AC Milan's players are all bitter. It was just a mistake and the opponent seized the opportunity to score, football is so cruel.

Looking at the whole game, AC Milan had almost twice as many chances as Sao Paulo, and if Cheney wasn't that good, the score would now be 4:2, or even 5:2.

But there is no "what if", and the dazzling 2:2 on the electronic card reminds them that it is time to be mentally prepared to shoot penalties in each other.

In the last few minutes, AC Milan were much more cautious, not wanting to attack, and the pace of the counter-attack slowed down, not wanting to make any more mistakes.

Sao Paulo also recovered some at Rojas's behest, and at this time both sides demanded to be steady and try not to concede goals in the final minutes, resulting in more than 100 minutes of hard work being in vain.

Facing AC Milan, whose defense is recycled, Ricardo really feels powerless. When Italy's teams are so focused on defending, there are very few who can break down their goals. If Ronaldo, who is in perfect form, is here, he may be able to beat the opponent's defence. But Ricardo doesn't have the ability to do so for the time being.

However, he still loungs at the end of the AC Milan defence, hoping for a fleeting opportunity.

In the 117th minute, AC Milan slowly organized the attack, and the ball was handed to Seedorf on the right side.

Seedorf played a pass to Pirlo in an attempt to make a one-two, but Milan were awarded a free-kick when picking up Pirlo's return pass.

The goal was far away and shouldn't pose much of a threat, but Sao Paulo were still the big opponents, and even Ricardo came back to defend.

Pirlo took the free-kick and his ball flew high in a huge arc before it began to fall past most of the players and scurried to the back post. Shevchenko put up his stance, waited for the football to come to him, picked up his leg and volleyed.

The football played with full power, going straight to the bottom left corner of the goal, Cheney couldn't save it at all, but fortunately one leg stretched out halfway to block it, and the football refracted the bottom line.

It was Ricardinho who made the contribution in defence, and AC Milan won a corner.

This may be the last time to threaten the attack, and AC Milan are worried about not being able to control the landing point and are hoping to settle the game here, with several players roaming around the edge of the box ready to fill in the second spot, with only a few high points standing near the small box ready to fight for the top.

Ricardo did not return to the penalty area to defend, and he again came to the centre circle and waited for a chance to counter-attack.

Pirlo whipped in a corner, which was missed and too close to the goalkeeper, and Cheney came out to pick it off, running to the edge of the box with the ball and hand-tossing it to Elton.

Elton has had more opportunities to play this season, and his confidence has increased, and after taking the ball, he made a feint to get past Seedorf, who could no longer run and could only defend with his eyes, and passed an overhead ball to find Ricardo.

Li Cardo cursed in his heart, he also passed the top ball at this time, where can he catch up! But he still ran away.

Ambrosini was on his side, constantly squeezing with his body, but fortunately, Ricardo's physical confrontation ability has improved a lot over the past year or so, and he has not been squeezed out of balance.

And Cafu also quickly ran over, ready to help.

In this scramble, in the end, Ricardo was 0.1 second faster, he touched the ball first, he did not stop the ball, but moved the ball forward a little more, continued to accelerate and rushed forward.

He forgot about his fatigue, he forgot that his physical strength had reached its limit, he couldn't hear the exclamations from the stands, all he could hear was the sound of the wind.

Ambrosini was angry and anxious, and he found that the distance between him and Ricardo was growing!

Hell, haven't you been playing for almost 120 minutes, why can you still run so fast!

And the old Cafu was even more left behind, and there was no obstacle between Licardo and Dida!

Dida decisively abandoned the door and pounced on Ricardo with a ferocious stance.

His eyes are unwavering, his movements are fierce as a tiger, and he wants to use his momentum to make Ricardo frightened and make mistakes.

Ricardo continued to run. He didn't dare to make a move at all, and any additional feints at this time could cause his already limiting muscles to malfunction, causing him to strain his muscles, and possibly causing Ambrosini to catch up behind him and destroy the ball.

He caught up with the football, lifted his right foot back, and slammed it out.

Dida immediately fell to the right, his hands outstretched, and at this time his movements were purely instinctive, and he didn't have time to think at all. He sensed that Ricardo was going to shoot to his right, so he made a natural move.

However, Ricardo's foot suddenly slowed down, and what should have been a heavy pump on the ball turned into a light lift from under the ball, and the ball was lifted high!

Thump. Dida landed on the ground and looked behind in despair, the ball seemingly high over the crossbar...... Please, be sure to go above the beam......

Yet his heart sank, like a football sinking.

In the eyes of the 70,000 fans in the stadium, the football fell into the middle of the net!

Cafu was in front of goal, but it was too late. He kicked the ball hard to vent his emotions.

"Tick!" The referee blows the whistle and points to the centre circle.

The goal works!

"Licardo goallllllll! I knew it was going to be him! Every time in São Paulo in the most difficult times, it was he who stepped up! He did it! And he did it again! If I had a player like that on my team, I wouldn't have sold him if I had $100 million! São Paulo must find a way to keep him! Keeping him is equivalent to keeping the championship! ”

After Ricardo finished shooting, he knelt down and then lay on the ground, gasping violently and not wanting to move.

Hearing the sound of the whistle, he didn't look up either. The goal has definitely gone in, he's sure of it, it's his confidence.

Daddado, I've got you revenge, have you seen that?

One by one, São Paulo's players rushed up and played a game of arhats, pressing Ricardo to the bottom.

"You bastards! My waist is about to break! Ricardo screamed.

"Champion, champion! This is our fourth victory! Ricardinho pressed his forehead against Ricardo's forehead and exclaimed excitedly.

"I know, I know, get up! My waist is really going to break! ”

However, the Sao Paulo players did not want to let him go. It wasn't until the referee Ivanov couldn't see it anymore and came over to intervene that the Sao Paulo players got up.

After this toss, the 120 minutes of game time have come to an end.

After AC Milan restarted, Ivanov made up for another minute, and in that minute, Sao Paulo were united and did not give their opponents any chances.

"Tick! Backbite! Backbite! Three whistles blew and the players and coaching staff on the Sao Paulo bench rushed onto the pitch to celebrate the fourth title of the season.

Quadruple Crown!