After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 74 - 0072 Three Strikes Grand Four Happiness Seeking Recommendation Votes Monthly Tickets
74: 0072 Three Strikes, Grand Four Happiness (Seeking Recommendation Votes, Monthly Tickets)
74: 0072 Three Strikes, Grand Four Happiness (Seeking Recommendation Votes, Monthly Tickets)
Heurelho Gomes looked at Huang Kaiwen’s retreating figure.
His face burned with pain.
This Brazilian goalkeeper, who had just transferred to Eindhoven,
had performed impressively and quickly became the mainstay.
He had shut out opponents many times in Eredivisie.
That’s why he was so arrogant.
But the penalty just now,
he guessed the direction all wrong.
Before the opponent even shot, he was duped and dove directly to the right.
Remembering his own words, Gomes’s face burned with pain.
…
After scoring, Huang Kaiwen rushed toward the away fans’ grandstand.
After a full-speed sprint, he crouched low.
Executing an impassioned slide on his knees.
Three stripes appeared beneath him.
Such fervor from Huang Kaiwen ignited the passion of the Milan fans.
Bowing in respect to Huang Kaiwen.
“Kevin!!!”
“Kevin!!!”
“Kevin!!!”
The fans in the front row kept reaching out their hands, as if they could pull Huang Kaiwen toward them.
What did frequent injuries matter?
Injuries only made Kevin stronger!
The Milan fans adored their new number 10.
When Huang Kaiwen got up and walked back,
three stripes were left on the spot.
The female fans in the stands were ecstatic again.
Among the female fans,
Huang Kaiwen’s popularity was almost surpassing Kaka’s.
“Hey, Mark.”
Passing by Van Bommel, Huang Kaiwen called out to him.
The Eindhoven captain was puzzled.
Huang Kaiwen jerked his chin up, pointing towards the Eindhoven’s goal and said, “That goalkeeper just said, if you weren’t Van Marwijk’s son-in-law, you couldn’t even play professional football.
He also said that people like you only climb up by relying on women.”
Fury rose to the fore.
Van Bommel’s face turned red with the effort to contain it.
Indeed, he had dated the coach’s daughter while playing for Sittard Fortuna.
That girl is now his wife.
He was always proud of that fact.
He also had a happy life.
Moreover, he had risen through the ranks on his own merit, not because of a woman.
No one had ever mentioned such a thing before.
It was considered a beautiful story in football circles.
Van Bommel wasn’t brainless, he stared at Huang Kaiwen and asked fiercely, “You’re making this up, right?”
Huang Kaiwen slapped his shoulder with sincerity, saying earnestly, “I did make it up, but what that guy really said was that anyone who dates a club insider’s daughter is trash.
He was probably just trying to mock me.”
Van Bommel believed him.
Because that South American goalkeeper did talk a lot of trash.
But Huang Kaiwen scored 3 goals, didn’t he?
If such a person could be considered trash,
then what about himself,
was marrying the coach’s daughter a mistake?
Even if Gomes didn’t mean it, Van Bommel still felt offended.
“By the way, the coach’s daughter really likes me, and I’m still troubled by having to reject her myself.”
Huang Kaiwen added as he turned to leave.
Van Bommel’s mouth twitched, he didn’t expect the Milan number 10’s situation to be so similar to his.
The Eindhoven captain looked at Huang Kaiwen with a sense of commiseration.
But when he turned back, he glared fiercely towards their own penalty area.
Poor Heurelho Gomes was still unaware of how he had offended the captain.
…
“There’s not much time left for Eindhoven.”
“The match is about to enter stoppage time, with the aggregate score at 3:5, Eindhoven’s hope for advancing is nearly a dream.”
“Unless they can score 3 goals in a row, all their efforts are in vain.”
The match time had reached 89 minutes and 32 seconds.
Hiddink used his last substitution to fill in the defense,
then sat back down on the bench.
Eindhoven wouldn’t have any more chances.
Ancelotti, on the other hand, was jotting down data in his notebook.
He planned to record all the data about Huang Kaiwen’s injuries, as well as the goals and assists.
Then came the analysis.
Ancelotti didn’t believe he couldn’t find a pattern.
Once he found the pattern,
he could prevent Kevin from getting hurt, allowing Kevin’s abilities to be maximized.
How far away could the treble be then?
The fourth official by the side of the pitch raised the stoppage time board.
Four minutes of added time.
The agitated Eindhoven players fought their own battles.
They had lost their reason.
Each one wanted to solve the problem with their individual abilities.
Cocu tried two long-range shots in succession, both wildly off the mark.
Farfan, who’d performed so well today, also stopped passing the ball.
Instead, he charged down the right flank with the ball on his own. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
A majority of Eindhoven players were pushed into Milan’s half.
Smack—
Fatigued, Farfan was easily dispossessed by Kaladze.
And with that, Farfan fell to the ground.
He spread his arms to the main referee but got no response.
Kaladze had already taken the ball halfway up the field.
Seeing the opponent’s open half, he launched a long ball into the attack.
A few of Milan’s forwards sprinted towards the opponent’s penalty area.
Huang Kaiwen noticed that the ball’s landing spot was near Kaka, so he simply ignored the ball and kept running forward.
Smack—
As the ball came down, Kaka cushioned it into the penalty area with one touch.
“To me, to me!”
Seeing Huang Kaiwen with the ball, Inzaghi kept calling for it on the left side of the penalty area.
Noticing Lucius behind Inzaghi, Huang Kaiwen simply poked the ball forward.
Then he quickened his pace to reach the ball and stretched out his entire body.
He swung his right foot.
Bang—
“Kevin!”
“Kevin~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”
Accompanied by Crudeli’s shout, the ball flew like a cannonball toward Eindhoven’s goal.
As fast as a shooting star.
The ball zoomed past the outstretched palm of Eindhoven’s goalkeeper Gomes and into the net behind him.
“Ah!!!”
“It’s in!!!”
“Kevin, four goals!!!”
“Again, a Milan player has scored four goals in a UEFA Champions League match!”
“The last to achieve this feat was Marco van Basten!!!”
Chelotti grabbed his own hair in frenzy, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Today Huang Kaiwen actually scored four goals!
It was insane.
The last Milan player to score four goals in a Champions League match was Van Basten in 1992!
And Van Basten was also the first player to score four goals in a single Champions League game.
Ancelotti never imagined that after his retirement, he’d witness such a scene.
As the main referee blew the final whistle of the match,
Ancelotti rushed onto the field and jumped on Huang Kaiwen’s back.
Caught off guard, Huang Kaiwen bumped into Inzaghi.
“Hey, be careful, head!”
Inzaghi complained discontentedly.
“Sorry.”
Chelotti quickly hopped off Huang Kaiwen.
His agility did not reflect that of a 180-pound man.
Looking Huang Kaiwen over from left to right, he anxiously asked, “Are you okay?”
Huang Kaiwen, feeling uncomfortable all over, brushed Chelotti’s hands aside and said, “I’m fine, I’m very good.”
“That’s good, that’s good.”
Ancelotti said with relief on his face.
He’d got carried away just now.
He nearly hurt Huang Kaiwen.
He took Huang Kaiwen by one hand, Kaka by another, leading the whole team to the stands where the visiting fans were.
That Milan had come this far to make it to the UEFA Champions League finals,
was inseparable from the steadfast support of these fans.
The Eindhoven fans who hadn’t yet left the stadium also gave applause to Milan.
To be precise, it was for Huang Kaiwen.
Today, a Milan player performed the craziest act on this stage that had birthed countless talents.
