After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 79 - 0077 What is Jinhu Huixuan Request for monthly votes and recommendation tickets

79: 0077 What is Jinhu Huixuan (Request for monthly votes and recommendation tickets)

79: 0077 What is Jinhu Huixuan (Request for monthly votes and recommendation tickets)

Milan kicked off amid the cheers of the fans.

Shevchenko received the ball and quickly passed it back.

Kaka dribbled the ball and immediately twisted his body to make a lateral knock when pressured.

Huang Kaiwen caught the ball on the left flank.

With a flick of his right foot outward, he quickly hooked it back with his toes.

Swinging the bull’s tail!

He threw off Camoranesi’s balance and ran forward with the ball.

Today, Huang Kaiwen’s footwork was even more delicate, his dribbling as if strolling in a leisurely garden.

Although it was a move he had used before, today it was performed with greater ease and flair.

This was Sindelar’s ability.

The ball seemed to grow on his feet.

Huang Kaiwen dribbled past midfield.

Seeing the position of his teammates up front, he immediately had a plan.

He quickly nudged the ball forward.

He began striding forward with the ball.

As Emerson approached, Huang Kaiwen immediately pushed the ball forward with his right foot.

The Brazilian midfielder’s eyes widened.

He knew Huang Kaiwen was about to use the “fried meatball” move.

But he instinctively extended his foot.

Huang Kaiwen tapped the ball to the left and still managed to break through successfully along the sideline.

“Beautiful!”

“Fried meatball, it’s the fried meatball again!”

“Kevin easily got past the Brazilian midfielder.”

“Emerson was clearly cautious, but he was still outplayed.”

“Everyone knows Kevin will use the fried meatball, but no one can guard against Kevin’s special move.”

Huang Kaiwen once again nudged the ball forward a few meters.

He then ran up, his calf muscles tensed, and suddenly struck the ball hard.

Whoosh—

The ball curved right in front of the approaching Pesotto.

Hugging the turf, it rolled rapidly.

Thuram stepped forward to intercept, but unexpectedly the ball curved behind him.

A ground pass with a strong curve!

Spotting the opportunity.

Inzaghi sprinted into the penalty area.

But he was still a step too slow.

By the time he caught up with the ball, the angle was very tight.

Yet even so, many Milan fans had already stood up, anticipating the next goal.

Inzaghi forcefully kicked the ball near the left post.

Buffon crouched, arms positioned in front of him, and blocked the ball out of bounds.

“Mine, that was a beautiful pass!

Next time you pass it to me, it will definitely go in.”

Inzaghi turned and approached Huang Kaiwen, giving him a thumbs up.

The ball was too good, too discreet.

Not only were the Juventus players deceived.

Even he, an “opportunist,” couldn’t react in time.

If he had started a bit earlier, it would have been certain.

Huang Kaiwen shrugged nonchalantly.

He had just wanted to try it out, not expecting to pass it so well.

“Inzaghi started late, Kevin’s pass was incredibly deceptive, Inzaghi didn’t even notice it, or else it would have been a definite score.”

“Kevin’s pass is a work of art, he truly is the Mozart of football.”

“Just one pass made me get goosebumps all over, Kevin makes tearing through the opponent’s defense seem so simple.”

Pirlo walked towards the corner flag.

The field was getting ready for a corner kick.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen not enter the small penalty area, Pirlo passed a low ball to Huang Kaiwen.

Standing inside the penalty area, Huang Kaiwen turned and took a powerful shot.

The ball brushed against the post and flew out of bounds.

At this moment, the camera switched to Huang Kaiwen’s recent pass.

Standing on the left flank, Huang Kaiwen stroked the inner part of his foot, and the ball sketched a wicked curve along the turf.

From in front of Pesotto, it then curved behind Thuram.

The curve was impeccable, even in the field of mathematics.

Ancelotti rubbed his head.

He had been reluctant to let Huang Kaiwen play just now.

But as soon as Huang Kaiwen got on the field, the effect was immediate.

He had already forgotten his previous worries.

Now he only looked forward to Milan’s first goal.

Shortly after returning to midfield, Juventus began to launch an attack.

Emerson took the ball to the front and sought Camoranesi, but Maldini anticipated and stole the ball.

Milan launched a fast counterattack.

The entire formation was pressing forward.

Huang Kaiwen looked back as he rushed ahead.

Maldini had already reached the front field with the ball.

The captain of Milan took a glance and kicked the ball towards the penalty area.

“Don’t let him get the ball!”

“Hurry over!”

