Chapter 238: I'm F*cking Awesome

Words : 1261 Updated : Oct 7th, 2025

"...Suker takes the ball, dazzling footwork! Vogel can't keep up with Suker's pace—he cuts across—PSV is in danger!!" Suker used his brilliant individual skill to break through PSV's midfield. As he lifted his head, PSV's center-back Alex came crashing in like a freight train. Boom!Suker feinted, shifting sideways again to open up space. He held his ground!Alex, flustered, chased back and desperately stuck out a leg to tackle. But by now, Alex was completely rattled. Suker spun, and with a fluid Marseille turn, slipped past him in the opposite direction. "He's gone again!!" Italian commentator Aldo Serrera shouted in amazement. His eyes were gleaming—he loved Suker's style: slicing through defenders like dancing on a knife's edge. PSV's defense was completely thrown into disarray. Multiple defenders swarmed Suker, trying to dispossess him. But without hesitation, Suker poked the ball with his toe—it slipped between Bouma's legs and rolled centrally. There, Shevchenko had a clear shot at goal with no defenders in sight. Calmly, Shevchenko slotted it in. He didn't run off to celebrate alone. Instead, he rushed into the fray and pulled Suk off the ground into a fierce embrace. "You're f*cking insane!"Shevchenko couldn't help but marvel. This goal was all Suker—his solo effort completely dismantled PSV's defense. So many defenders converged on Suker but couldn't stop him. Even Alex resorted to fouling, but couldn't bring Suker down.Suker drew all the attention, and by the time the ball reached Shevchenko, it was practically a 1-on-1 situation. This was Shevchenko's first Champions League goal after returning from injury!And what an easy one, thanks to Suker. Before the match, Sheva had been worried about regaining his form, but Suker handed him a golden opportunity. "PSV is in trouble," muttered the assistant coach, shaking his head. Even from the sidelines, watching Suker made his scalp tingle. PSV had already concentrated their defense on the left side to contain Suker. But Suker broke free regardless, and in doing so, activated Kaka on the right. After repeated assaults by Kaka, PSV was forced to shift their defense, which let AC Milan swing back to Suker—setting the stage for Suker's masterclass. He beat two defenders and threaded a perfect pass to Shevchenko amid a crowd. It was breathtaking. "Suker has fully integrated!"Ancelotti nodded slowly. Suker was now playing like he had at Dinamo Zagreb last season. He had started strong but hadn't shown this level of solo dominance. That had been due to unfamiliarity with the team and league. Now, after full integration, he was exploding. "Get the ball to Suker!" Ancelotti shouted from the sidelines. He wanted to see how far this hot hand could go if given full control. 18th minute — AC Milan scores their first goal. But the onslaught wasn't over. Right after the kickoff, PSV lost possession in Milan's half. Suker ran into the center to receive the ball, glanced over at Kaka. Kaka got the message, drifting wide. Maldini and Pirlo played a one-two, with Maldini charging down the flank. Shevchenko and Kaka were crashing the box. Suker slowed down, keeping pace with Maldini, even trailing slightly. When Maldini was cornered near the sideline— "Boss!" Maldini didn't even look—just passed toward the sound. Suk didn't stop it. He spun with the ball and began dribbling laterally along the top of the box. "It's coming! The Suker Corridor!" Aldo Serrera shouted excitedly. Suker's dribbling at the top of the box was every defender's nightmare. Zig-zagging unpredictably, defenders hesitated to stick a foot in. With elite close control, Suker dragged the defense from left to right. Suddenly, he stopped. With his toe, he pulled the ball up and chipped it behind the defense. Shevchenko surged forward and volleyed— Clang!! Off the post! "Sheva went for precision—wait, the chance isn't over!" Just outside the box on the left, Maldini brought it down. He took a glance, stepped forward, and let it rip with his left foot— Boom!!! Like a cannonball, the shot screamed past the keeper and into the bottom corner. 23rd minute — just five minutes later — 2-0 to AC Milan. "GOAL!!!!!!!!!" "Another one! GOAL!!!!!!!" "Paolo Maldini! A thunderous strike!" "23 minutes in, AC Milan leads by two! PSV is in deep trouble at home. They're being overwhelmed!" The small contingent of Milan fans erupted. Fists in the air, voices roaring. But Milan wasn't done yet. 27th minute — Kaka dribbled diagonally from the right.He and Suker crisscrossed—Suker cut in and stole the ball in stride, losing his marker. On the right wing, Suker whipped in a cross. Shevchenko launched into a diving header—GOAL again! "Third goal! Shevchenko is on fire post-injury!" 38th minute — PSV launched a desperate counterattack.But Suker and Gattuso pounced, double-teamed, and stole the ball. Suker turned and looked up— The keeper was off his line—he went for the chip! "He's going for the lob! Suker!! Will this work??" Keeper Gomes scrambled back, tipped it with his fingers—but couldn't clear it. The ball dropped near the penalty spot. Shevchenko and Alex both charged in. Sheva was quicker—toe-poke—GOAL! "OH MY GOD!! This game is MAD!!" "38th minute — Milan scores their fourth! Shevchenko completes the hat-trick!!" "Suker's vision is genius—he spotted the keeper off his line and went for it! Gomes barely got a touch, but Shevchenko was right there to pounce!" Still the first half — 4-0! But Milan still wasn't done. 44th minute — Kaka drove forward.His shot was parried, chaos in the box. In the scramble, Suker darted across from the left—tap-in goal! AC Milan 5:0 PSV Eindhoven. PSV was obliterated. Ancelotti's mouth hung open—he rarely made that face. But even he was stunned by Suker's performance. Every single one of those five goals had Suker's fingerprints on them: First goal: solo dribble, beat defenders, assist to Sheva. Second goal: lateral dribble drew the defense, rebounded to Maldini for a screamer. Third: combination with Kaka, cross to Sheva for header. Fourth: chipped shot forced save, Sheva tapped in. Fifth: Suker himself scored. He exploded. Completely exploded. Italian commentator Aldo Serrera couldn't stop yelling: "Suker is playing out of his mind!" "People said he was overpriced—well, here's your answer!" He pointed at the scoreboard: "5:0! That's what value looks like!" He's not just living up to the price tag—he's exceeding it! In the Milan sporting director's office, Leonardo Araujo watched the game live. Slamming the desk, he jumped to his feet. "INSANE!! He's f*cking insane!!!" "Jesus f*cking Christ—how is he this strong?!" He stormed out to the staff break area and turned on the ceiling TV. "Drop everything—this is a key Milan match. Everyone, watch this!" Back in his office, Araujo crept to the door, ear pressed against it. Halftime replays were showing. The staff erupted with cheers and gasps. "Whoa—he's so damn good!" "That's Suker? His dribbling is elite!" "He did this all the time at Dinamo Zagreb last season!" "Sheva's great—but Suker is the game-changer!" "People thought €30 million was too much for Suker." "Expensive, sure—but look at him!" "F*ck expensive—at this rate, he's worth 50 million!" Araujo grinned ear to ear, straightened his shirt, and sighed with satisfaction. He'd pulled off the deal of the season. "I'm f*cking awesome!"

Chapter 238: I'm F*cking Awesome

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