After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 37 - 00 Dancing the Waltz in Barça Penalty Area Seeking Recommendation Tickets Monthly Tickets
37: 0037 Dancing the Waltz in Barça Penalty Area (Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Monthly Tickets)
37: 0037 Dancing the Waltz in Barça Penalty Area (Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Monthly Tickets)
Puyol quickly rushed up to defend Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen again nudged the ball, attempting to get past from the side, but Puyol didn’t make a move.
When Huang Kaiwen tried to dribble again, Puyol finally extended his foot, but Huang Kaiwen immediately pulled back, using a step on the ball to drag it towards the baseline.
As Puyol chased after him, Huang Kaiwen performed a nutmeg, sending the ball through Puyol’s legs, and he himself dashed past Puyol.
“Beautiful!!!”
“Huang Kaiwen got past two Barça defenders in a row.”
Valdes stood by the near post, on high alert.
Huang Kaiwen felt the angle was ordinary and opted for a back pass with a reverse triangle.
Kaka, who had rushed up to the edge of the penalty box, followed through with a long-range shot that sent the ball into the unguarded goal.
Boom—
“Kaka!”
“Kaka!”
“Kaka!”
The atmosphere at San Siro Stadium was scorching hot; the temperature in the air seemed to rise a few degrees.
In the stands, Caroline bounced up and down with cheers.
Ancelotti twisted his body, his smile growing even brighter.
And Rijkaard, with his curly hair, was so engrossed in rubbing his chin he almost ground out dirt.
Today, Milan’s counterattacks were fierce.
In the past, Milan relied more on the central path, mainly involving Kaka and Shevchenko dribbling the ball up front.
Now with Huang Kaiwen added, Milan could also play from the wings.
He and Cafu together were truly more than the sum of their parts, and the mere presence of Huang Kaiwen caused frustration for Barça.
Rijkaard saw in Huang Kaiwen the shadow of former Barça captain Luis Figo.
Absolute speed was not fast, yet he had excellent control over rhythm changes, could deliver crosses or cut inside, and possessed a strong capacity for organization.
If such a player were in Barcelona, Rijkaard would definitely place him in the middle.
But in the opponent’s team, he was a headache.
The Milan left flank was not to be underestimated either; Maldini was solid in both defense and attack, and though Gattuso was a bit rough, he had great stamina.
With such an addition, Milan’s attack now fully extended to the left, center, and right, no longer focusing solely on the central path.
In the back, Pirlo’s long passes added depth to Milan’s offense, making it three-dimensional both on the ground and in the air.
Even Rijkaard felt that this Milan side was overpoweringly strong.
His own team still held the advantage without scoring, controlling the ball more than Milan, but even with Ronaldinho in the front, there weren’t many viable strategies. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Ronaldinho today still flaunted his fancy techniques.
But facing his Brazilian compatriot Cafu and Stam on this side, there was hardly any chance for him to get the ball into the penalty area.
In the 41st minute, an impatient Ronaldinho chose to take a long shot that was easily handled by Dida.
The Milan fans in the stands burst into excited singing of their team’s anthem.
“Milan, Milan, we pledge to support you, Milan, Milan, for you alone…”
Back when Huang Kaiwen made his debut at San Siro, he sung it 12 times in a row, a veritable singing idol among the players.
Taking advantage of a pause in play, he even stood by the sidelines and sang loudly with the fans in the stands, amusing and baffling players from both sides.
The whistle for halftime sounded.
The Milan players walked towards the tunnel, chatting and laughing with each other.
“Pass the ball to me more!!!”
Inzaghi walked in front of Kaka and Huang Kaiwen, walking backward as he started nagging.
“Hmm, okay.”
“Don’t worry.”
They both promised quickly.
Once Inzaghi had run on, Huang Kaiwen made a face behind his back.
“Filippo drones on too much.”
Kaka also complained.
After returning to the locker room and having something to eat, Huang Kaiwen and Kaka sat chatting on the side.
“Barça really stinks today.”
“Because they’re not at full strength yet,” Huang Kaiwen said with implied depth.