Maldini’s pass was too strong.

Huang Kaiwen had already almost reached the byline with the ball and couldn’t slow down at all.

Pesotto and Thuram nearby both breathed a sigh of relief, just waiting for the ball to go out of bounds.

But just at that moment.

Huang Kaiwen turned, his back facing the billboard.

He flicked the ball up with his right foot, Thuram instinctively stretched out his leg, but the ball flew over it.

Having completed the turn outside the byline, Huang Kaiwen swiftly rushed back to regain possession.

Cannavaro had already positioned himself in front of Huang Kaiwen.

But Huang Kaiwen leaned to one side.

Cannavaro followed his movement, shifting his weight.

Just then, Huang Kaiwen gave a slight touch.

The ball quickly passed between Cannavaro’s legs.

Beyond this top defender.

A cut-back!

Outside the large penalty area, Kaka quickly sprinted into the box, getting behind the ball.

Crudeli excitedly shouted, “Unmarked, Kaka!”

Kaka, one of Europe’s strongest long-range shooters at that time.

He had no intention of carrying the ball further.

He ran forward, fully stretching, swinging his right foot.

Thousands of eyes at the San Siro Stadium were fixed on Kaka.

Bang—

The Brazilian star’s right foot came down.

Buffon dived to the side immediately, but Kaka’s shot was faster.

It had almost instantaneously nestled into the top right corner of the goal.

“Kaka~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

“Kaka has scored a beautiful long-range goal, helping Milan to claw back a point.”

“Milan now sees hope for an equalizer.”

“This season Kaka has already scored 10 long-range goals!”

“Kaka is definitely among the strongest attacking midfielders in Europe!”

The San Siro Stadium also erupted into jubilation.

And the scorer, Kaka, immediately rushed towards Huang Kaiwen.

The two of them ran together towards the south stand where Milan’s die-hard fans were located.

If it had been Inter Milan’s home game,

their die-hards would have chosen the corresponding north stand.

The two teams have been rivals since their founding.

Crudeli continued excitedly, “Kaka almost faced the goalkeeper directly in that play.

He has to thank Kevin, who attracted three defenders on the left and managed to pass the ball despite their close marking.”

“This goal, Kevin deserves seventy percent of the credit.”

“No offense to Kaka, but with that pass, I could have scored that goal,”

“Because Kevin’s pass was just perfect!”

“With such teammates, breaking Müller’s scoring record isn’t a dream for a forward.”

Pirlo, retracing his steps to his own half, widened his eyes.

Although he had been deemed Baggio’s successor since his debut,

his skills were commendable.

But just now, Huang Kaiwen’s dazzling dribble and pass still left him astonished.

Juventus’s defense was among the top in European football.

Yet in front of Huang Kaiwen, they were as fragile as paper mache.

No wonder that youngster had earned his teammates’ trust, despite having not much playtime in a season.

He wished he had such a teammate behind Trezeguet.

By the time they had returned to the center circle, Pirlo’s eyes had become intense and serious.

Juventus’s “Golden Boy” sensed today’s match would not be easy.

Not long after the game restarted, a preoccupied Pirlo unusually made a passing mistake.

Pirlo quickly tried to make amends by rushing forward.

Inzaghi had already turned and passed the ball back to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen ran forward with quick, short steps, controlling the ball.

Pirlo frantically rushed at him and Huang Kaiwen deftly dodged by tapping the ball away from Pirlo’s outstretched right foot.

Then, with the outside of his left foot, he gently pushed.

The ball rolled quickly between Pirlo’s legs.

Camoranesi had already timed his approach and charged in.

Huang Kaiwen, with no time to adjust, just swung his lower leg.

Camoranesi quickly stepped right, guarding against the pass,

but Huang Kaiwen’s lower leg gently came down.

He merely nudged the ball forward a bit.

He then dashed forward with the ball.

Aware he’d been fooled, Camoranesi desperately grabbed at the hem of Huang Kaiwen’s jersey.

Snap—

Just as he was about to fall, Huang Kaiwen knocked the ball towards Kaka in the middle.

Camoranesi turned again in pursuit.

In the middle, facing the defense of three players, Kaka quickly knocked the ball to the side.

Huang Kaiwen, without any adjustment,

sidelong, rubbed his left foot under the ball.

Bang,

Juventus players turned simultaneously running towards their penalty area.

But remember, men can never outrun the ball.

Huang Kaiwen’s 45° cross, still carrying an exaggerated curve, flew directly behind the Juventus defensive line.