<h4>Chapter 334: Unreconciled tears</h4>


    When he set foot on the Meazza Stadium again, oh, maybe this game should be called the San Siro Stadium, Wang Feng''s emotions were veryplicated. Looking around, besides therge group of red and ck Legion fans on the stands, there were also quite a few fans wearing blue and ck jerseys.


    These people were all passionate fans who wanted to witness Wang Feng''s performance on the field once again, specially entering the stadium. They had to ovee the fierce ticket battle against AC Mn and Real Madrid supporters, which came at a considerable cost.


    "Although you have left, the poprity in Mn has never declined, and the media and fans are always paying attention to news rted to you." Before the start of the match, Kaká came to greet Wang Feng.


    "Then I can''t disappoint everyone''s expectations in this game. You guys better watch out!" Wang Feng jokingly responded, "Let''s see, this is the San Siro after all."


    When the Norwegian referee Alex Whirl blew the whistle to start the game, AC Mn took the kick-off. Their attack advanced to the edge of the penalty area, and Kaká unleashed a world-ss shot just wide of the post.


    "A brilliant long shot! Just a little more deviation and it would have been in. It seems Kaká is in very good form today, using a threatening attack to deter Real Madrid who have traveled a long way."


    In the following game, Kaká continued to y a role as an attacking midfielder. He kept shuttling around the midfield, creating numerous scoring opportunities. The Brazilian became more and more excited as he yed; yes, he was at the peak of his form right now!


    In the 13th minute, Kaká once again surged into Real Madrid''s half, and Diarra had no choice but to foul him, giving AC Mn an excellent free-kick opportunity in the opposition half.


    Kaká stood up and patted the dirt off his body. He felt a slight soreness in his groin from the collision just now, but he didn''t pay much attention to it, as he had experienced simr symptoms before without any adverse reactions afterward.


    The Brazilian midfielder personally took the free-kick, lofting it urately into the penalty area to find the forward run of Grdino. Thetter headed the ball from five meters out, beating Casis, and the ball hit the with a "swish."


    "Goal! AC Mn takes the lead with Grdino scoring from Kaká''s assist!"


    "In the past 13 minutes, Kaká''s form looks very impressive. Not only has he contributed three shots within the frame, he has also activated Mn''s entire attacking system. His contribution to this goal is about 80%."


    "Real Madrid is now in a disadvantageous position. They haven''t been able to organize effective attacks yet and must quickly turn the tide to allow forward yers like Wang Feng to showcase their abilities."


    The Mn fans in the stands celebrated the goal, but they didn''t go wild; instead, they cheered cautiously for their team, hoping they could build on their lead.


    The bitter memories of the past engraved in their hearts made them not dare to be too proud orcent about Wang Feng. Some fans even shouted out cautious reminders in ce of the head coach: "Keep attacking! Keep an eye on Wang Feng!"


    The AC Mn yers understood this principle better than the fans did. So, they continued to firmly control the game, with Kaká acting as the heart of the engine, constantly providing attacking impetus for the team.


    "This guy is ying crazy today!" Guti wiped the sweat off his face and said to Wang Feng nearby. "Kaká has always been a powerful yer, and this year his form seems to have reached a new height, making him even more difficult to deal with than when I faced him before."


    "We still need to counterattack quickly. When we get the ballter, try to push it forward as much as possible, find me and Raúl. Being constantly on the defensive is too dangerous." Guti nodded.


    Wang Feng remained the hardest-working yer on the field, constantly dropping back to participate in defense and then quickly joining counter-attacks at critical moments. He believed that opportunities always favored the prepared.


    In the 35th minute, Kaká sent a straight pass into the Real Madrid penalty area, and Pato''s shot from close range was saved by Casis, who then threw the ball to Cannavaro.


    Cannavaro immediately made a diagonal long pass to find Guti''s feet. "The Golden Wolf" nced at Wang Feng''s position and chipped the ball towards the AC Mn defensive line.


    Wang Feng''s attention was highly concentrated. Seeing Guti receiving the ball, he prepared to start running. The Spanish defender did not disappoint him; at this moment, the Chinese superstar seemed like a white lightning bolt, sprinting rapidly towards the ball''snding spot.


    His speed far exceeded that of the AC Mn defenders, and he quickly reached the ball''snding spot, controlling it first, and then elerating towards the opponent''s half.


    "Wang Feng''s lightning-fast counterattack! He''s so fast, leaving Nesta behind in an instant. Dangerous! Another yer is catching up from the other side, it''s Kaká! It''s Kaká!"


    "The Brazilian''s speed is also very fast! When Wang Feng started his counterattack, Kaká had already retreated to defend, and now the two yers are almost neck and neck. Can he defend against this?"


    Kaká felt his legs like electricity as he finally caught up. He caught up to Wang Feng!


    On the other side, Wang Feng was also very surprised. He had almost exerted all his strength but still couldn''t shake off Kaká''s marking. The Brazilian seemed to have be even faster.


    Just as he was about to stretch his leg to disrupt the ball out for a corner, Kaká suddenly felt his thigh muscles twitching crazily, followed by a sharp pain. The pain was so intense that he couldn''t support himself and fell to the ground.


    "Oh no, Kaká loses bnce and falls! Wang Feng breaks through one-on-one, goalkeeper Dida rushes out, Wang Feng dodges the block with force and shoots!! Goal! Real Madrid equalizes!"


    "At the critical moment, Kaká''s defensive effort falls short, it''s so regrettable. It seems he lost his bnce and fell to the ground. With Wang Feng''s stability during the final moments, he prevails."


    "Hey? We can see that Kaká is still lying on the ground, clutching his thigh. His expression is very painful. Is he injured? At this moment, the team doctor is rushing in with a stretcher, and the yers are gathering around, asking about the situation."


    Wang Feng was originally celebrating this precious away goal, but he stopped immediately when he saw Kaká seemingly injured and rushed to his side. "What''s wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"


    "My thigh feels like it''s tearing apart, I can''t stand up. Oh God, no!" Kaká said in pain, tears streaming down his eyes. Wang Feng''s heart sank, and he immediately signaled nearby AC Mn yers to call for a stretcher. They now understood the seriousness of the situation.


    After a simple assessment, the team doctor shook his head solemnly at the head coach on the sidelines, indicating a substitution. Kaká grabbed the doctor''s hand in pain. "Mr. Verdi, can I not leave the field? Just help me relieve the pain and I can still fight!"


    Verdi sternly rebuked, "Nonsense! Your injury is severe, you must be sent to the hospital immediately for aprehensive examination and treatment, otherwise it will affect your future career!"


    Despite Kaká''s repeated pleas, Verdi clearly would not agree to such a ridiculous proposal. Ancelotti substituted him with Serginho, and as the Brazilian was carried off the field, tears of frustration streamed down his face. The team needed him, but he copsed at this critical moment.