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Chapter 441 Champagne (nine updates please subscribe!)

At the end of the game, AC Milan defeated Manchester United 4:3.

Kaka immediately found Su Ke and hugged him to celebrate.

"Wow. You're great!"

"You're so useless!" Su Ke pushed Kaka away with a look of disgust: "I can't help you at all, even Sleeping Skin is more useful than you!"

Kaka said aggrievedly; "I also broke through! I gave you a gap, and I created opportunities for you!"

"I"

Su Ke was furious.

Yes!

Kaka did these things.

But the Kaka he wants is not like this!

I want to kill the god Kaka!

But what can this guy do if he doesn't go to the 'big size'?

The state is awesome and bearish for a while.

The Holy Son slaying the Red Devil on a rainy night forced me to slay the Red Devil on a rainy night.

If Kaka showed 70% of the level of God Killer Kaka, he wouldn't be so tired from playing!

Raised for a season!

This guy has no job.

God-killing Kaka’s account has been lost, right?

When will you break out steadily?

Suk became angrier as he thought about it.

“The paella is gone!”

Kaka felt wronged.

He didn't know what kind of game Su Ke wanted him to play.

Or what kind of performance you want yourself to perform.

He thinks his performance has been excellent.

Seeing Kaka's confused look, Suk said angrily: "You know nothing about your potential!"

Su Ke turned around and walked to the front of the stands to lead the fans.

This rainy night is crazy and inspiring.

Although Kaka did not break out!

But Su Ke still fought hard and won the game.

Although there are some discrepancies, the result is still good.

Then there is only one last game left.

Milan fans welcomed Suker warmly, giving him fierce applause and cheers.

There was an endless stream of voices shouting ‘Suke’’s name in the audience.

In these two games, Su Ke can be said to have led the team to victory alone.

Of course, there is also Kaka, who is unstable and loses control at critical moments.

Therefore, Milan fans also gave more cheers to Suker.

After Suker interacted with the Milan fans for a while, he walked towards the court again.

Every one of Manchester United's players collapsed on the ground.

Their faces looked lonely, and some even started sobbing softly.

Modric is one of them.

Suker saw Modric squatting on the ground, wiping tears.

Seeing this scene, Suk touched his nose awkwardly.

Ruined!

Made Modric cry!

Modric felt strongly in his heart that he was only one step away from the Champions League final, but they failed to cross over.

They fell on the road to Athens.

It's really just half a step away from them being able to step onto that dream stage.

But in the end, they failed.

He was not afraid of failure, but the feeling of being eliminated after being about to win made him feel very depressed.

Just as Modric was sobbing softly, a voice came from beside him.

"Come! Look up! Look at the camera! One, two, three! Smile."

Click!

The flashbulb flashed, and Modric looked at Suk in confusion as he fiddled with his phone.

Suk said excitedly; "Send an email! Send an email! I kicked Luka to tears, hahahahaha!"

Modric was furious.

"Are you a fucking human being? Stop! Give me your phone!"

Modric didn't care to cry. If Suker posted this photo, he would definitely become the laughingstock of those guys for the rest of his life.

This photo absolutely cannot exist!

cannot!

In the end, Modric rode on Suker, snatched the phone, and deleted the photos.

"Just kidding!"

"You took all the pictures and you're still teasing me!"

"Don't you see you crying? I just want to comfort you!"

"Thank you so fucking much!"

"You're welcome!"

Snapped!

Modric gave Suker a slap on the back of the head.

"Bitch! I'll fuck you next time!" Modric gritted his teeth.

"Why are you crying! It's just a Champions League. After two years, I will take you to win the European Cup and the World Cup!"

"when?"

"Don't tell me, it will take a while!"

Snapped!

Modric gave it again.

"Bitch!"

"If you come again, I will fight back."

"Fight back? Come on!"

"Let me get up first!"

In the San Siro stadium, Suker and Modric were sitting on the sideline.

