The All-Around Center Forward

As Balotelli stepped onto the pitch, he brought with him a strange kind of magnetic energy—One couldn't help but look in his direction.

With his dark skin, bold mohawk haircut, and a stiff, overly serious expression…There was something oddly amusing about him.

"I just want to tackle him!"Gattuso muttered from behind.

Suker grinned.

Already? If it were a pair of sexy calves, would you tackle him to death?

Just locker-room banter, of course.

Because truth be told, Balotelli was immensely talented.

Physically dominant, technically gifted, and with sharp finishing instincts.Had it not been for his notorious mental lapses, he had the potential to become a legend.

But alas—his head ruined it all.

The match restarted.

Inter Milan had a throw-in.Balotelli ran to receive, but Pirlo immediately pressed him.

Under pressure, Balotelli's first touch was sloppy—The ball rolled out of bounds.

Pirlo turned to walk away,But suddenly—Balotelli shoved him hard from behind, knocking Pirlo to the ground.

"You bastard!"Gattuso charged forward, but Suker wrapped his arms around him to hold him back.

Right on cue, the referee's whistle blew—Yellow card for Balotelli!

Balotelli clutched his head with a look of feigned innocence, as if to say,

"What did I do?"

Suker couldn't help but grimace.

That's Balotelli for you!

On the pitch for barely a minute, and he had already picked up a yellow card.

On the sidelines, Mourinho was fuming.

"What are you doing?! Who told you to push him, you idiot!"Mourinho's roar made Balotelli shrink his neck like a guilty puppy.

Pirlo stood up—surprisingly not angry, but just... confused.

What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"Seriously…"Commentator Aldo Serena sighed.

Since joining Inter, Balotelli had slowly worked his way into the starting lineup.He was one of Mourinho's discoveries.But even Mourinho couldn't control this "philosopher of the pitch."

Balotelli always seemed to do the most inexplicable things—Like just now, shoving Pirlo for no reason at all.

Milan earned a free kick deep in their half.

Pirlo swung it across to the right.Inter's defensive line tilted to that side.

Suker had dropped back to near midfield, standing level with Kaká.They each occupied opposite flanks of the attack.

Behind Kaká, Favalli was ready to overlap, and on the other side, Beckham surged forward down the wing.

The ball reached Suker—This time, he didn't pass immediately.

He had already noticed—Only Cambiasso was marking him, while Zanetti hung back as a cover defender.

Seeing this, Suker tapped the ball forward with his left foot and made a wide arc, trying to beat Cambiasso with pure pace.

But Cambiasso kept a hand on Suker's shoulder, not allowing him to pull away.

Just then—Suker suddenly pivoted his foot, turning his back to Cambiasso and leaning right.

Instinctively, Cambiasso followed—But in a flash, Suker switched directions, bursting forward along his original path.

Cambiasso couldn't keep up.

"Suker's shaken him off!"

He dashed forward into the right-side channel.

Zanetti came over to intercept.

He also noticed Kaká cutting inside, with Pato crashing into the box.

Zanetti couldn't mark Kaká—he had to stop Suker.

But Suker's quick feet and smooth touches made it nearly impossible to time a tackle.

If Zanetti missed, he'd get booked.

So he focused on blocking the inside cut.

But just then—Suker slammed on the brakes.

Zanetti tried to stop too—But the moment he did, Suker reaccelerated.

In that split second, Suker pulled half a body length ahead.

Damn it!

Zanetti had no choice but to go to ground—But Suker flicked the ball over him with a deft touch.

And with that window—Suker crossed the ball into the box.

"Suker crosses! Kaká! Pato! Can they reach it?!"

No.

Inter's central defenders were solid.

Chivu leapt and cleared the ball to the left.

"Back post! Someone's there—"

Chivu turned and saw—Beckham had controlled the ball at the far post.

Chills ran down his spine.

This was Beckham!

Beckham's eyes scanned the field, analyzing angles, making a quick decision.

Then he saw—Suker sprinting into the box.

Without hesitation—Beckham delivered a cross.

That famous Beckham curve lifted the ball high, gliding over the box to the far post.

And there—Suker launched into the air.

His body arched like a drawn bowstring—He smashed the ball downward with a powerful header.

The ball bounced off the ground and rocketed into the net.

"SUKER!!! THE CROATIAN BOMBER!!"

"A violent header at the back post!"

"What a goal—pure power! Inter goalkeeper César had no chance—it was in the net before he even reacted!"

"That's Suker's second goal! A devastating response to Mourinho's pre-match taunts!"

Suker ran to the corner flag, pointed at Mourinho, then stroked his chin.

The "goat" celebration—meaning G.O.A.T. – Greatest of All Time.

Mourinho was stunned for a moment.

Two completely different goals:

One a perfect volley—pure technique.

The other a thunderous header—power and timing.

That header—Mourinho estimated that not even Drogba, his prized forward, could jump that high.

In aerial duels, only towering defenders could hope to challenge Suker.

Mourinho instinctively started to clap…But stopped himself.

He always judged actions, not people.

He taunted Suker before the match to throw him off.But that didn't mean he truly looked down on him.

As for Suker's celebration?

"Fair play. The strong always speak with goals."

The crowd exploded.

AC Milan fans roared, their cheers deafening.

Faces lit with joy, jumping in the stands—Suker's goal had ignited them.

It was the very essence of brutal beauty.

Two goals.

Both against arch-rival Inter.

A magnificent showing.

"Damn it!"

If there was one person who hated seeing Suker score—it was Zlatan Ibrahimović.

His only advantage over Suker had been salary—A result of AC Milan's financial restrictions.

Now, even that edge was gone.

Zlatan was furious.

"Pass me the ball!"

He snapped at Balotelli.

But Balotelli pointed at himself:

"You talking to me? I'm not passing. I'm scoring."

Zlatan went silent.

This damn kid…

But what could he do?Balotelli was impossible to reason with.

"76th minute goal! Suker puts Milan ahead again!"Commentator Aldo Serena exclaimed:

"This is what makes facing AC Milan so terrifying. If you can't break them down—Suker will punish you."

"Both of Milan's leads tonight have come from Suker."

"And now Inter's situation just got worse—Milan is making substitutions!"

Šimić and Beckham off.Nesta and Ronaldinho on.

A one-for-one defensive and midfield switch.Tactical structure unchanged—But pressure on Inter continues to mount.