"You two want to request a training match?"
Ancelotti looked at Suker and Kaka, repeating their words in disbelief.
Suker nodded:
"Yes. An 11-a-side full match simulation. 90 minutes, with multiple rest breaks to manage stamina. The purpose is to develop chemistry—just once a week is enough."
Ancelotti paused for a moment:
"Did you come up with something?"
Kaka nodded:
"Yes, boss!"
Ancelotti's eyes lit up.
"No problem—I'll arrange it!"
With that sentence, Ancelotti immediately became energized.
That afternoon's individual training session was scrapped and replaced with something else.
"We're having a first-team vs. reserves training match. The first team will test a new tactic. The reserves should give it their all and aim to impress!"
Hearing this, the players frowned slightly.
No doubt—it was that tactic again.
To be honest, they'd tried this setup before, but it hadn't produced any results.
Would it actually work this time?
But since Suker, Kaka, and Ancelotti—Milan's top two stars and the head coach—were all in agreement, no one could refuse.
So be it. Let's play.
The teams split:
First Team (in blue pinnies):
GK: Dida
Defense: Oddo, Nesta, Simunic, Jankulovski
Midfield: Ambrosini, Pirlo, Seedorf
Forward: Kaka, Ronaldo, Suker
Reserve Team (in red pinnies):
GK: Kalac
Defense: Simic, Kaladze, Maldini, Bonera
Midfield: Emerson, Favalli, Gourcuff, Brocchi
Forward: Inzaghi, Pato
Costa Curta stood at midfield with a whistle, serving as the main referee.Other coaches acted as linesmen.
Whistle blows—game on.
The first team kicks off.
The reserves start with intense pressure.
Pato and Inzaghi push forward aggressively.One's frustrated from not being picked for the starting lineup.The other hasn't played in a while and needs to let off steam.
Their midfielders also pressed high—after going through this drill before, they knew that the first team was easily broken down when this tactic faltered.
Suker and Kaka moved up the field together and, at a certain point, turned to look at each other simultaneously.
Suker was the first to throw out a hand signal:
He pointed at himself, then at the ground.["I want the ball."]
Kaka nodded, then suddenly started waving his hands wildly like a man possessed.
["My &&&%￥*&& you %%&&..."] (???)
"Are you casting jutsu or something?!"
Suker shouted in frustration.
"Keep it simple!"
On the sideline, Ancelotti raised an eyebrow, watching them closely.
"Hand signals?"
In football history, signals had always been important:corner kick plays, free kick routines, and even mid-game tactical adjustments—all often involved secret signals.
So seeing Kaka and Suker resort to this method wasn't too shocking.
If ideal chemistry couldn't be trained, then communication was the substitute.And if verbal communication might be intercepted by the opponent, hand signals were the safer bet.
A solid strategy—But how well it worked still remained to be seen.
After shouting at Kaka, Suker dropped back to receive the ball.
The reserves were pressing intensely.
Ancelotti had instructed them to make life as hard as possible for the first team.So they were going all out.
Since the midfield couldn't find an outlet, Suker began retreating.
Kaka also retreated in sync.
Suker made a lateral run into space, while Kaka pulled wide.
Ancelotti raised an eyebrow—something was taking shape.
"Pass it to me!" Suker yelled with his back to goal.
Pirlo immediately threaded the ball forward.
But Suker didn't turn—Instead, he paused slightly to draw defenders in.
Sure enough, three reserve players rushed in from different angles.
"Perfect!" Suker grinned.
He dragged the ball backward toward his own half, opening up space—then glanced toward Kaka.
Kaka signaled.
Suker nudged the ball sideways, bumped Brocchi with his shoulder to gain space, planted his right foot, and slipped a pass through a fleeting gap.
At that exact moment, Kaka dashed laterally and scooped up the ball, storming toward the reserve backline.
"Stop him!"Maldini shouted.
But right after he said that, he saw Suker charging forward like a leopard.
What made it weird was—Suker was flailing his hands around like crazy as he sprinted.
"Look at me!""LOOK AT ME!!""DAMN IT, LOOK OVER HERE!!!"
Finally, Kaka turned toward Suker.At the same time, Suker pointed toward his own feet.
Maldini frowned.
What the hell kind of signal is that? You don't need a genius to guess what that means.
"Watch the ground pass!"He shouted.
But it was too late.
Kaka spun past Simic with a Marseille turn and continued toward the byline.
"He's not passing?"
Maldini panicked, but when he turned back to check on Suker—Suker was making a diagonal run to the near post.
Maldini rushed up to intercept.
If the ball came in low, he just needed to block it…
But then—Suker leapt up and flicked the cross toward the far post with a header.
Stunned, Maldini watched the ball arc into the net.
"Nice!"
"We made it work!"
Suker and Kaka slapped hands in celebration.
Maldini stood frozen.
"Wait… was the signal backwards?"
Three minutes later, they struck again.
This time, Suker made a series of breakthroughs, combining with Kaka for several one-twos.
Then Suker faked a shot.
Maldini noticed Kaka pointing overhead.
"Suker's going to cross!"
Sure enough, Suker pulled the ball back and passed.
Maldini charged forward, trying to block the low ball—
WHAM!Suker lobbed it into the middle instead!
The ball soared over Maldini's head.Kaka rose to meet it and scored again with a header.
Maldini's brain was melting.
"That was a 'head' signal this time!"
What kind of weird-ass code was this?!
Suker and Kaka celebrated again, then looked toward Maldini.
"Captain, your brain's gonna fry!"Suker smirked at Kaka."You really came up with some evil signals."
Maldini, though dazed, had started enjoying the challenge of decoding them.
"So, when Kaka's passing, the signal is reversed…""When Suker's passing, the signal is straightforward…"
That must be it!
Maldini was sure he had cracked the pattern.
Ten minutes later, the first team came at them again.
Kaka advanced from the left.Suker sprinted toward the center circle.
They weaved past defenders.
Suker pointed overhead again.
"Reversed! It's a ground pass!"Maldini thought.
WHAM!Kaka blasted a shot straight at goal.
Maldini stood frozen in place.
"You little punks…"
In just over 20 minutes, they'd scored three goals.
Yes, it was against the reserves—but these were AC Milan reserves, no pushovers in defense.
Still, they got torn apart.
Maldini was obsessed with figuring out the signaling system.But by the end, he still couldn't crack it.
Final Score:First Team 5 – 0 Reserves
The first team was utterly dominant.
When "God-Mode Suker" and "God-Slaying Kaka" were both in sync, their combined firepower was unstoppable.
Just one of them was already a nightmare.With both charging together—It was game over.