After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 41 - 00 Accept the Judgment of Justice Request for Monthly Tickets Recommendation Tickets
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Every time the on-site DJ read out a name, the Milan fans would shout in unison.
When Huang Kaiwen’s name came up,
the fans exploded with utmost enthusiasm, even the Inter Milan fans joined in the cheering, expressing their support for the victim.
Moratti’s face in the VIP box wasn’t looking good.
Lately, everyone had been criticising him, but he himself was utterly confused.
Because he hadn’t done anything at all.
The media made accusations that seemed credible, and he even thought it might’ve been someone from the Inter Milan hierarchy who had acted.
On the field,
Ancelotti and Mancini, the feuding pair, shook hands, while the captains of both teams exchanged flags and guessed the coin toss; following the procedure, the players returned to their halves.
“Today, I’ll pass the ball to you more,” Kaka said as he warmed up his ankles, turning to say to Huang Kaiwen.
“OK, OK, it’s all trivial stuff.”
Huang Kaiwen waved his hand nonchalantly.
Kaka, apparently misunderstanding, spoke seriously to Huang Kaiwen, “Don’t be afraid; as long as you have faith, nobody can beat you.”
Fine, you’re right.
Huang Kaiwen immediately put on a serious face, nodded earnestly, and said with clenched fists, “Then today, let them face the punishement of justice.”
Shevchenko also turned to pat Huang Kaiwen on the shoulder, comforting him, “You don’t have to bear it all alone; we’re teammates.”
“Don’t worry, we all support you.”
What else could Huang Kaiwen say?
He nodded emphatically at his teammates, feigning a “moved” expression.
His teammates had spoken, and he, Huang, naturally had to accept their sentiments; he couldn’t waste their kindness.
As the “victim,” he had to bravely stand up and confront the “perpetrators.”
He had to shatter their schemes with his strength.
So inspiring!
At 7:30 p.m., the main referee Rosetti blew the starting whistle for the match.
“Milan, Milan!”
With the fans’ chants, Shevchenko kicked off with a back pass.
Kaka got the ball and immediately faced aggressive pressing; Vieri, in his troubled situation, also wanted to win back the hearts of the Inter Milan fans.
Seeing that there was no one near Huang Kaiwen, he swiftly made a sidelong pass.
After receiving the ball, Huang Kaiwen pushed forward with a dribble.
During the warm-up, he had noticed that the pitch at Meazza was in excellent condition.
Facing such a situation, Huang Kaiwen was afraid; yet Mancini had opted to have an attacking midfielder, Emre Belözoğlu, match up with him.
A meeting turned into a deep-fried meatball.
After the last game, Huang Kaiwen had grown fond of this dribbling move.
It didn’t look flashy, but it was very practical.
As he swayed his shoulders, the ball rolled in front of the opponent; Belözoğlu reached out his foot to intercept, but Huang Kaiwen nudged the ball to the left with his right foot.
With his left foot, he easily dribbled past the opponent.
“Beautiful!”
“Huang Kaiwen’s deep-fried meatball should be the least flashy in football, smooth and effortless, a natural work of art.”
Cambiasso and Favalli almost charged at Huang Kaiwen at the same time.
The coach had instructed them to take special care of this guy before the match.
Huang Kaiwen thought, what on earth have I done?
Two defenders came at me all at once.
Seeing this, he did not dare to hold onto the ball for long and quickly made a diagonal pass to the center with a turn of his body.
As soon as Kaka received the ball, he accelerated past Stanković and, without waiting for the opposition’s defenders to react, adjusted and shot from front of the large penalty area.
Fontana narrowly managed to tip the ball over the crossbar.
Before his injury, Kaka’s long-range shooting ability was very strong, arguably the best in football at that time.
Pirlo took the corner kick, and Materazzi overpowered Crespo to clear it.
“The pace of the game today started out very fast.”
“Yes, the Milan Derby is always this thrilling.
Both sides have world-class technical and tactical abilities, with star-studded lineups starting the game, and even the bench is filled with big names.
For instance, Milan has Costacurta, Kaladze, Ambrosini, Seedorf, Rui Costa, and Inzaghi on the bench…
Inter has Toldo, Cruz, Davids, Van der Meyde, Martins, and Ze Maria waiting.
These players would be in the starting lineup of any other team.
Aside from the Milan giants, it’s rare to see such a luxurious bench.”
“That’s very true…
The ball has moved to the front, with Veron making a through pass, and Adriano receives the ball.”
“Ah, that long shot is a bit outrageous.
Even if Dida doesn’t move, there’s no threat at all.”
“Adriano’s shot at the start today does seem a bit out of his league.
Hopefully, he can slowly find his form,”
Ancelotti, holding a stopwatch, didn’t care at all about the other team’s offense.
His eyes were still on Huang Kaiwen.
Every time he let Huang Kaiwen play, he would be timing it.
Ancelotti had also noticed a pattern.
As long as Huang Kaiwen could last five minutes, the likelihood of him getting injured in that match was very low.
Therefore, the first few minutes of the game were the most frightening for him.
After a struggle in the midfield, Huang Kaiwen received the ball again.
Huang Kaiwen immediately knocked the ball behind Belozoglu and with a burst of acceleration, he forcefully broke through.
The Milan fans in the stands shouted frantically.
Meanwhile, in front of the Inter coaching area, Mancini’s face grew darker and darker.
He had watched Milan play against Barça in the UEFA Champions League and thought that Rijkaard saying Huang Kaiwen was unpredictable after the match was just an excuse for Barça not being well-prepared for Huang Kaiwen.
But seeing him today, it definitely wasn’t empty talk.
Last match, Huang Kaiwen was using rhythm change to dribble past opponents; how come today he started using speed to overpower them?
This time, when reaching the front, as Cambiasso did not come over, Huang Kaiwen directly faced Favalli on a diagonal run into the penalty area.
Ancelotti on the sideline was extremely nervous.
If he’s not in good condition, he shouldn’t push himself like this.
After entering the penalty area, Huang Kaiwen made a direct pass to Crespo.
Crespo, marked by Materazzi, couldn’t turn around, so he chose to pass back to Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen received the ball at the edge of the penalty area and saw that no one was defending him.
He nudged the ball slightly and wound up his right foot to shoot.
Boom—
The shot was very sudden; the focus of the Inter players had been attracted by Crespo and Shevchenko in the penalty area.
By the time they thought to react, it was already too late.
One step slow, and every step was slow.
Inter goalkeeper Fontana leapt into the air and became mere backdrop, his eyes widening as he watched the ball fly past him into the goal.
“Goooooooooooooooooooooooal!”
“Goooooooooooooooooooooooal!”
“Goooooooooooooooooooooooal!”
“Kevin scores with a long shot, giving Milan the lead—what a way to strike back at Inter Milan.”
“His goal-scoring efficiency is so high.
I can somewhat understand Inter’s approach.
Kevin like this is an opponent no one wants to face.”
Kaka and Shevchenko ran up from both sides, hugging Huang Kaiwen as they made their way towards the stands below.
Crespo stood still, realizing he was a bit surplus to requirements.
The three players shouted towards the stands with raised arms, exciting the Milan fans once again.
“Kevin!!!”
“Kevin!!!”
“Kevin!!!”
Many female fans wished they could lick the screen; the team was truly handsome.
Ancelotti glanced down at the watch, six and a half minutes, and he was as joyful as a 180-pound kid.
