After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 131 - 0108 Fight Club (Subscribe please)

Milan’s jerseys.

White as snow.

Black hair cut to an inch long.

It truly tests one’s attractiveness.

Huang Kaiwen’s looks are striking.

His angular, pale face like jade.

Beneath arched eyebrows,

a pair of deep, black eyes,

and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

His thin lips bore a faint smile.

Clearly, he was the type to captivate countless young girls.

Huang Kaiwen sprinted toward the main stand.

Spreading his arms, he looked up to the sky, symbolizing his confrontation with the Vatican.

Boom—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Huang Kaiwen’s celebration completely ignited Stade Louis II.

The fans cheered and leapt for joy.

As if their arms weren’t their own.

Frantically waving the scarves in their hands.

Some scarves bought at the stadium’s gates were off-colored.

A certain small commodities wholesale market became the biggest winner.

But their adoration for Huang Kaiwen was no less than that for the genuine article!

Young girls holding posters.

Robust men shouting till their faces turned red and their ears hot.

Those young and old, with grey hair hanging down, all shouting the same name!

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Fellow teammates who followed him to the stands were even more excited than Huang Kaiwen.

"Damn, damn!" Inzaghi shook Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder frantically and exclaimed, "I thought I saw Ronaldinho—no, Maradona. You’re such an enviable bastard!"

"Even Ronaldinho isn’t as good as Kevin."

Kaka, equally excited and speaking rapidly, said, "When you were dribbling on the left wing, with so much physical contact, I thought you would lose it. But you managed to get to the penalty area, faced the defenders, another Marseille turn, just too cool. My heart stopped when I saw that guy go for the tackle. I thought you’d be taken down, but then you pulled off a rainbow flick, so quick in reaction, keeping control even from behind, and still got off a shot after being pulled down. Kevin, you’re simply amazing!"

Huang Kaiwen just shrugged without saying a word.

This was a time to be modest.

The group laughed and chatted on their way back.

Yevgeny Aldonin pointed at Huang Kaiwen and said fiercely in English with a Donetsk outskirts accent, "You’re dead meat. Today, only one of us walks out of here."

"Then you’d better buy a good wheelchair. I know the manufacturers, want me to recommend one?" Huang Kaiwen, not bothered at all, spread his arms blocking Kaka and Inzaghi and asked.

"I won’t waste words with you, just wait."

Yevgeny Aldonin snorted coldly and turned to walk back to the field.

Inzaghi cautioned, "You embarrassed him with that rainbow flick, he won’t let it go easily."

Kaka looked worriedly at Huang Kaiwen and said, "Watch out for his foul play. In Brazil, many players retaliate with fouls after being dribbled past."

"Don’t worry, he can’t scare me," Huang Kaiwen replied, unperturbed.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen unconcerned,

Inzaghi and Kaka could only suppress their worries.

Ancelotti, however, wasn’t so worried.

Turning to his assistant, he asked, "How long?"

"Goal at 22 minutes, 18 seconds. Seems like today Kevin might hold on till close to the end," assistant coach Tassotti said with a smile.

Yet, Ancelotti frowned and said, "It’s not time to be happy yet. Kevin is likely to get injured towards the end of the match. Thus, today I plan to substitute him early."

"Carlo, you’re a genius!"

Tassotti gave a thumbs-up.

How could he not have thought of that?

As long as we substitute quickly, injuries won’t catch up to Kevin!

The game had already resumed.

Aldonin clearly had it in for Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen got the ball on the left wing.

He had just slipped past Krasić like a fried meatball.

Aldonin charged towards Huang Kaiwen, his presence fearsome.

Clap—

Huang Kaiwen quickly made a diagonal pass to Kaka in the middle.

Then he himself ran forward.

Aldonin hadn’t caught up yet.

In this situation, he couldn’t charge at the ball-less Huang Kaiwen and foul him.

He could only note it mentally and follow him back.

Kaka, not waiting for Aldonin to challenge, passed it back to the side again.

Huang Kaiwen received the ball and broke along the sideline; before the opponent could press, another horizontal knock.

The two players crazily played one-twos in the front field.

Not giving the defenders any chance to get close.

Ignashevich felt this was no good.

He rushed up to block Kaka’s passing route.

Seeing this, Huang Kaiwen,

immediately accelerated, taking advantage of Ignashevich being behind him, and charged into the penalty area.

Clap—

Kaka’s through ball came first before others could react.

It rolled past Ignashevich right to the front of Huang Kaiwen.

Odia followed into the penalty area.

Constantly using his body to pressure Huang Kaiwen.

Odia was cunning.

He bumped into Huang Kaiwen lightly and then quickly separated.

If Huang Kaiwen fell, he instantly stepped back to maintain distance.

Neither conceding a penalty nor allowing Huang Kaiwen any chance to adjust and pass back.

Seeing they were nearing the baseline,

and would run out if they continued,

Huang Kaiwen quickly exerted force in his midsection.

With a sudden stop, he shook off Odia again.

Then, twisting his body, he scooped the bottom of the ball with his left foot.

A lob pass.

The ball soared, heading straight for the right side of the small penalty box.

Looking for Toni!

Toni clearly wasn’t expecting it.

By the time he started, he was already slow.

Rushing into the small box, he could only watch as the ball flew past him.

Though he didn’t manage to head it,

Toni still gave Huang Kaiwen a thumbs-up.

