Ancelotti watched as Suker and Kaká stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the grandstand, basking in the cheers from AC Milan fans.
His eyes were filled with satisfaction.
Two prodigiously talented young players—most teams would be overjoyed to have even one, but Milan had both.
And therein lay the problem.
"Do you think... the two of them can truly coexist?" Ancelotti murmured to himself.
Watching Kaká's explosive performance in this match, Ancelotti began to itch with desire.
He wanted the godlike Suker.
He also wanted the god-slaying Kaká.
But with Milan's current tactics, the two would inevitably cancel each other out.
To put it simply, Suker handled dribbling, organizing, and finishing—the entire offensive front was under his control.
That was exactly why Kaká's talents were suppressed.
With all tactical resources funneled to Suker, Kaká lacked the room and support to shine.
But in this match, with Suker shut down, the team finally shifted tactics toward Kaká, and he exploded.
Ancelotti, though, dreamed of coexistence.
A synergy where 1 + 1 > 2.
But Suker and Kaká's roles overlapped too much.
If Kaká became the main dribbler and attacker—Then Suker might devolve into a simple poacher.
That was something Ancelotti definitely didn't want.
But if Suker continued to dominate the front, Kaká would forever be suppressed.
Ancelotti rubbed his temples.
A new tactical challenge was clearly on the table.
Yet it didn't frustrate him—it excited him.
Back on the field, with Suker's goal, the score stood at 3–1.
Less than ten minutes remained.
Inter Milan was in deep trouble.
Their morale had plummeted.
To be swept by their city rivals in a single season, and to lose the league title—it was a huge blow.
Especially because Milan had even started the season with a points deduction—yet still took them down.
Inter fans had seen dark days before—often under Milan's shadow.
But this season was supposed to be different!
They had absorbed Juventus players.
Escaped the Calciopoli scandal.
They were supposed to dominate Serie A.
And now, at the end of the season, it felt like nothing had changed.
This was their best shot at glory.
Next season, Juventus would return to the league.
Dealing with Milan was already tough—now add Juve?
Inter fans were drowning in headaches.
What pained them wasn't just losing.
It was that they touched hope, only for it to shatter into dust.
Oh God, please send us an angel...
The prayers of Inter fans echoed in vain.
They had tried—but the result remained unchanged.
They were still behind.
And with just minutes left, Milan wasn't giving them a chance to equalize.
After several desperate attacks, the final whistle blew.
Inter's title slipped through their fingers.
Last season, they'd been handed the title in a courtroom.
Milan fans never let them live it down.
This season, Inter had planned to make a statement.
Instead, they lost the championship at home, to AC Milan.
"The match is over! Three days ago, AC Milan lifted the Champions League trophy, and now—they win the Serie A title too!"
"In this grueling season, Milan got everything they wanted!"
"And their talismanic striker Suker—with 36 goals in 38 matches—has claimed the Serie A Golden Boot!"
"Champions League Golden Boot and Serie A Golden Boot! Last season Shevchenko pulled off this feat. This season, Suker has broken all records!"
"AC Milan now... uh—"
Commentator Aldo Serena stumbled—rare for a seasoned pro.
But something had caught his attention.
The AC Milan team was quickly packing up and leaving the pitch.
Though San Siro and Meazza were the same stadium, this match was Inter's home game.
After losing the title, Inter fans were enraged.
To ensure player safety, Milan executed a rapid evacuation.
Club officials announced the trophy ceremony would be delayed by two days and held during the victory parade.
The Milan squad wasn't going to provoke Inter's furious fans.
Once back at the Milanello training base, celebrations kicked off.
Champagne sprayed, players chased each other across the field, shouting in jubilation.
But something felt off.
"Where's Suker?"
Gattuso looked around.
Kaká pointed toward the bathroom.
"He went to the toilet."
Meanwhile, in the bathroom—Suker sat on the toilet lid, rubbing his hands together in glee.
Champions League title. League title. Season rewards.
He'd been waiting for this moment—
Time for the triple draw!
Starting with the league championship draw—Though important, it was considered a standard match reward.
Three platinum cards:
[Platinum Skill Card – Oddo's Tackling]
[Platinum Skill Card – Gerrard's Long Shot]
[Platinum Special Card – Mata's Awareness]
"Pass!"
Suker waved them off.
Typical league cards—nothing exciting.
Next: the season reward draw!
Five card slots began to spin.
One glorious platinum card. Four attribute cards.
"Jackpot!"
Suker pumped his fist.
Double champions meant mega rewards!
He'd seen a max of two attribute cards in past draws—Now he had four!
Very generous!
But now… it was time for the main event:
Champions League reward. A guaranteed diamond card!
Suker was practically shaking.
So far, he had two diamond cards:
[Diamond Special Card – Inzaghi's Awareness]
[Diamond Special Card – Shevchenko's Finishing]
These were his foundations—his true power.
And now… came the third one.
[Draw!]
Suker slammed the button, silently praying:
"Ronaldo… Ronaldinho… Maradona… Pelé… Messi… CR7… Gimme one!"
Five cards appeared.
Four platinum cards. One gleaming diamond card.
Suker didn't even glance at the platinum ones.
He had too many.
All his focus was on the diamond.
The card slowly flipped…
Suker's eyes widened in shock.
[Diamond Special Card – Ronaldo's Dribbling"The reason the Phenomenon is from another planet is that Earthlings can't stop him.I n his prime, Ronaldo had unstoppable dribbling and explosive impact. Become your opponent's nightmare!"(PS: High physical strain. Injury risk!)]
Suker's eyes sparkled with the words Ronaldo's Dribbling.
He'd often dreamed of charging through defenses like Ronaldo, unstoppable and untouchable.
And now, that dream was real.
This was the core of what made Ronaldo an alien.
The card hit right at Suker's soul.
As for the injury warning?
"Pfft, who cares?" I've got recovery cards ready to go.
Ronaldo's injuries came from too much stress on the knees from his dribbling style.
But Suker wasn't worried at all.
Injuries? Not happening in his career.
This draw? Massive win.
Third diamond card + four attribute cards—Suker had leveled up again.
He once dreamed of competing with Messi and Ronaldo.
Now?
"Screw that. I'm gonna be the damn king of football!"
Satisfied, Suker strolled out of the bathroom—Only to find Gattuso and Pirlo waiting by the door.
Both stood with arms crossed and mischievous grins.
Suker's smile vanished.
"What are you two up to?"
He knew these two never had good intentions.
"Hehe, nothing much. It's just the celebration party tonight."
"Yeah, just a few drinks. A simple celebration."
"You've been here in Milan a while, and we still haven't celebrated properly."
"Come on, let's go."
They hooked arms with Suker, guiding him toward the exit.
As they passed the locker room, Pirlo gave an 'OK' hand signal inside.
Inside, Kaká, Nesta, Inzaghi, and the others nodded in response.
Kaká said seriously:
"Tonight, we drink him under the table. Then sneak into Suker's house and steal his computer!"
Everyone nodded.
It's time those embarrassing secret photos disappeared from the face of the Earth!