Iniesta and Messi are still substitutes; Bu, the invisible man, hasn’t been promoted to the first team; Piqué has already departed for Manchester.
Don’t even mention the dream trio; the dream duo hasn’t even fully gelled yet.
Once Rijkaard’s short-lived dream duo dynasty collapses, and that bald guy takes over Barça, the football world will tremble.
Luckily for Huang Kaiwen, he didn’t care at all, as long as his salary wasn’t withheld.
As far as he was concerned, whoever wanted to win the UEFA Champions League could take it.
The fake working class hustles about, while the real working class slacks off whenever they can.
“If I have no morals, you can’t hold me hostage.”
He, Huang Kaiwen, was willing to be the vanguard against the toxic work culture affecting the football world—the first of his kind.
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When the break was over and he returned to the field, it sparked another roar of cheers from the Milan fans.
Recently, Huang Kaiwen was doing well, and everyone felt that Milan’s good days were coming.
Ancelotti found that Barça hadn’t made any adjustments, so responding with consistency was the best strategy.
In the second half, Barça still dominated midfield control, but the front line was having some trouble.
In the 51st minute, when the ball reached Ronaldinho’s feet, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t be bothered to challenge.
“Don’t even think about fooling me.”
Ronaldinho drove the ball forward, and Cafu immediately pressed forward to challenge him.
Facing his Brazilian compatriot, Ronaldinho began to shuffle his legs in place again, but unfortunately for him, Cafu didn’t bite and, feeling bored, Ronaldinho passed the ball to Eto’o, who shot immediately, but Nesta blocked it with a lifted leg.
The ball bounced high into the air.
Pirlo and Eto’o jumped to head the ball, but neither succeeded; thankfully for Eto’o, the ball fell to Maldini’s feet.
Maldini charged forward with the ball and passed it to Gattuso with a direct kick, then secretly ran back after checking Cafu’s position.
As soon as Gattuso received the ball, he was pressured by Xavi.
Xavi’s defensive abilities were average, but he had a great sense of positioning.
Most impressive midfielders have good positional sense, and Pirlo followed the same routine defensively.
Unable to break through, Gattuso sidestepped and delivered a long pass.
Realizing the pass wasn’t perfectly placed, Huang Kaiwen quickly ran towards the center of the field.
The long pass was powerful; Huang Kaiwen lifted his left foot but couldn’t control the ball, which bounced over a meter high.
He used his chest to nudge it forward as he ran, forcefully pushing past Deco.
As the ball fell, Huang Kaiwen lifted his leg and used his thigh to cushion it again.
Having shaken off Deco, he let the ball fall freely.
Kaka wanted to curse as he saw this.
If you come to the middle, where should I go?
Thinking that they were friends, Kaka held back and voluntarily moved to the right, switching positions with Huang Kaiwen.
But the inspired Huang Kaiwen had no intention of passing.
When Max came to challenge, Huang Kaiwen cut back with his left foot, and when the opponent moved with him, Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball back again with the outside of his foot.
As the Barça defensive midfielder followed the move again, Huang Kaiwen continued to control the ball.
By the time Max regained his balance, Huang Kaiwen had already tipped the ball with the tip of his left foot, sending it through Max’s legs.
“Beautiful, that’s the second nutmeg for Huang Kaiwen today!”
Rijkaard watched this scene with mixed emotions.
His team’s big star was addicted to showboating, while the opposing newcomer was breezing past defenders.
Seeing Puyol rushing towards Huang Kaiwen, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Though not tall, the team captain was as solid as a rock.
Most players can’t get an advantage over Puyol; Huang Kaiwen’s previous breakthrough and assist to Kaka down the right were purely because Puyol was not familiar with Huang Kaiwen.
This time, Puyol should be able to stop Milan’s attack.
At just over 1.7 meters tall and built like a bull, Puyol charged over, but Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball from beneath his foot.
The ball soared over Puyol’s head.
Before the Barça captain could even turn around, Huang Kaiwen had already charged into the penalty area.
As the ball descended, Huang Kaiwen wound up for a volley.
Bang—