As Inzaghi ran back, he said with a smug expression, "See how tough I’ve got it, pal? Milan’s geniuses are just that capricious. Even as a teammate, you can’t guess when they’ll pass the ball."

Toni nodded.

It really was like that.

He thought the ball had gone out of bounds.

Unexpectedly, it was passed back in.

The ball was picked up by Aleksei Berezutski near the sideline.

Central Army turned and launched a counterattack.

Rakhimov had already kicked the ball halfway across the field.

After receiving the ball, Daniel Carvalho showed off his brilliant dribbling.

As a Brazilian attacking midfielder,

this was a basic skill.

Ambrosini came up with a kick,

which Carvalho dodged by pulling the ball away.

Immediately after, Carvalho passed to Zhirkov on the flank.

Zhirkov faced off against Cafu once again.

He didn’t bother with the step overs this time.

He just accelerated and went deep.

Then he made a quick stop and passed it into the penalty area.

Smack—

Dida charged out of the penalty area a step ahead and punched the ball from behind with a single fist.

In front of the penalty box, Ambrosini received the ball, turned around, and passed it directly to Pirlo.

Pirlo swayed his left arm and curled under the ball.

A long pass!

The ball flew towards the middle of the front field with pinpoint accuracy.

Kaka saw Huang Kaiwen running towards the middle and voluntarily cleared the way.

Rakhimov was taken away by Kaka.

But Yevgeny Aldonin still stood in front of Huang Kaiwen.

The Ukrainian defensive midfielder’s eyes nearly shot fire, just waiting to give Huang Kaiwen a rough challenge.

Yevgeny Aldonin never even looked up at the ball.

He accelerated his feet and charged directly at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen also noticed Aldonin’s aggression.

He looked up with his back turned, fully exposing his rear.

Even without looking back,

Huang Kaiwen could feel the opponent about to charge at him.

He estimated the falling time of the ball.

Enough!

As the ball descended,

Huang Kaiwen stretched out a foot to block it,

letting the ball continue to fly towards the goal off his leg.

He sidestepped and started running, causing Aldonin to lunge at empty air.

"Kevin!!!"

"Back to the player and he splits the ball!!!"

"Kevin is in a more dangerous situation than Boateng, his move more graceful than Boateng’s."

"Aldonin is like an angry bull, and Kevin is like a bullfighter dancing the Flamenco."

"Even with brute strength, a bull cannot defeat the best bullfighter!"

Crudeli thought Huang Kaiwen was about to be knocked away.

Yet he managed to get past his opponent in such a manner.

Crudeli exclaimed excitedly.

"Kevin has the ball and is attacking the penalty area again."

"Even in the middle, Kevin is the best player."

"Where Kevin plays best fully depends on the position Kevin plays."

"Fried meatballs!!!"

"It’s the fried meatballs again."

"After more than a season, I haven’t seen anyone intercept the ball while Kevin uses ’fried meatballs’, and Vasili Berezutski clearly isn’t the lucky one."

"A lofted pass, beautiful, right in front of Toni!"

"A volley."

"It’s in!!!"

"Toni scores for AC Milan... wait, the linesman flags for offside???"

"How could it be offside when Aleksei Berezutski was trailing back at the moment Kevin passed?"

"Damn, it’s a wrong call!"

"They’ve cancelled Milan’s goal."

Toni spread his arms.

"I wasn’t offside, I really wasn’t, and there was another person behind!" he pleaded pitifully to the referee, "Just now he was at the back."

"It’s offside, the linesman said!"

The Turkish chief referee, Rene Temonk, stated with certainty.

"Are your eyes problematic?"

Inzaghi extended his index and middle fingers towards his eyes then pointed at the referee.

Temonk reached into his pocket and showed Inzaghi a yellow card.

Boom—

A huge chorus of boos rose up at Stade Louis II.

The fans in red and black striped shirts furiously cursed.

Chief referee Temonk remained unmoved.

Huang Kaiwen and Kaka hugged the emotionally charged Inzaghi.

One on each side, they walked him back.

Otherwise he’d definitely be sent off.

Play resumed and Milan’s players were noticeably more agitated. freeweɓnøvel~com

A few minutes later,

Wagner Love received the ball in the penalty area, turned around, and passed it back with one kick.

From the edge of the big box, Daniel Carvalho took a swing and fired a long shot, breaking through Dida’s defenses.

"Equalized."

"We’ve entered the additional time of the first half, and Central Army finally equalized the score."

"The emotional state of AC Milan’s players has been affected."

"They haven’t recovered from that disallowed goal."

"This way of playing can’t work, they should adjust their emotions."

"Play restarted."

"It’s almost halftime, the Milan players will probably calm down back in the locker room."

"Kaka horizontally passes to Huang Kaiwen."

"Krasić’s defense is completely a joke, how can he possibly intercept?"

"Huang Kaiwen carries the ball diagonally towards the penalty area."

"Aldonin, it’s Aldonin again!"

"Looks like he’s ready to slide tackle."

"Oh boy, is that the spikes showing?"

"Spreading his legs to show the spikes, Aldonin sends Huang Kaiwen out of bounds along with the ball, that move, definitely a red card action!!!"

Zhang exclaimed in surprise.

Such a violent foul is rarely seen on the field.

Others have avoided it.

And yet you spread your legs and chase the player with the ball.

If that’s not a red card, what is?

However, the referee jogging to the spot touched his pocket,

and then, showed Aldonin a yellow card!

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