Milan City, AC Milan Fan Zone
At the moment of the goal, countless bars erupted in thunderous cheers.
The roar swept through like a hurricane.
Inside the bars, fans raised their glasses high, jumping and shouting in excitement.
They had equalized!And in such a spectacular fashion!
"Suker! Suker! He's simply amazing!"
"Hey! Samuel and Cordoba got absolutely schooled, hahaha!"
"From the moment he controlled the ball, Suker was unstoppable!"
"God, he always manages to pull off something incredible!"
"We have Suker! Hahaha!!"
"Those Inter idiots are still yelling 'Where's Suker?' Haha! He's right in front of your goal!!"
"Good job, Suker!"
"You've earned the right to bully Gattuso now!"
The whole bar was boiling over.
The AC Milan fans chanted "Sukee" at the top of their lungs, filling the entire fan zone.
Meanwhile, on the pitch, the few AC Milan supporters in the stands also erupted in their loudest cheers.
They were Milan!They were the real Milan!They were the only pride of this stadium!
The Inter fans, in contrast, were dead silent.
No boos.No curses.
This goal was a morale-killer.
It wasn't just about conceding a goal—both of their center-backs had been humiliated.
These were supposed to be the backbone of their defense!Suker had taken them apart all on his own—who could stomach that?
Commentator Aldo Serena was full of praise for the goal.
Slow-motion replay.
From Suker's first touch—
"At first I thought Suker's first touch was too heavy, but now I believe he did it on purpose, luring Cordoba into a challenge. Cordoba took the bait. Look at Suker's burst of speed, catching up with the ball, faking a shot and then chipping it."
"Actually, Cordoba looked like he wanted to bring Suker down, but he hesitated—probably because he was already on a yellow card."
"With Cordoba beaten, Samuel had no choice but to step up, and then Suker nutmegged him and finished with a lob."
"The entire sequence was incredibly smooth and natural!"
Aldo Serena shook his head in admiration:"That's Suker's brilliance! When he started his run, Inter should have been alert. But no one reacted, no one called out, and the result was that goal!"
Back on the field, Suker returned to the half-line, surrounded by his teammates.
"Well done!"
Maldini ran over and gave Suker a tight hug.
Suker never disappointed in crucial moments!Maldini laughed and ruffled Suker's hair.
Gattuso gave him a friendly "iron fist" punch.
"Let's go!"
The equalizer greatly reduced the pressure on AC Milan.
Even though the game was level again, at least they weren't trailing anymore.
On the bench, Kaká slowly sat back down.
He had been excited when Suker scored.
But as the adrenaline wore off, he felt a sense of loss.
He could feel himself falling behind in the competition with Suker.
Serie A only allowed three foreign players on the field at a time!Previously, Kaká had one of those spots secured.
But with Suker's rising form...
Shevchenko, Suker, and Dida were now the preferred trio, limiting Kaká's league appearances.
"Don't worry."
An assistant coach suddenly said to Kaká:"Shevchenko's nationality switch is almost complete. Once that's done, you'll have a spot again."
Kaká nodded. That was at least a little comforting.
Back on the pitch, Suker's equalizer had reset the match.
Inter had planned to stall the game, but now, they couldn't afford to waste time.
AC Milan was a team that knew how to win—especially when things were tense.
This trait would show even more clearly in the second half.
"Speed up the attack!"
Adriano said grimly, "Get the ball to me more—I'll break through their defense!"
His teammates nodded.
Right now, Adriano was Inter's most dangerous attacking force.
The match restarted, and Inter dramatically changed their rhythm, launching relentless attacks toward AC Milan's half.
Especially Adriano—he was running everywhere, pushing forward, tracking back.
You could see him all over the field!
Figo was playing with experience and control.
Cambiasso was a top-class midfield commander.
Inter began to crank up the pressure.
But AC Milan weren't just going to sit back.
Whenever they had the chance, they gave the ball to Zuke.
