe they could snatch a result.

The day before the match, AC Milan traveled to Rome for the clash against Lazio.

The Stadio Olimpico—shared by Roma and Lazio—was about to witness a fierce battle.

This historic ground, like the San Siro, held memories of glory for both of its home teams.

That weekend, Lazio fans flooded the stadium.

Lazio had done well this season—not because of any star players or standout talents, but through sheer teamwork and discipline. As a result, they currently sat fourth in the league, just behind Inter, AC Milan, and Roma.

Despite their slow start, their second-half form was electric.

This was a golden opportunity.

Milan had just faced Roma, then Bayern in the Champions League.

Even though they won both, fatigue and squad rotation had to be factors—right?

So maybe Lazio could close the gap in the standings.

The Lazio squad was unified and ready to fight on home turf.

But when AC Milan arrived—and Lazio saw them take the field in white away kits—their confidence wavered.

Maldini, Nesta, Suker, Kaká, Gattuso, Pirlo…

Full-strength Milan.

Lazio felt the pressure skyrocket. Milan had even rotated players against Roma—but brought out their best lineup against them.

Seriously? We're scarier than Roma now?

"Focus! Get your heads in the game!"

Maldini shouted from the front of the line.

Immediately, the Milan players straightened up.

No matter how goofy they were off the pitch, once the whistle blew, they were deadly serious.

Lazio wasn't to be taken lightly—if you reached top four in Serie A, it meant business.

Suker patted Kaká on the shoulder.

"Pass me the ball."

Kaká gave a confident nod.

He was full of energy after the last Champions League match and felt like he was reaching the peak of his career.

This was his moment to shine—to chase honors and glory.

Sure, Milan's squad was aging—but he believed he and Suker could still carry them.

If it were just him, he'd probably be burning himself out to carry the team alone.

But now? With Suker by his side, the load was much lighter.

"Let's go!!"

As they walked out of the tunnel, Suker let out a booming roar.

The Milan players' eyes burned with determination.

It was April.

Just one more month before the league and Champions League wrapped up.

Now was the time to fight for every point.

Two-front warfare—AC Milan couldn't afford to drop the ball on either side.

Starting Lineups:

Lazio (4-4-2):

GK: Peruzzi

DEF: Ledesma, Cribari, Siviglia, Zauri

MID: Mudingayi, Stefano Mauri, Mutarelli, Behrami

FWD: Rocchi, Pandev

AC Milan (4-3-2-1):

GK: Dida

DEF: Cafu, Nesta, Maldini, Jankulovski

MID: Gattuso, Pirlo, Seedorf

FWD: Kaká, Inzaghi, Suker

Pandev's eyes never left Suker.

Just a few weeks ago, in the Euro qualifiers, his North Macedonia side had been utterly destroyed by Suker's Croatia at home.

That match had left him with a sense of helplessness he couldn't forget.

Now, seeing Suker again, his body tensed up.

"Relax!"

A teammate patted Pandev on the back. "This is no time to freeze."

Pandev nodded and sighed. "I know. I'll pull myself together."

His teammate was right—this was club football, not international duty.

And based on Lazio's form, this was far from unwinnable.

Come on, you can do this.

"AC Milan knocking it around in the back—Pirlo is playing it safe…"

Suddenly, Pirlo launched a long pass.

"Pirlo goes long!"

The camera panned upfield.

Suker, on the run, brought the ball down as if it were glued to his foot, then shifted it forward into shooting position.

"Ohhhh—what a first touch! Suker with the shot!"

With a fierce swing of his right leg, and a twist of the hips, Suker fired toward the far post.

The ball barely brushed Peruzzi's fingertips and struck the far post—then slammed into the back of the net.

"GOAL!!!——"

"Just 9 minutes into the match, Milan strikes first! Pirlo's long pass found Suker in stride—amazing control and a clinical finish!"

"That's a textbook offensive sequence—Milan showing the world their deadly attacking system!"

"Suker: 30 goals in 30 games!"

"He's reached 30 league goals with 8 matches still left to play!"

"What a phenomenal scoring run!"