"There's no way we can let you down in this game, we're going to the Champions League final to take revenge!"

"Let me?" Modric turned around and glared.

Su Ke coughed dryly: "Okay, okay, I apologize, okay!"

"Fuck you!"

"Luka! It's wrong of you to do this. You can't always curse!" Su Ke said sternly.

Modric; "Jazz taught it, how was it?"

Su Ke: "Hey~ I shouldn't have let you go to Manchester United in the first place."

"I feel pretty good." Modric shrugged; "I'll really fuck you next season."

"Let's talk about it after we catch him!" Suk shrugged.

It would be best for Milan to avoid Manchester United next season if they can.

This season has been so strong.

Next season, Manchester United will compete for the Champions League title, and it will only be stronger.

As for Milan

Suk shook his head.

Work hard this season.

Modric took a deep breath, stood up on his knees and said: "The game is over, we have been eliminated, but I still want to congratulate you."

Modric held out his hand.

"Come on for the final! I wish you a successful revenge!"

Suk smiled; "Just wait and see!"

Modric left, and Ronaldo was waiting for him in the tunnel.

Ronaldo left with Modric's shoulder, and the relationship between the two seemed particularly close.

Suk narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Suke, do you want to eat a banana?"

Suk turned his head and yelled angrily: "Eat, eat, eat! Just eat, go back and adjust your condition for me."

Kaka shrugged: "No paella, no status!"

Suk stared and rolled up his sleeves.

"Come! I promise I won't beat you to death! I'll just give you one, just one!"

AC Milan defeated Manchester United and reached the Champions League final again.

They also became the first team in the history of the Champions League to reach the Champions League finals for three consecutive years.

At this moment, Milan has detonated the whole of Europe.

In the post-match press conference, Ancelotti said energetically:

"At the beginning of the season, many people said that Milan no longer has the qualifications to win the championship. I am very curious about what they are thinking at this moment!"

"What I want to say is that Milan is still Milan. From the Champions League quarter-finals, we defeated Real Madrid, Bayern Munich and Manchester United all the way, and finally came to the stage of the Champions League final. I don't think anyone will question our gold content."

"As for the Champions League final, as many media speculated, we are very concerned about it."

"Yes, after returning from Istanbul, we were thinking about this moment every moment. This time, we will not repeat the same mistakes."

Ancelotti said solemnly; "We will succeed in revenge!"

In the Milan dressing room, everyone cheered loudly in celebration.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Hey! Why don't we pop some champagne to celebrate?"

With just one sentence, the entire locker room fell silent instantly.

Suk's eyes widened and he looked over curiously.

Who is so brave?

Ricardo Oliveira blinked innocently. When he saw the gloomy eyes of Gattuso, Inzaghi, Nesta and others, and even the murderous eyes of Cafu and Kaka, he immediately covered his eyes. Shut up.

"I didn't expect that no no no! I was wrong!"

Oliveira was horrified.

He felt like Gattuso could tear his mouth apart.

The entire locker room fell silent instantly.

At this time, Gattuso suddenly said: "Is there champagne?"

Nesta and Inzaghi both looked at Gattuso in shock.

Gattuso; "We can no longer be bound by these things. If we are still afraid of champagne, how should we play in the next game? Champagne is dead, but that is Liverpool!"

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

"then!"

Gattuso took it hurriedly, and a bottle of champagne suddenly appeared in his hand.

Gattuso looked at Su Ke opposite.

"Why do you still have champagne?"

Su Ke shrugged: "Isn't it normal to celebrate with champagne? The game is over, what are you afraid of!"

Suknu mouthed: "Open it! Or I'll do it!"

Gattuso grunted, shook the champagne violently, and pulled out the cork.

With the sound of "wave", the champagne poured out like rain.

Gattuso was still struggling to shake the champagne and cursed;

"Fuck Liverpool!"

"That's what Liverpool did!"