Suker, with his exceptional passing, dribbling, and vision, kept creating attacking opportunities for Milan.
Bang!!
Suker was brought down hard by Samuel.
That was the fourth time Suker had been fouled.
He got up and complained to the referee.
"That wasn't a fair challenge! He went straight for my legs—my shin still hurts!"
Suker explained the situation to the ref.
Samuel ran over, shouting in broken Italian:"F*** you, you dived! I didn't even... touch you!"
Suker immediately snapped back.
"You bald idiot, go learn Italian before talking! Your brain and your ass are the same thing—only crap comes out of your mouth, you moron!"
Samuel was stunned—he couldn't understand most of it.
But he did catch the word "bald."
"I've got a buzz cut, not bald!"
The referee quickly stepped in, separating the two and warning Samuel:"No more fouls—next time it's a yellow!"
He kept his language simple so Samuel could understand.
Then he turned to reassure Suker:
"I'm watching closely. I'll be fair!"
Samuel nodded and gave a thumbs-up.
"You're great!"
Suker just scoffed and walked away.
"The fourth foul on Suker! Inter clearly can't contain him and have turned to fouling instead!"
"But now the ref has warned them. Samuel needs to be very careful!"
"Cordoba already has a yellow! He can't afford another!"
Meanwhile, AC Milan were awarded a free-kick on the left flank.
Pirlo gauged the distance—he was aiming for the box.
"Pirlo takes the kick, the ball swings into the penalty area—Shevchenko heads it!"
"Oh~~~ Zanetti clears it at the near post, but the ball drops back into the box. Suker is there..."
Suker charged toward the falling ball, but suddenly felt someone pulling him back.
He glimpsed behind—it was Samuel!
Grabbing inside the box?!
Suker immediately relaxed his body, pushed his rear out, and flopped backward to the ground.
Then he looked toward the referee in feigned confusion.
The referee hesitated for a moment—then his expression turned stern.
WHISTLE!!! ——
The shrill blast pierced the air, full of fury.
Everyone stared as the referee ran into the penalty area, pointing furiously to the spot!
"PENALTY!! Oh~~~ it's a penalty!! The referee points to the spot! Samuel is shown a yellow card! Suker draws the foul—AC Milan wins a penalty!"
"What a blunder by Inter at the 44th minute mark!"
WHOOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!——
The Inter fans erupted in disbelief.
They clutched their heads, stunned by what just happened.
Inter's players swarmed the referee, protesting.
But the referee backpedaled, standing firm in his decision.
Meanwhile, Suker had already handed the ball to Pirlo.
"Good performance,"
Pirlo patted Suker's shoulder.
Since Suker's arrival, Pirlo's penalty frequency—and success rate—had gone up!
"Go for it, sleepy Pirlo!"
Suker gave him a firm slap on the back and exited the penalty area.
The referee stood by his decision. AC Milan would take the penalty.
The players lined up outside the box.
Pirlo took a breath, then started his run-up.
"Pirlo shoots—bottom left!! Oh~~~!!! César saves it!"
But Suker!!!
The moment Pirlo struck the ball, Suker had already started his run.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Pirlo—his reflexes just kicked in.
Charge in case there's a rebound—maybe he'd get lucky!
And he did!
Suker met the ball and fired with his left foot.
It ricocheted off César's ankle, looped in the air, spun wildly—and dropped right into the top right corner.
"Suker follows up!!!"
"His second goal!! A brace for Suker!!!"
"In this Milan derby, Suker's performance is absolutely insane!"
"Two goals in the first half, plus drawing a penalty!"
"Dear God! In the final moment of the first half, AC Milan takes the lead!"
"This is AC Milan! This is the Rossoneri!"
"They are marching confidently toward victory!"
Suker's second goal sent the traveling AC Milan fans into an absolute frenzy.
From falling behind… to equalizing… to taking the lead!
This match had been even more intense and thrilling than they'd imagined!
Suker had already been impressive before.
But today—he was dominating.
Suker was the brightest star on the pitch.