"Zlatan Ibrahimović scores his second!! He's equalized the game for Inter Milan!"
"Once again, he's broken through AC Milan's defense and sent the ball into the back of the net. Inter Milan equalizes! They equalize again!"
Huang Jianxiang roared into the microphone.
The crowd of Huaxia (Chinese) fans in the stadium had gone absolutely wild.
They cheered and shouted with passion.
At this point, they no longer cared about who's home or away — they were cheering for the sheer spectacle of the match.
Less than 60 minutes in — four goals on the scoreboard.
Both teams were throwing everything they had into the attack.
It didn't feel like an Italian match at all.
But no one cared — the excitement level was through the roof.
Back in distant Milan, Inter fans erupted in celebration.
They were filled with hope for this match.
Seeing AC Milan's defense starting to unravel, they felt the balance of victory tipping their way.
Maybe — just maybe — this was the turning point.
After years of being crushed by AC Milan, to the point of psychological collapse...
Even the sight of red and black filled them with dread.
But now, they were shaking off that fear.
They were fighting back. Sooner or later, they would defeat AC Milan — and tell the world:Milan belongs to the blue and black.
Forza Inter!!!
Inter fans' chants echoed through the skies above Milan.
Beijing Workers' Stadium — the Huaxia crowd was murmuring with concern.
"Feels like AC Milan is starting to crumble..."
"Their backline is too old. I love Maldini too, but honestly, the old guy has done all he can."
"Šuker's done his best! Inter's defense is strong, but he still created goal twice by himself. What more can you ask?"
"If this were two years ago, Šuker wouldn't have to carry this much!"
"But damn, Šuker really is amazing! He's holding the line alone and still keeping it tied!"
"But what now? Milan's defense can't hold up like this!"
"Looks like it's time for a substitution..."
And indeed — AC Milan made a change.
Maldini off. Jankulovski on.
Maldini approached Nesta, handing over the captain's armband himself.
His expression was troubled — he knew he hadn't performed well in this match.
But at 39 years old, he had already done everything in his power.
"The rest is up to you now," Maldini said, patting Nesta on the shoulder.
He was no longer the omnipotent legend of the past.
As Maldini walked off the field, shoulders slumped, his back looked weary and aged.
A hero past his prime.
SMACK!
"HISS!"
Maldini winced in pain — his back suddenly stung.
"Ivan?!" he shouted, assuming it was Gattuso.
But it was Šuker.
"Šuker?" Maldini blinked.
Šuker just grinned and gave him a big thumbs-up.
Without saying a word, he turned and jogged away.
Maldini watched Šuker's back and cracked a small smile. His once-hunched back began to straighten.
Yes...
He was old now, and couldn't change the game anymore.
But AC Milan still had one decisive weapon left on the field.
Šuker.
SMACK!Maldini clapped hands firmly with Jankulovski.
"Let's go!"
Milan completed the substitution, but the game still tilted toward Inter Milan.
The pressure from Inter kept intensifying.
On Milan's side, only Šuker remained upfield — everyone else had dropped back to defend.
They were desperately pressing and tackling, trying to win back possession.
Gattuso was relentless — constantly intercepting, tackling, and disrupting Inter's flow.
But Milan lacked players in the right positions. Even when Gattuso got the ball out, it kept falling back to Inter's players.
"Hold your position! HOLD THE LINE!"Gattuso screamed at his teammates.
Kaká knew Gattuso was yelling at him, but this was his first time playing as a wide midfielder — he was still learning the role and feeling unsure.
And Milan was being crushed — he didn't dare push too far forward.
He'd already fallen back almost to the penalty box line.
Gattuso saw that, ran over, and shoved Kaká forward.
"Go to the wing — stop blocking the way here!"
Gattuso was furious.
Kaká quietly obeyed.
This was the first time he'd ever been bossed around by Gattuso like that.
"Inter Milan is bombarding AC Milan's penalty area! The momentum has completely shifted — now it's up to AC Milan to see if they can launch a counterattack!"
Milan defenders were throwing their bodies on the line — blocking, sliding, running like mad.
They were withstanding wave after wave of shots.
Dida was performing miracles — making save after save.
Without Dida, Milan would've conceded long ago.
BANG!
Figo fired a low shot — it ricocheted off Nesta's leg and spun wide toward the right flank.
"Chance!! Counterattack chance for AC Milan!!"Huang Jianxiang yelled.
The whole stadium held its breath and looked to Kaká.
He was right there. Adjusting his position, he chested the ball down, turned to face forward...
And locked eyes with Šuker.
Just that single glance — and Šuker understood.
Kaká's eyes said only one thing:
"RUN."
There was one open space in the front line — and that's exactly where the ball was going.
Šuker turned and sprinted full speed.
At the same time, Kaká met the dropping ball and swung his left foot — a stunning outside-foot curving pass.
"Kaká with the pass—" Huang Jianxiang's voice caught in his throat.
The ball curved through the gap between Samuel and Zanetti — spinning into the center.
"A rainbow pass! A rainbow pass from Kaká!! — My God! Am I seeing this right?!"
The Huaxia fans in the stands erupted.
Šuker's signature move — coming from Kaká's foot — was a visual shock.
Šuker charged after the ball, his heart pounding.
Damn!
Damn it!!
This is insane!
A flying, rainbow-style pass?!
I only taught him this recently, and now he's doing it better than me?!
Kaká, you monster of a talent...
Šuker reached the ball and stopped it dead.
Samuel stood in front of him.
Šuker began stepovers, his upper body swaying violently.
"Out of my way, all of you!"
Pendulum dribble!
I'm gonna break your ankles!
"Pendulum move! That's the pendulum!! Oh my God!!"Huang Jianxiang was clutching his head.
The fans were losing their minds.
Even Ronaldo on the bench was stunned.
Wait — when did I teach him that?!
But that move — it was clearly Ronaldo's pendulum dribble.
Šuker's rapid stepovers dazzled Samuel. The defender was frozen, panicking.
Šuker moved in, Samuel gritted his teeth and lunged — guessing he'd cut right.
Šuker dipped his shoulder right — exactly as Samuel expected.
Samuel dove to that side, reaching out to grab him...
But missed.
Šuker had used the right-foot feint to cut back left at the last second.
Teeth clenched, muscles flexed, Šuker twisted his entire torso violently — shifting all his momentum from right to left.
Right foot planted. Core twisted. The power of his legs and midsection — like a coiled spring.
Pendulum + Body Feint!
You're not stopping this.
"He's through!! After the pendulum move, he added a second-change Body Feint! That kind of body control is insane!!"
Šuker got past Samuel.
But the move took a toll — his thigh muscles were starting to cramp.
At the final moment, he stabbed the ball with his toe — hard.
He didn't care where it went — he had no control over direction.
But Inter's keeper had been mesmerized by Šuker's ridiculous moves.
He didn't react in time — the ball flew past him into the left corner of the goal.
Minute 79 — Šuker scores again.
A jaw-dropping goal.
SMACK!
Šuker collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.
The rapid feints and insane body torque had taken their toll — his muscles ached all over.
Never doing that again.My body can't take it.