After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 71 - 0069 The Ultimate Dirt Requesting Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets
71: 0069 The Ultimate Dirt (Requesting Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets)
71: 0069 The Ultimate Dirt (Requesting Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets)
Kaka instantly jumped onto Huang Kaiwen.
Excitedly yelling.
“Charge, charge, charge!”
Carrying Kaka on his back, Huang Kaiwen rushed toward the away fans’ stand, eliciting screams from the Milan fans, which now included an increasing number of female supporters.
“Kevin!!!”
“Kevin!!!”
“Kevin!!!”
Turning around to join the celebration, Shevchenko watched the two figures.
With arms stretched out and nowhere to go, he could only put them down in frustration.
Some fans on forums laughed their heads off.
“Shevchenko missed the celebration again.”
“Where is there room for another between Huang Kaiwen and Kaka?”
“It’s supposed to be a trio in the movie, but I can’t even have a name.”
“At this rate, Shevchenko will transfer.
How can Huang Kaiwen still be so good after getting injured so many times a season?”
“If Van Basten had Huang Kaiwen’s resilience, he wouldn’t have retired so early.”
…
Eindhoven, having made it to the semifinals of the UEFA Champions League, was still quite strong.
Trailing by three goals on aggregate, Eindhoven played desperately.
Playing at home, Eindhoven was in top form, especially Park Ji-sung and Farfan on either wing.
The Peruvian Farfan with the ball was nearly unstoppable.
Even facing Maldini, he managed to pass the ball.
Carlo Ancelotti was quite moved by his play.
Fat Ancelotti even thought about poaching Farfan in the summer.
Next season, he planned to have Farfan and Huang Kaiwen flying down the wings together.
During a midfield tussle, Ambrosini made a mistake.
The ball ended up at Van Bommel’s feet.
Huang Kaiwen pressed on, forcing Van Bommel to quickly pass the ball to Cocu.
Cocu then made a forward pass to Park Ji-sung, who made a not-so-great pass to Jan Vennegoor.
Stam pressed Jan Vennegoor.
Under the harassment of the Milan defenders, Jan Vennegoor found no chance to shoot.
Stam, pulling at Jan Vennegoor, fell and cleared the ball.
Park Ji-sung, charging into the box, seized the opportunity to blast the ball.
The ball flew into the top right corner of the goal.
The Philips Stadion erupted with thunderous cheers.
The Eindhoven players celebrated wildly.
Huang Kaiwen jogged back to the box.
Seeing Dida standing there, dazed, he grabbed his neck.
Forehead to forehead with Dida.
Huang Kaiwen loudly demanded, “Nelson, what are you doing, Nelson?”
“No, I wasn’t.”
Dida’s eyes darted around, avoiding Huang Kaiwen’s gaze.
“Buddy, look at me!”
Huang Kaiwen gripped Dida’s neck tighter, forcing him to make eye contact before he looked away again.
“Damn it!”
Huang Kaiwen angrily rebuked, “Don’t you remember what you promised me?
You didn’t even make a saving attempt for that goal.
Is that really your level?”
Dida looked guiltily at Huang Kaiwen.
“Don’t let that match get to you!”
“Sorry, Kevin.”
Taking a deep breath and with a tearful voice, Dida said, “Sorry, Kevin.
I’m not that brave.
You can get injured and come back to the field, but I can’t.
Every day, lying in bed, the moment I close my eyes, I think about what would have happened if that firework had hit my head.”
“Act like a man, damn it, I didn’t save a coward,” Huang Kaiwen said impatiently, pushing Dida away and pointing from his eyes to Dida’s.
Implying he was watching him.
Dida stood dumbfounded in front of the goal and then looked up at the sky after a while.
…
The goal was from a distance.
But with Dida’s abilities, he definitely could have saved it, or at least he should have made an attempt.
After all, Dida is a goalkeeper who relies on his reflexes.
Huang Kaiwen guessed that Dida was still affected by the “firework derby.”
Though he had changed Dida’s destiny.
However, Dida still couldn’t shake off that day’s match.
But now Milan couldn’t wait for him anymore.
They were at the critical point of competition on two fronts.
A step further would lead them to a double crown.
A step back, and they would end up with nothing.
As play resumed, Kaka got the ball and passed to Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen passed back to Pirlo.
Waiting until the opponents pressed into their half, Pirlo lobbed a pass to the right flank.
