I'm Kaka Kaka

Chapter 233 What Do You Do When You Cry?

Kaka, who was the best player in the game, attended the post-match press conference, and the reporters immediately became excited.

The first one to be pointed out was the female reporter of "L'Equipe". She was not beautiful, but she was rough and pleasing to the eye. Even the reporters who were robbed of the opportunity to ask questions immediately forgave her.

"Kaka, hello, I'm Joanna from L'Equipe, can I ask what you mean by the action after you scored a free kick?"

"Which action?" Kaka asked knowingly.

"That's it..." Joanna thought for a while and didn't know how to describe it. She simply put down her notebook and learned Mourinho's expressions and movements. "That's it. Are you mocking Coach Mourinho?"

Everyone except the Portuguese laughed.

It doesn't matter if you learn it or not, but Joanna made certain characteristics stand out because she raised her hands, so the men present laughed sincerely.

"No, not at all," Ka. Ka said with his eyes open. "As you can see, I'm applauding."

"But you don't look like you're celebrating."

"I remember everyone only got one chance to ask questions, didn't they?"

Then the second reporter who got the chance to ask a question turned his guns on Mourinho.

"Hello, Jose, why did you make such an action? Do you think the referee's penalty is unreasonable?"

"Obviously," Mourinho showed good self-cultivation. He didn't get angry because of the laughter just now, but the expression on his face couldn't be related to happiness, and his tone was as cold as Antarctic ice. "Any professional referee would not make such a penalty. We will protest to UEFA later."

"So you think Kaka is diving?"

"I didn't say that, fair use of the rules is allowed, but I think a real man should fight like a fighter, not fall to win the sympathy of the referee."

The reporters were trembling with excitement, and immediately captured Kaka's reaction, only to find that he was still smiling, as if Mourinho was not talking about him.

The photographer seemed to have discovered something interesting, and turned the camera to Kaka's right hand.

A water-based pen kept spinning between Kaka's fingers, as if performing acrobatics, Lu De flew up.

Kaka is very interested in introducing them to the hidden skills of the flower planting students in the classroom, but the reporters are obviously more interested in his talk with Mourinho.

Ancelotti, who should have been one of the protagonists, was completely ignored, and the next question turned to Kaka.

"Kaka, do you have any response to Jose's words?"

"Mr. Mourinho is very wise. He knows how a professional referee should judge and how a real man should fight. Unfortunately, as a head coach, he doesn't know how to lead his team to victory."

Not only the reporters were crazy with excitement, but even the people in Milan looked at Kaka with admiration.

Is this guy so stupid?

Before Mourinho responded, a Portuguese female reporter couldn’t sit still. She didn’t know if she was a die-hard Mourinho fan or a fan of the Porto team. She immediately retorted, “Sorry, Kaka, you have to know that the coach sitting in front of you is a Portuguese league champion. He also won the Portuguese Super Cup and UEFA Cup. He is definitely not a loser who doesn’t know how to lead his team to victory.

"I also want to remind you, lady," Maldini, who had been watching the show, immediately responded, "Respect is mutual. Sitting in front of you is the world champion, the Champions League champion, the Italian league champion and the European Super Cup champion. If you want to compare other honors, I can show you the honor room of AC Milan."

The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger. The reporters are of course happy, but the UEFA people have to come out to control the field and quickly come out to guide the topic. But looking at the gloomy Mourinho and Kaka who is playing with pens, everyone feels that it is almost the same.

Kaka didn't expect that he would have a day of flirting with Mourinho. It was very fun, but Ancelotti was like a boring gourd. He couldn't fart in front of the eloquent Mourinho. Poor review.

At the end of the press conference, the two parties broke up unhappy, and the beam was finally settled.

The new season of Serie A has already started, but because AC Milan is participating in the UEFA Super Cup, their match was postponed for one day. Milan rushed back to Italy on the day they won the championship to prepare for the first round of Serie A.

In addition to the European Super Cup, Milan participated in warm-up matches and commercial activities in North America throughout August. This is the first time everyone returned to Milanello after the end of last season.

There is even an extra table tennis table in the gym.

A group of people were having fun around this new toy, and the physical trainer next to him didn't expect it to be so popular, so he was considering whether to add a few more.

They were fighting against Gattuso and the Cavaliers. The two fought back and forth. Every time they successfully confronted each other, the people around shouted. Kaka thought it was exciting and intense, but when he took a closer look...

Nima, is this slow motion?

"Kaka?" Gattuso knocked Maldini back with a dubious smash. He was suddenly full of pride, and his eyes lit up when he saw Kaka approaching. "Come here, Uncle Rino will teach you how to play."

"Are you trying to take revenge?" Inzaghi coaxed, "Haven't you been punished enough?"

"Don't talk nonsense, didn't you hear what the coach said? Table tennis can practice reaction ability and foot flexibility. I want to help Kaka train."

"You, want, teach, me, play, ping, pong, ball?"

"Of course, it's very simple." Gattuso didn't notice Kaka's weird eyes. "Both Andres have learned it. You are so smart, so it must be easy to learn."

Both Sheva and Pirlo are named Andre, and they nodded with dignity after being named by Gattuso.

Sheva said: "That's right, Kaka, it's very simple, just hold the beat firmly and don't use too much force."

"really?"

"real."

"But it looks so difficult."

"It's not difficult, let me demonstrate it to you?"

"No, I'll try it myself."

"Come on, let me teach you how to serve first," Gattuso bowed, "No, isn't your dominant hand your right hand? Then grab shots with your right hand."

"Using the right hand? What do you do when you cry?"

"What?"

(End of this chapter)