After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 63 - 0061 Unhurt can act
63: 0061 Unhurt can act
63: 0061 Unhurt can act
At that moment, he heard the chants of the Inter Milan fans.
Huang Kaiwen felt agitated as well.
But the more annoyed he was, the less he could afford an explosive outburst.
Having been online for many years, Huang Kaiwen knew one truth very well.
The most lethal act is to “flex” subtly!
So after scoring a goal,
He did not embrace his teammates.
He even avoided Shevchenko.
Standing in front of Inter Milan’s goal,
he spread his arms, tilted his head, his eyes full of confusion.
Though he didn’t speak,
his silence was more eloquent than words.
Huang Kaiwen seemed to be asking,
“Why did I score?
Why was it so easy to score!”
His actions felt like a slap in the face to every person in the Nera Group!
Inter Milan fans felt a burning pain on their faces.
They retaliated with boos,
but lacked the intensity from the start of the game.
The sparse boos aptly reflected the mood of the Inter Milan fans.
“Your celebration was so cool!”
Kaka approached Huang Kaiwen, and the two walked back hooking shoulders.
“I wouldn’t have been able to score without you.”
“Heh heh.”
…
“Guys, we can’t lose.”
“At least we can’t lose again!”
Sannetti still kept persuading his teammates.
After the restart, Inter Milan tried to find more opportunities.
But today, the performances of the two teams were not on the same level.
Pirlo, who had once been let go by Inter Milan to AC Milan, had become one of the most important pieces for Milan.
While Cambiasso and Zanetti,
had adequate defense,
they lacked organizational capabilities,
resulting in Inter Milan’s biggest problem, a severe disconnection between the defense and the attack.
Ancelotti shook his head in analysis; he did not have high hopes for Inter Milan.
Apart from Pirlo,
there was also a gap in the attacking midfield.
Veron was a player who greatly needed to control the ball,
but when he had the ball, he didn’t have the potent striking power of Kaka.
The difference was too big between them, one ahead and one behind, compared to Milan.
Inter Milan had two players on the wings, but could they compare with Kevin?
Ancelotti, stroking his chin, chuckled to himself.
The advantage is mine!
In the last phase of injury time, Gilardino, who hadn’t made much of an impact today, made a mistake with the ball and, frustrated, pushed Cafu, earning a yellow card.
Both teams returned to the locker rooms.
On the side with the blue jerseys, the atmosphere was cold, just like the color of their jerseys.
Whereas in AC Milan’s locker room, the atmosphere was fiery.
Inzaghi, pulling two Brazilian players along, was twisting his body.
Although handsome, his body was very stiff, unable to compare at all with Cafu and Dida.
Even without playing, Filippo couldn’t contain his excitement.
“Damn Inter Milan, they are toast!”
“To lose four games in a season, I’d be embarrassed to go outside if I were an Inter Milan player.”
“Semi-final, final, champion!”
Watching his noisy teammates, Paolo Maldini showed a knowing smile.
Huang Kaiwen glanced at Inzaghi, who danced like a zombie, and reminded him, “A three-goal lead isn’t safe, buddy.”
“How can it not be safe with a three-goal lead?
Can the opponents turn it around?”
Shevchenko, who hadn’t scored, questioned somewhat annoyed.
“Hey, I think Kevin is right,”
said Kaka, stepping in first.
Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said no more.
As time was almost up, Ancelotti still approached Huang Kaiwen and asked, “Can you still play?”
“Don’t worry, coach,”
but what Huang Kaiwen was really thinking about as he left the locker room was something else.
That meant watching Dida.
Today, with him around, nobody could touch his brother.
Roberto Mancini apparently couldn’t hold it in anymore.
As soon as the second half started, the Inter Milan coach made two substitutions.
“Mihajlovic replaced Zanetti, and Cruz came in for Gilardino,”
“Inter Milan switched to a two-striker formation.”
“Down by three goals, Inter Milan was desperate.”
“More crucially, today was Inter Milan’s home game.”
“With two away goals in hand, AC Milan was as steady as Mount Tai.”
“With a total score of 1:4, even if they pulled it equal, Inter Milan would still be eliminated.
If they didn’t want to be eliminated, they needed four goals!”
“If Kevin were at Inter Milan, they might still have a glimmer of hope.”
Crudeli’s mouth kept running.
He didn’t sound like a 61-year-old commentator at all.
And his analysis was spot on.
It didn’t take long after Inter Milan kicked off for problems to arise.
They were delayed indefinitely in getting the ball forward.
Veron was in an awkward position as an attacking midfielder.
His strength was in long, accurate passes, advancing play, and organizing attacks.
Being too far forward, he wasn’t as effective as a traditional attacking midfielder.
Not to mention compared to Kaka, who played with full impact and a European style of play.
A single Pirlo could keep Veron from passing the ball promptly just by sticking close.
Let alone Ambrosini, who often came back to defend.
So when Inter Milan’s attack reached the front, it often ended up with Veron passing to Van der Meyde.
In the 61st minute, Veron received the ball again and passed it sideways to Van der Meyde.
Van der Meyde had had some good times under Cooper.
But he was gradually getting lost.
Much like Boateng had initially at Inter Milan.
Facing AC Milan’s captain, Maldini, Van der Meyde executed two consecutive step-overs and then a flick.
Maldini stretched out his leg and easily poked the ball away.
Then he overpowered Van der Meyde physically.
Carrying the Dutchman with the ball, he charged forward.
“Attack down the left!”
“Ahead of Maldini is Kevin, Cambiasso is at a loss, he doesn’t know who to guard.”
“Cambiasso chooses Maldini, and as he feared, Maldini passes the ball ahead, Kevin’s got it!”
“Kevin speeds up with the ball, Sannetti’s on him.”
“Is Sannetti trying to slide tackle?”
“Beautiful!!!”
“Kevin uses a rainbow flick to fly over Inter Milan’s captain, he’s like a sprite on the soccer field.”
“Kevin, with his back to the goal, leans on Cordoba, and my poor brain can’t even begin to guess his next move.”
“My heavens…”
“Cordoba kicks Kevin’s foot from behind, that’s just too savage!!!”
Crudeli roared, denouncing the Inter Milan defender.
Huang Kaiwen hit the ground acting immediately.
With the “Injury Immunity Card,” he truly wouldn’t get hurt.
But is it right for you to kick me like that?
The instant he hit the turf, Huang Kaiwen’s left foot bent slightly backward.
He rolled over once, pulling his left leg toward his chest.
Hands covering his left foot, he rolled around on the ground.
Materazzi, initially intending to defend, saw this.
He actually heaved a sigh of relief at first.
A bit of schadenfreude.
Damn!
The last time he injured this kid, he was cursed for half a year.
If it were Materazzi instead of Cordoba, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what those AC Milan fans would do.
“Bastard!!!”
Kaka rushed over and shoved Cordoba.
Shevchenko quickly grabbed Kaka.
Materazzi immediately stepped up in front.
Players from both sides rushed over immediately, causing chaos at the sidelines.
Some Inter Milan fans even yelled in approval.
Meanwhile, Ancelotti, still the same middle-aged man, hadn’t changed a bit.
“Medic, medic!!!”