Just as Huang Kaiwen received the ball, Park Ji-sung stuck close to him.
Pulling the ball and turning.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t want to tangle with the opponent too much.
But Park Ji-sung was persistent.
His hand had already grabbed Huang Kaiwen’s jersey.
Unable to break free immediately, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t get going.
Huang Kaiwen’s right foot suddenly swung widely.
Park Ji-sung immediately followed the movement.
But Huang Kaiwen wasn’t passing the ball at all.
His right foot lightly touched down as he pulled the ball back and turned, shaking off Park Ji-sung.
“The Cruyff turn!”
“What is called genius?”
“Smooth as flowing water!”
Crudeli exclaimed excitedly, “Kevin has replicated Cruyff’s famous move from the 1974 World Cup, which made him famous throughout Europe.”
“A foreign player, in front of thirty thousand Dutch fans, has showcased Cruyff’s style anew!”
“Basten took over from Cruyff.”
“But after Basten, Kevin is the best in terms of skill!!!”
“Fuck!”
The 61-year-old commentator hadn’t finished his commentary when he cursed out loud.
“Foul, that’s a foul!”
“Van Bommel stepped on Kevin’s foot, how else could he intercept the ball?
Is Hauge blind?”
If it weren’t for being held back by the assistant coach,
Fat Ancelotti would have already charged onto the field to give Van Bommel a couple of punches.
“Calm down, Carlo,”
the assistant coach advised.
“It’s already been 8 minutes and 22 seconds, Kevin has made it past 5 minutes.”
Ancelotti calmed down a bit.
After all, if Huang Kaiwen lasted 5 minutes, he wouldn’t get injured easily.
But he still cursed at the referee and opposing players under his breath.
Seeing that Huang Kaiwen didn’t appear to have any issues moving, Ancelotti finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Before long, Eindhoven’s offense came roaring back.
Farfan on the right wing broke through as if no one was there.
A change of pace was enough to get past Ambrosini and he was still competitive against Maldini.
Farfan sent a long cross into the box, and Stam outjumped Jan Vennegoor to head the ball out of the box.
Today Farfan continuously initiated attacks.
He put a lot of pressure on Milan’s defense from the right wing.
Eindhoven, trailing by a large margin, erupted!
In the ensuing period,
they dominated Milan.
In the 31st minute, Pirlo finally found a good opportunity.
His long pass accurately found Kaka.
Without letting the ball touch the ground, Kaka used the outside of his boot to send the ball to the right wing.
Huang Kaiwen received the ball and accelerated past midfield.
Instantly flicking the ball,
he split Park Ji-sung with the ball and man.
Just as he was preparing to continue his charge, Huang Kaiwen felt a tug from behind.
Shit!
His jersey was being pulled again.
He didn’t pick up speed.
He was blocked on the sideline by Lee Young-pyo.
Two South Koreans, one in front and one behind.
Using both hands and feet, they snatched the ball from under Huang Kaiwen’s feet.
Huang Kaiwen looked toward Hauge.
The Norwegian main referee still gave no indication.
“Motherfucker!”
Huang Kaiwen angrily kicked at the air.
Today the referee had also taken money, giving such care to the little sticks?
Park Ji-sung and Lee Young-pyo carried the ball to the front field.
Facing the advancing Nesta, Park Ji-sung spread to the side and Lee Young-pyo quickly went deep and crossed the ball.
The Milan players at the near post didn’t get to it.
Rushing to the right post, Cocu headed the ball into the goal.
The score was now 2:1 for this match, making the total score over two legs 2:3.
Eindhoven now saw hope for a comeback.
Huang Kaiwen rushed to the vicinity of the box and found Hauge.
He communicated with him in English.
“They fouled just now, if you had called the foul, this goal wouldn’t have happened.”
“I don’t think so,”
“But they used their hands,” Huang Kaiwen anxiously raised his own hands, opened them in front of the main referee, and said, “Isn’t it illegal to defend with hands?”
“I didn’t see it, and here, I make the rules,”
Hauge said, pointing to the turf beneath his feet.
“Fuck, asshole!”
Maldini already had his arms around Huang Kaiwen’s waist from behind, trying to calm him, but Huang Kaiwen was still extremely annoyed and cursed.
Hauge didn’t understand Chinese.
But seeing Huang Kaiwen’s performance, he knew it wasn’t anything nice.
The Norwegian main referee then showed Huang Kaiwen a yellow card.
