"Suker's chip shot!! Oh~~ what an amazing dribble!"
"Suker single-handedly broke through the entire defense line, dribbling laterally through the corridor. After a series of feints, he suddenly cut inside and completed a chip shot to score!"
"Messina's goalkeeper Stolarik barely touched the ball but couldn't push it out!"
"Suker is on fire this match!! A brace!!"
After scoring, Suk sprinted towards the south stand and slid on his knees in celebration. Rising up, he pointed one hand towards Bob.
Bob, shirtless, waved the flag in his hand, responding enthusiastically.
This match was truly Suker's personal show.
Messina had set up a fortress-like defense against Milan, but Suker alone tore through their defense twice and scored both goals.
Suker's two goals made him the key player of the match.
Even the Milan players were amazed by his performance.
Damn!Is he strong or what?
Suker waved both hands wildly, signaling the fans to cheer louder.
The whole stadium erupted in waves of cheers, like a fierce storm.
[Platinum Card (Skill Type) Vardy's Shooting] — [95%]
This platinum card was unlocked after the last match.
Coincidentally, it was exactly the shooting skill Suker needed the most.
It allowed him to stay calm and precise in front of goal.
This was why, despite Messina's fortress defense, Suker managed to break through and score twice on his own.
As expected, the Champions League never disappoints!
Suker waved both hands vigorously in celebration.
"Suker's form is getting better and better. He's only 19, hasn't even turned 20 yet, and his performance has already surpassed others in his age group!"
Suker's birthday is on September 9th.
This was also why, unable to pick the number 9, he chose 99 instead.
After his second goal, Ancelotti substituted Suker off.
"Take a rest!"
Ancelotti patted Suker's shoulder.
He was extremely satisfied with his favorite player.
Since the season began, Suker's abilities have steadily improved, and his performance has become more outstanding.
Especially as the league progressed, Suker's form only got hotter.
Suker wiped sweat from his hair and face with a towel, then plopped down on the bench, crossing his legs casually.
Suker drank the water leisurely, watching the pitch.
But deep down, he was a bit frustrated.
The league had reached round 34, but they still couldn't close the gap with Juventus.
Still four points behind!
Juventus acted like they never lost a game.
In the previous round, Juventus played away against Roma.
The match was deadlocked for 90 minutes, but in the last two minutes, the referee gave Juventus a penalty.
Damn!How convenient!How daring to give that?
They got kicked around by the opponent, yet never got such good luck.
With only four rounds left in the league, the four-point gap remained.
Juventus's remaining opponents: Lazio, Siena, Palermo, and Reggio Calabria.
Lazio was having a terrible season, fighting relegation.
Siena and Reggio Calabria were also relegation candidates.
Palermo was better but even if Milan miraculously beat Juventus, they'd still be a point behind.
No hope for the league title!
Suker grumbled.
Though Suk didn't care much about the league title — it would eventually be taken away — he still felt:
Having had it and then losing it is different from never having it at all.
At least the former means you owned it once.
Watching the match progress, the score remained 2-0, both goals by Suker.
The game ended.
AC Milan 2:0 Messina — Victory secured.
"The Champions League semi-final against Arsenal is coming up. What's your take on the match?"
"If Milan hadn't joined, would you have chosen to join Arsenal?"
"How do you rate Wenger as a coach?"
"Can Milan beat Arsenal?"
After the match, reporters swarmed Suk with questions.
Suker remained silent — best not to say anything.
Who knows how those guys would twist his words.
He kept quiet and walked straight to the players' tunnel.
"The whole world is finally quiet!" Suker sighed slowly.
Kaka smiled: "Outside, it's all news about you and Arsenal."
Suker nodded with a troubled expression.
Being in the spotlight has its downsides — having to watch your words carefully.
Lately, Suker even covered his mouth while talking on the pitch and bench — reporters could read lips.
While Suker was annoyed, Arsenal was facing the same situation.
After the English Premier League match ended, Wenger held the post-match press conference.
Reporters only asked questions about "Suker."
"I will not answer any questions outside of the match."
After Wenger's statement, the press room went silent.
These guys really are that curious?
Wenger stood up and left immediately.
"No more dealing with this!"
Inside Arsenal's locker room, the players were also talking about Suker.
"I remember Davor came to recommend Suker to us? He almost joined us!"
"Who do you think is more important to the professor, Cesc or Suker?"
Fabregas frowned: "Can you guys stop comparing me to that guy?"
"Why not compare?" Henry laughed, "Aren't you rivals?"
Pires teased: "He lost the Golden Boy to Suker, so he doesn't want to hear that name."
Everyone laughed loudly.
Fabregas's expression darkened, but no one cared.
Fabregas was a rising star on the pitch, but Henry was the absolute core — the king of Highbury.
Fabregas wasn't strong enough to mess with Henry.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Fabregas packed his bag and left, while Henry and others kept teasing.
Outside the locker room, everything was quiet.
Fabregas walked silently toward the team bus.
His expression grew darker and darker.
This was something he hated to mention.
On the day he happily signed for the first team, because of a guy called "Suker," his signing was delayed by one day.
Though it was only one day, it showed where the professor's heart really was.
Yes!
Wenger preferred Suker.
Fabregas understood this.
He left La Masia to find his own path — he didn't want to be suppressed.
For this, he agreed to join Arsenal and went to England.
But when Wenger faced the choice again, he hesitated.
Yes!
Fabregas felt betrayed.
Wenger had praised him endlessly but when the choice came, he leaned toward Suker.
This was an undeniable fact.
"Buddhists pray for incense, people fight for pride."
Fabregas wanted to fight for his pride.
He wanted to prove in this match that he was better than Suker.
He wanted to tell Wenger that his hesitation was a mistake.
That he was the right one!
"Four days left." Fabregas clenched his fist tightly. "Just wait, Suker!"
The rumors about Suker and Arsenal kept spreading.
Even Arsenal and Milan fans joined in online arguments.
Seeing the situation get worse, Wenger finally made a statement.
He voluntarily approached reporters and shared his thoughts.
Wenger's original words:
"I like any talented player. Suker fits all our requirements, and if there's a chance, I do want to bring Suker to Arsenal."
"But you must know, Suker is not the only one!"
"At least in Arsenal's lineup, we need Cesc more!"
"Yes, Cesc is excellent, and I don't think he's worse than Suker."
"Matches will prove the truth."
"At the same time, I don't want this to blow into a big scandal. It's simply a choice. We respect any player's decision, and we respect Suker's choice!"
"That's all there is to it!"
After this was published, various twisted versions appeared.
[The Sun]: "Wenger: Cesc is better than Suker!"