After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 130 - 0107 Difficult Competition (Subscription Request)_4

By the time he tried to force his way past Kaladze,

Kaladze timed his tackle perfectly.

He successfully hooked the ball over and turned to pass it to Maldini.

Thwack——

With a swing of his arm, Maldini sent a long pass soaring down the pitch.

Even playing as a centre-back today,

Maldini’s long passes were still precise.

As soon as his teammate intercepted the ball, Huang Kaiwen was already sprinting forward.

When Huang Kaiwen crossed the halfway line,

Maldini’s pass landed just two meters in front of him.

Huang Kaiwen exchanged a glance with Aldonin.

The two men accelerated towards the ball at almost the same time.

Neither of them showed any intention of backing down.

The opponent was closer.

Huang Kaiwen could only grit his teeth and speed up again.

He stomped down hard with his right leg on the pitch, sending large clumps of turf flying.

Closer.

Even closer.

Even so,

the opponent got to the ball first.

Half a meter behind, Huang Kaiwen stretched out his right leg, hooking the ball back with his foot.

Aldonin clearly didn’t want to let him succeed.

He swiftly stuck out his foot.

But Huang Kaiwen was faster.

Without even adjusting after receiving the ball, he knocked it with his left foot, sending it from behind to his right side, causing Aldonin to stab at thin air.

"Kevin!!!"

"Beautiful!!!"

"Look, you bastards, this is Milan’s number 10, this is Kevin!"

"Even if you foul him, you can’t stop his advance!!!" Crew Daley shouted excitedly.

"Rakhimov also rushes toward Kevin, the Central Army players attempting to intercept with their numerical advantage."

"But they won’t succeed!"

"They’ll see how formidable Kevin is very soon!"

Aldonin was outplayed.

Another Central Army midfielder, Rakhimov, charged from the right towards Huang Kaiwen.

And on the Central Army’s defensive line,

the captain, Ignashevich, and the full-back Odia also rushed towards the left flank.

At the same time, three people were running at Huang Kaiwen to defend.

The ball-carrying Huang Kaiwen feigned a pass with an initial lift of his right foot.

Rakhimov hastily extended his foot to block the pass to Kaka.

But unexpectedly,

Huang Kaiwen’s right foot came down, stepping on the ball and pulling it back.

The ball once again moved from behind him to his left side.

Huang Kaiwen flicked it with his left foot, accelerating down the touchline.

Ignashevich failed to get there in time.

Only Odia remained shadowing him closely.

Odia was truly tough and fast,

running beside Huang Kaiwen with his muscular legs, constantly thrusting his shoulder to bump Huang Kaiwen, trying to knock him off the pitch.

Damn it!

Huang Kaiwen bit down hard and accelerated once more.

Odia kept up his pace.

Finally, Huang Kaiwen broke into a smile.

He knew he couldn’t shake this guy off with speed alone.

But soccer wasn’t just about speed.

He could also use changes in rhythm.

As the two men tangled and dashed toward the end line, Huang Kaiwen was already mindful of his pace.

Ensuring the ball didn’t get too far from him,

approximately 3 meters from the end line,

Huang Kaiwen stepped forward with his right foot to the front of the ball and knocked it sideways into the box with his left foot.

The unprepared Odia couldn’t stop in time, sliding with two long streaks towards the advertising boards.

Huang Kaiwen’s performance was far from over.

Forcing his body around, he rushed into the penalty area.

He came face to face with the Central Army captain, Ignashevich.

The two were of similar height.

But Ignashevich was clearly much stronger and could have fit two Huang Kaiwens inside him.

They almost simultaneously reached the ball.

Ignashevich lunged forward, attempting to block Huang Kaiwen with his body.

Huang Kaiwen, on the other hand, turned sideways and pulled the ball back with his foot.

Then, he danced the waltz within the penalty area.

He spun around almost grazing Ignashevich’s body, incredibly not letting his opponent touch the ball or himself.

"Marseille turn!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Brilliant dribbling, Ignashevich is like a rampaging wild boar in front of Kevin, just can’t close in."

"Aldonin, who chased back into the penalty area, slid with a flying tackle, trying to seal off Kevin’s shooting angle."

"Beautiful!!! Kevin makes a rainbow flick over the opponent, turning to lean on Vasili Berezutski."

"The ball comes down, Kevin chests it."

"Kevin is going to fall."

"In the moment Kevin falls, a left-footed sweep shot!"

"It’s a goal!!!!!!!"

"Goal!!! Kevin goal!!!"

"A signature Kevin-style goal, he played around several opponents."

"Kevin scores his first goal of the season."

"This goal is also Milan’s first goal of the season."

"Kevin is like a magician in the penalty area, his feet always bring us surprises."

"The Russians can stop the Germans, but they absolutely can’t stop Kevin!!!!! Ahhhhh, the new season begins, and Kevin remains unstoppable!!!!!!!"

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