After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 64 - 0062 Fireworks were thrown down from the stands
64: 0062 Fireworks were thrown down from the stands
64: 0062 Fireworks were thrown down from the stands
Milan’s team doctors were quite experienced in handling this kind of situation.
One could say that from the moment Huang Kaiwen entered the field, they were on a wartime footing.
Lieven Maesschalck, carrying his medical kit, was the first to rush onto the field.
He quickly knelt beside Huang Kaiwen.
He took off Huang Kaiwen’s soccer shoes and socks to examine him.
The Milan players also gathered around.
“How does it feel?”
Maesschalck asked, frowning.
Because he couldn’t see what the problem was.
“Much better, it hurt a lot just now!”
“Alright, I suggest you leave the field,” Maesschalck said, “Even though it’s not apparent, I fear it might be a tendon injury.”
“Help me up to try.”
Huang Kaiwen didn’t say he couldn’t play, just to try getting up.
Leaning on Lieven Maesschalck.
He staggered a couple of steps.
Huang Kaiwen began to try walking on his own.
He jumped a couple of times.
He shook his ankle.
“I should still be able to play,” Huang Kaiwen said.
Maesschalck replied, “I suggest you get off the field if you insist on continuing.”
“I insist.”
“Alright, be careful then.”
Maesschalck hurriedly walked to the sideline and discussed Huang Kaiwen’s condition with Ancelotti.
Ancelotti was both relieved and worried.
It would be best if there was no injury.
But what if there’s an injury and they haven’t detected it?
Fat Ancelotti looked conflicted as he instructed Seedorf to return to the bench.
“Are you really okay?” Kaka asked Huang Kaiwen, full of concern.
“Don’t worry, I know my own body.”
“That’s good, but be careful,” Crespo hurriedly added.
Finally, an opportunity to make his presence felt.
A few of them were getting ready to join in the set-piece attack.
It seemed as if everything had passed.
But Crudeli, sitting in the broadcast booth, was not at all satisfied.
“A yellow card?”
“Just a yellow card?”
“Cordoba’s foul was practically murderous.
First Materazzi, now him, is Inter Milan a bunch of savages?”
“They’ve hired wizards, and they’re still playing dirty!”
“What did Kevin do wrong?”
“Do they want all the outstanding players to leave Italy or what?”
TV viewers who were Milan fans were seething with indignation.
Inter Milan had really gone too far!
Pirlo and Cafu stood together at the spot of the foul.
The two of them gave Huang Kaiwen thumbs up.
The message was clear, they would avenge him.
Whistle—
After the whistle blew, Pirlo took a running start and kicked the ball.
The ball flew over the wall and straight toward the goal.
Duang,
It grazed the crossbar and went out for a goal kick.
Just a bit more and it could have been another goal.
Huang Kaiwen noticed that quite a few Inter Milan fans had started setting off fireworks in the stands.
Now, the Meazza sat atop a powder keg.
Just a catalyst short of an explosion.
“Inter Milan has used their last substitution.”
“Martins comes on for Van der Meyde, while Milan brings on Serginho for Crespo.”
With Van der Meyde, Veron could still play it across.
Now with Van der Meyde off, the frontline had three strikers, leaving Veron in a tight spot.
He couldn’t find a way to pass due to pressure from Ambrosini and Pirlo.
The three forwards upfront were like decorations.
In the 75th minute, Inter Milan’s backline played a long pass to the front.
Veron couldn’t even get the ball before it was intercepted.
After Ambrosini passed to the side, Cafu sent a long diagonal pass aiming for Huang Kaiwen.
The pass was mediocre.
But Huang Kaiwen jumped up and easily controlled the ball.
Facing Cambiasso, he deftly tapped the ball and sped up.
He split from the ball and dashed past.
Cambiasso turned back to pull at his shirt.
Yet Huang Kaiwen, as if having eyes on his back, slightly sidestepped to avoid it.
“Damn it, Inter Milan wants to foul again!”
Crudeli snorted coldly.
“Mihajlović is moving to defend, he plans to double-team Kevin with Cordoba.”
“Kevin passed, beautifully, with the ability to use both feet the opponent has no way to anticipate.”
“As Mihajlović moves up, Kaka is left unmarked, and Kaka drives the ball towards the penalty area.”
“Materazzi is sticking closely to Shevchenko, but now Milan has two wings, Serginho is on the right side receiving the ball.”
“Cross!!!!”
Serginho kicked the ball with his right foot into the penalty area.
But only Shevchenko had entered the box, to no avail.
Materazzi cleared the ball in advance.
Kaka rushed forward, not waiting for the ball to land and swung his right foot.
Bang——
It was blocked by Materazzi, who threw himself into its path.
The ball fell back to Serginho’s feet.
Seeing Favalli charging at him, Serginho quickly shifted it to the left.
With just a glance.
Huang Kaiwen knew the pass was too high.
He couldn’t make it to the sideline in time, as the ball was already in front of him.
In such a situation, he had no choice.
He twisted his body and used his right foot for support. free𝑤ebnovel.com
With a swing of his left foot in a side kick, he fiercely struck the ball.
Bang——
Like a meteor!
The ball deformed the instant it made contact with Huang Kaiwen’s left foot.
It then sped towards Inter Milan’s goal.
Toldo almost instinctively leapt to his left, but how could he stop a shot as if sent from the heavens?
The ultimate speed, it arrived in a blink of an eye.
An extreme angle, a perfect dead corner.
The ball seemed to drill into the junction of the crossbar and post in the blink of an eye.
Toldo’s stretched arm only added to the pathos.
“Kevin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Crudeli once again displayed his skill of sprinting wildly in the broadcast studio.
“Kevin Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Kevin’s hat-trick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“With almost the same posture as Zidane in the 2002 UEFA Champions League final, Kevin scored an even more spectacular goal.”
“His movement was more graceful than Zidane’s, more powerful, and the angle of the shot was even more cunning.”
“I am certain that today, the best Kevin has returned.”
“Poor Toldo, he will appear in Kevin’s goal highlights.”
“Inter Milan are losers, and Toldo is the most pitiful among these losers.”
“A single season, four consecutive victories, Milan have created history in the Milan Derby.”
“Kevin is the writer of history!”
Ancelotti rushed to the sideline.
He squatted in a horse stance, his fists shaking wildly.
Shevchenko hurried to celebrate, even faster than Kaka.
“That was beautiful, Kevin.”
“This ball was incredible, how did you do it?”
“Was it a fluke?” Kaka joked along.
Huang Kaiwen, embraced by his teammates, was equally thrilled.
But at that moment.
He saw fireworks being thrown down from the stands.
As if a war horn had sounded.
A torrent of debris began to fall from the sky.
Having held back for so long, the Inter Milan fans finally found an outlet.
The powder keg had finally exploded!
