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After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Chapter 1080: 346: Ibrahimovic: Let Real Madrid Test My Mettle

Author: Burial Love Ye Liangchen
updatedAt: 2025-08-18

Chapter 1080: Chapter 346: Ibrahimovic: Let Real Madrid Test My Mettle

After kickoff, Ibrahimovic passed the ball back to Kaka, who immediately returned it.

AC Milan never gets used to whirlwind attacks from the start.

Raul and Higuain pressed past midfield together, as Kaka took the ball to the wing before passing it back to Pirlo.

Pirlo wasn’t in a hurry when he got the ball.

Because the newcomer, Hummels, also has a decent long pass.

With two points to deliver the ball in the backfield, Milan’s rear organization could be more composed.

Raul pressed forward again, Pirlo dodged easily with a right-footed feint, and then sent a long pass.

The ball flew over midfield straight to Real Madrid’s backfield; Torres received it at the wing, entered the penalty area, and made a lob pass. The ball soared over Cannavaro’s head toward the center, and Kaka, who rushed in, struck directly with the inside of his foot, sending the ball swiftly into the goal.

After the goal, Kaka lifted his jersey to reveal the white T-shirt underneath.

Written on the T-shirt: Kevin is the faith of soccer.

In the 7God live broadcast room.

“Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka!!!”

Crudeli shouted: “A goal right after kickoff, I knew today’s match would be this way. This AC Milan is united and strong; no one can stop us except Chelsea.”

“After Kevin left, Real Madrid was like our Emperor wandering abroad, holding nothing but a hollow title and their laughable Venice Prince instant noodle ad, without anything worth praising.”

“Kaka, this devout believer, has finally discovered who the true god on the pitch is. Whether holding the Quran or the Bible, on the soccer field, you can only bow toward London!”

Raul put his hands on his hips, mimicking his former teammate.

He had considered there might be a strength gap between the two sides, but he never thought Milan could score so easily.

The atmosphere of AC Milan felt like last season’s Real Madrid.

If the number ten were still on the team, he wouldn’t feel so exhausted.

A few minutes later, Torres’ shot was blocked out of the baseline.

Pirlo took the corner kick, Pepe and Maldini both missed at the near post, Ibrahimovic, in front of Cannavaro, reached out with his right foot and kicked the ball into the net with the outside of his foot.

After the goal, Ibrahimovic rushed to the corner flag area, mimicked Huang Kaiwen’s move, and performed an airborne spin followed by a fist pump.

The Rossoneri on the visiting fans’ stand followed suit.

The Merengues wearing white jerseys could only watch the familiar scene with dismay.

Damn Florentino!

As the match went on, AC Milan was practically pressing Real Madrid.

The connection between Real Madrid’s two wings and the forward line was well disrupted by AC Milan’s three defensive midfielders.

In the 39th minute, Torres took the ball on the left, maneuvered continuously, and shot directly from the left edge of the big penalty area, sending the ball into the far corner of the goal.

The goal by Torres wouldn’t let Real Madrid off either.

Whether because of his birth or to integrate into AC Milan.

Torres had every reason to celebrate wildly.

As he slid on his knees to the sideline, he raised three fingers.

A massive sense of humiliation rose in the hearts of Real Madrid fans as the Bernabéu Stadium fell silent.

How could the noble Real Madrid allow itself to be insulted by a bastard from Atletico Madrid?

A minority of Merengues chose to respond with boos.

Some fans even stood up, unwilling to watch the remaining match.

Two years later, the red and black striped shirts once again made the Bernabéu Stadium’s owner leave early, the empty seats on the stands, like the patches of time, telling of the owner’s resentment.

In the fourth minute of injury time, Torres was brought down by Ivanovic while carrying the ball on the left, and AC Milan won a free kick near the front field.

After discussing with teammates, Ibrahimovic got the right to take the shot.

Casillas stood in the penalty area, staring fixedly at the vicinity of the foul spot.

For a right-footed player, this ball angle is pretty good.

Typically, it’s better to aim towards the center to right side of the goal from a left-side free-kick.

Thinking over, Casillas positioned himself slightly to the center-right.

He believed that with his reaction speed, even a left-side shot was saveable.

As long as he saved this ball, there would be opportunities in the second half.

Whistle—

With the whistle sounding.

Standing over six-foot-three, Ibrahimovic began his run-up; his slender body showed no bulkiness.

Muscles honed to the extreme exuded a powerful aesthetic pleasure—after two small steps, Ibrahimovic tiptoed on his left foot, shifted his center of gravity to the left side, and struck the right underside of the ball with his right foot.

Bang—

The ball started curving once it passed through the wall gap.

Oops!

It’s to the left!

Casillas made his judgment, promptly diving sideways. However, the angle of this shot was more deceptive than he thought, his hand stretched as far as it could still couldn’t touch the ball; the ball brushed the inside of the left pillar and flew into the net.

Grabbing toward his neck, Ibrahimovic feigned to tidy his collar, and lastly scanned the entire Bernabéu.

“Ibrahimovic Ibrahimovic Ibrahimovic!!!”

“Ibrahimovic scored a Kevin-like goal!”

“Ibrahimovic’s free-kick skill is almost at one-tenth of Kevin’s level, but even one-tenth makes him one of the world’s best penalty takers.”

“Pirlo might be around one-seventh of Kevin’s level.”

“As for Lyon’s Juninho Pernambucano, I’ve watched his free kicks, which are indeed impressive—he’s on par with one-fifth of a Kevin.”

“These players, when taking free kicks, only use one or two kicking methods; Kevin, however, can attend any angle on the field, using either left or right foot in any mode to take free kicks—solely his capability with both feet surpasses almost everyone else. Bremer can also use both feet for free kicks, yet his non-dominant foot, compared to Kevin’s, is akin to the gap between Venetians and Frenchmen using matchlock guns versus laser weapons.”

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