After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 36 - 00 Kai Kalian
36: 0036 Kai Kalian
36: 0036 Kai Kalian
The Coal Ball King had only recently scored his debut goal for the first team, having been promoted to the senior squad by Rijkaard just this October, and he had yet to make a starting appearance.
Compared to him, Huang Kaiwen still had a long way to go.
After all, Huang Kaiwen was a world-renowned prodigy who had already proven himself in both the UEFA Champions League and domestic league competitions.
Today, with Figo’s spirit in him and the fact that Huang Kaiwen already wore the number 10 jersey, how could he not become the protagonist of the match?
Returning to the pitch through the players’ tunnel after listening to the UEFA Champions League anthem, team captains Maldini and Puyol, both top-class defenders, exchanged flags amidst a distinctly cordial atmosphere during their handshake.
But by 7:45 p.m., when the main referee blew the whistle to start the game, the atmosphere on the pitch changed completely.
Barcelona kicked off the match.
Eto’o passed the ball back to Ronaldinho.
Ronaldinho performed his signature dance moves in midfield.
Shevchenko made a symbolic attempt to press, but Ronaldinho flicked the ball away with a deft ‘cow’s tail’ move.
What was even more infuriating was that Ronaldinho chose to pass the ball back after his dribble, meaning nothing serious, just playing around.
Deco was the core of Barcelona, and together with the youthful Xavi and the Mexico international, Max, their midfield ball control was exceptional.
After a few passes, the ball was back at Ronaldinho’s feet.
Today, Huang Kaiwen played as a right winger, directly opposite Ronaldinho, and naturally chose to go for the challenge as the opponent approached.
Seeing the recently famous Huang Kaiwen, Ronaldinho cracked a smile and started showcasing his exquisite footwork.
First, he stood still, swinging his leg.
This kind of feint was something Brazilian players were particularly fond of.
It was like children beckoning challengers in a game, daring them to ‘catch me if you can’.
The provocative nature of the action was far greater than its practicality.
When Huang Kaiwen rushed in and reached out his foot, Ronaldinho’s leg didn’t just swipe over the ball but instead he lightly tapped it to the oncoming Deco, who then drove the ball towards the frontfield.
Huang Kaiwen’s expression turned ugly.
What the hell, a footballing sprite that amuses everyone, but isn’t using me for everyone’s entertainment going a bit too far?
He would also make sure Ronaldinho got a taste of being toyed with if the chance arose.
Deco quickly found a passing line.
He delivered a direct pass to Eto’o.
Although the pass reached the front of Milan’s defense, Eto’o struggled to find a good opportunity; after moving sideways for a few steps, he reluctantly took a long shot, which Dida effortlessly caught.
After Dida’s clearance, the ball went to the right flank.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t pass immediately, choosing to take on Ronaldo himself.
He executed a stepover, waited for Ronaldo to reach in, then flicked the ball past him with his left foot before passing to Kaka.
Kaka’s striking power was immense, and Max simply couldn’t stop him; once he reached the edge of the box, he played a through ball past Puyol on the left into the area, and Shevchenko, from the right of the large box, shot low, which Valdes narrowly deflected out for a corner.
“Since the start of the game, both teams have been very aggressive in their attacks.”
“The two teams have different styles, with Milan’s attack being more direct and straightforward, while Barcelona tends to control the ball more.
But there’s no doubt that both teams are among the world’s elite.”
“AC Milan have a corner opportunity, Pirlo is walking over to take it.”
In Barcelona’s penalty area, several of Milan’s aerial specialists were marked closely.
Slap—
After his run-up, Pirlo delivered the ball to the middle.
A number of players in the box jumped up together.
Huang Kaiwen, having recently recovered from an injury, also joined the fray.
Just as he jumped, he felt a push from behind and lost his balance, falling inside the box.
Oleg Reynum took the opportunity to clear the ball.
Sitting in the Barça Penalty Area, Huang Kaiwen looked up, spread his hands, and the main referee shook his finger at him before running away. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Holding Kaka’s hand to stand up, Huang Kaiwen angrily turned and glared at Puyol.
It was the Barça captain who had been standing behind him just now.
Ancelotti continued to mutter to the fourth official from the sideline.
Puyol committing a foul on Huang Kaiwen from behind, was this acceptable?
This violated Milan’s law number 112, and if possible, Ancelotti would have executed Puyol on the spot.
Unfortunately, Milan’s laws were not as universally applicable as Catalonia’s, leaving the fourth official unmoved.
Thankfully, Gattuso successfully intercepted the opponent’s pass and sent a cross to the right flank with one kick.
Cafu charged forward with the ball, and after spotting Huang Kaiwen’s position, he chose to lob the ball over the top.
Huang Kaiwen, with his Figo-like sense of the ball, lightly reached out with his foot while on the run, calming the ball down.
Without slowing down, he continued to sprint along the sideline with the ball.
Ancelotti spotted a problem.
Huang Kaiwen’s speed was not as fast as it had been in the previous match.
His heart skipped a beat.
Damn it, it must have been from Puyol’s collision!
Ancelotti thought it over, and since he didn’t know anyone ruthless enough to hire a hitman, he decided to temporarily spare Puyol.
Van Bronckhorst charged towards Huang Kaiwen.
After a one-two wall pass with Kaka, Huang Kaiwen accelerated and cut inside from the right into the penalty area.
The Barça captain Puyol lowered his center of gravity slightly and spread his legs apart.
Seeing this, Huang Kaiwen began to dribble forward with step-overs.
After two step-overs, his right foot suddenly tapped the ball and then he quickly shifted his weight.
The right foot that had just touched the ball supported him, while his left foot came around from behind.
A rabona, sending a fast, low cross.
In the blink of an eye, the ball had reached the center of the small penalty box.
Before Valdes could react, Shevchenko had already darted in front of the goal, softly pushing the ball with the instep, sending it into the bottom right corner of the net.
Shevchenko headed towards the stands to celebrate.
Kaka ran over and, with an arm around Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder, they walked back together.
“You’re in good form today,” Kaka said with a smile.
“You see,”
Huang Kaiwen, scratching his head and sporting a proud expression, said, “I just like playing against big clubs, not really interested in the average teams.”
“That’s good, we’ll take down the UEFA Champions League together.”
The two chatted and laughed as they walked back.
On the bench, a confused Messi looked on with envy, his expression full of eagerness.
He wished he could start in the UEFA Champions League just like those big stars from Milan.
That Milan number 10, it’s said he never received professional training, yet he had such skill.
Messi thought that must be what they call a natural talent; he himself had trained professionally for so many years to reach his current level.
If that guy had also undergone formal professional training, how high would his level be by now?
Today, Messi’s home team seemed to have the upper hand but couldn’t score.
They kept controlling the ball in midfield, yet couldn’t find any good opportunities.
The Milan defense, led by Maldini, ranked among the best in history; Barcelona’s attacking players nearly found no chances to enter the penalty area.
At the 25th minute, Milan launched another counter-attack.
Pirlo sent a long pass directly to Kaka, who, while moving, passed the ball to the right flank to Huang Kaiwen, who then pushed it forward again.
Kaka, challenged by Max, continued to pass to the flank.
This time, Van Bronckhorst came up with a sliding tackle.
Huang Kaiwen pulled the ball with his left foot, accelerated to dodge and carried the ball into the penalty area.
