"Suker!! He's won an aerial duel in the crowd and scored!"
"God! He jumped so high!"
Italian commentator Aldo Cerella held his head in amazement: "He jumped straight up from a standstill — no run-up to generate momentum — yet he still jumped so high!"
"What kind of terrifying physical ability does this guy have?"
Suker sprinted forward celebrating.
The entire Bernabéu stadium fell silent.
When Suker jumped that high, everyone knew trouble was coming.
Sure enough, he scored!
But what scared everyone most was Suker's incredible jumping ability.
This guy could jump like no other!
Suker ran to the corner flag, punching the air in celebration.
With a power attribute of 87+5 and total strength reaching 92, he could unleash an explosive burst of force in an instant.
This made his vertical leap terrifying.
Though sacrificing some agility, he perfectly executed the tactical plan.
High balls raining down!
Right side: Kaká and Pato.
All excellent passers, each jump from Suker posed a huge threat to Real Madrid.
Cannavaro stands 175 cm tall.
Their weakness was aerial power — once Suker shook them off, all they could do was watch.
Ancelotti punched the air excitedly.
Though a small pre-match adjustment, it gave AC Milan a great advantage.
And Suker could keep up the pressure.
Cannavaro had rich experience and precise positioning, but he couldn't watch Suker every moment.
Pato's forward runs distracted Cannavaro; even just one step was enough for Suker.
As for Salgado, Suker could overwhelm him in many ways.
This was pure physical confrontation — and Suker won hands down!
Salgado shook his head bitterly.
No run-up, a jump straight from standing — who could stop that?
And they hadn't even expected it.
Pepe's face was stunned.
Though physically strong himself, Pepe saw every step of Suker's jump.
Especially the moment Suker squatted, muscles bulging — that's when he knew how terrifying Suker's leg strength was.
With core strength involved, Suker had no choice but to jump that high.
Not that he wasn't alert — Suker's move was completely unexpected.
No one thought Suker would be jumping that high.
AC Milan players retreated.
Suker, surrounded by teammates, ran back toward his half.
Across Bernabéu, Real Madrid fans looked at Suker with heavy faces.
Their eyes showed not just admiration, but a hint of fear.
Who could stop this guy?
"Boss's tactic worked! Now they'll add more marking — not just Salgado, Pepe might come after me too."
Suker said, and Seedorf nodded: "I'll make a run to the far post!"
Suker smiled: "Let's go!"
They returned to midfield to prepare for the restart.
Pato glanced at Suker repeatedly, his face full of shock.
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To be honest, Pato believed AC Milan's overall strength was declining.
They were no longer Europe's top team.
But Suker's presence kept Milan in that elite tier.
Though imbalanced and a bit awkward, there was no denying AC Milan's power.
"Hold the defense line!"
Nesta and others gave thumbs-up.
Suker's goal lifted their morale; they would give Real Madrid few chances.
"Watch your positions!"
"Don't get dispossessed — their counterattacks are sharp!"
Real Madrid players ran interlaced patterns, trying to disrupt Milan's defense.
But AC Milan maintained discipline.
They feared individual skill breakthroughs, not tactical movement.
The ball landed at Robinho's feet.
Robinho cut inside, faked a shot, shook off Nesta, then fired a shot.
Dida caught firmly, curling his body to shield the ball, blocking Raul's follow-up chance.
Raul had no choice but to fall back.
Suker shouted, running back to defense.
"They're counterattacking! Fall back! Get ready to contest the ball!"
Cannavaro shouted, and Real players turned quickly to defend.
But Dida threw the ball to a fullback.
Cannavaro knew they'd been tricked again.
Suker stopped and glanced side to side.
Real's players were all marking him closely.
This was the price of fame — more defensive attention.
Even Gago stuck tightly now; when Suker dropped back a few steps, Gago followed closely.
Seeing this, Pirlo shouted: "Control the tempo! No rush!"
AC Milan began to hold possession.
Leading now, they didn't rush attack.
Their goal was to carry the lead into halftime.
Suker and Pato dropped back to support midfield.
Though constantly pressured, Suker refused to lose the ball — no matter how hard Gago or others tried.
Suker was pushed down by Gago.
The referee came over and warned Gago:
He couldn't win the ball cleanly and had to foul, only to get warned.
One more foul would mean a yellow card.
Suker got up slowly, adjusted his sock and tied his shoelace.
Real players were furious.
They knew Suker was wasting time, but the rules allowed it.
AC Milan restarted slowly.
Before any pressing, the referee blew the whistle.
Real players looked around bewildered — it felt like only 20 minutes played, but halftime had arrived.
Suker smiled faintly.
Time passes faster when you control the pace.
Real Madrid kept attacking desperately to equalize.
But AC Milan's possession and delay made time fly.
"Halftime whistle! AC Milan leads thanks to Suker's goal. Real Madrid needs to make changes; their attack lacks threat!"
Both teams returned to the locker room.
Ancelotti was planning second-half tactics.
"Watch Robinho in the second half. The first half showed that cross movements don't work. Real Madrid will rely on individual breakthroughs."
Suker ate a banana: "Pass the ball to the most dangerous man."
"Exactly!" Ancelotti nodded.
Robinho, a typical Brazilian forward, was great at dribbling, shooting, and passing.
He was highly skilled and very versatile.
Though Raul was still dangerous, he was aging and less threatening than Robinho.
"Ambrosini, you mark Robinho in the second half!"
Suker finished his banana but felt uneasy.
Could Ambrosini handle it?
If it was Gattuso, maybe, but Ambrosini's defense was weaker.
Suker missed Gattuso's relentless pressing.