After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 552 - 0230 The mast and oar ashes fly and smoke extinguishes (seeking subscription)_2

Crack—

Marcelo curled his left foot under the ball and sent forth a lob.

Maldini dashed to the left and leapt, heading the ball out of the penalty area right in front of Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen, who had already turned around and lifted his right foot, hurriedly exerted force again to swing his leg and avoid kicking Maldini, and he fell down in Milan’s penalty area.

Bending over, Maldini extended a hand to pull Huang Kaiwen up and patted his arm, asking, "You’re not hurt, are you?"

"No worries!"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, grinning as he limped back towards the midfield.

The miss was still quite uncomfortable, but after running a few steps and feeling no injury, Huang Kaiwen sped up and ran back.

Upfront, Kaka took the ball again and encountered the pinching defense of Diarra and Guti, his pass intercepted by Ramos who kicked the ball out over the sideline.

"AC Milan makes the first substitution, Ibrahimovic replaces Inzaghi."

"Inzaghi didn’t score today, so Ancelotti tries another style of forward. If that doesn’t work, there’s still Toni."

Jankulovski throws in the ball from out of bounds.

Ambrosini receives the ball and passes back to Jankulovski, who, hounded by Ramos, tussles with him along the sideline. Jankulovski can’t find an opening to pass forward and is forced to turn around and send the ball back.

Pirlo beats Raul to the ball, dodges Raul’s foot with a cut to the left, and immediately knocks it sideways to Gattuso. Gattuso quickly passes back to an advancing Nesta, then runs up beside Huang Kaiwen.

"Buddy, you don’t need to do this when we’re attacking. You’d do much better taking the ball upfield yourself."

Huang Kaiwen says with a shrug.

"Can’t do, the coach had Ibrahimovic remind me to stick with you, and I think he’s right," Gattuso says earnestly.

Nesta launches a long ball to the front, and Huang Kaiwen runs back to his own half with Gattuso by his side.

Kaka in the frontcourt makes a through pass, but Ibrahimovic, turning to receive the ball, is tripped by Pepe’s leg.

Whistle—

The referee’s whistle blows.

"This position is very good."

"Yes, seizing this chance could equalize the score... It should be Pirlo taking the kick, he’s approaching the place of the foul."

Huang Kaiwen, standing near the penalty area, turns and jogs back to the midfield.

Running alongside, Gattuso asks, "What are you running back and forth for?"

"Well, I’m not needed for the wall, so I’m waiting for a counter in the midfield," Huang Kaiwen responds.

"Then why not stay in the back?"

Gattuso continues, "Didn’t you do a one-man run from the backfield to the opponents’ penalty area once before, in the match against Inter Milan?"

"Curious, buddy?" Huang Kaiwen asks with a grin.

Gattuso nods repeatedly.

"I won’t tell you!" Huang Kaiwen says with a laugh and a wink.

There’s no way he’d tell Gattuso about his leg not feeling right; after all, they’re opponents now.

Gattuso:...

Dammit, Inzaghi must have corrupted Kevin.

When Kevin spoke those words, he even had the same intonation as that guy!

No wonder Inzaghi ranks third; he’s already influenced Kevin.

Gattuso thinks he should advise Huang Kaiwen after the match not to hang around with the playboy Inzaghi too much.

...

Pirlo starts his run-up and takes the free kick, the ball zipping over the wall and heading straight for the top left corner of the goal.

Casillas lunges to the side, extending an arm to block the ball down.

Seedorf’s follow-up shot near the left post is blocked by a lunging Ramos.

The ball flies toward the top of the large penalty area, and Diarra takes possession, turning without even lifting his head and clears the ball with a big kick.

Bang—

Huang Kaiwen starts off immediately, sprinting past Gattuso.

The two of them rush towards the frontcourt together.

The ball lands in front of them, and Huang Kaiwen taps it with his calf in stride, nudging the bouncing ball forward and accelerating again in pursuit.

Odo quickens his pace towards Huang Kaiwen.

While running, Huang Kaiwen cuts with his left foot, taking the ball past Odo and into the penalty area.

Nesta hurries over to cover, positioning himself in front of Huang Kaiwen.

The next second, Nesta’s eyes widen, hesitating to make a move.

Because Huang Kaiwen is shuffling his shoulders, constantly shifting his balance and starting to pedal with his feet.

Nesta can’t find the right moment to tackle; all he can do is stare intently at the ball under Huang Kaiwen’s feet.

Huang Kaiwen’s right foot glides over the ball, quickly switching to his left, and after a few bicycles with his left foot, he pushes the ball aside, angles his body, flicks his left foot at the back of the ball, and falls to the ground himself.

Dida, standing near the near post, dives to save, but he guesses the wrong direction, and the ball rolls swiftly past him into the far corner of the goal.

"Team doctor, team doctor!!!"

"Team doctor, team doctor!!!"

Baldini screams in imitation of Capello.

Ancelotti shouts reflexively, his voice even more piercing than Baldini’s.

The AC Milan medical team rushes onto the field only to halt and turn back.

The assistant referee and the fourth official exchange glances, not sure what to say.

The AC Milan medical team’s entrance onto the field was faster than Real Madrid’s team doctor’s—quite a strange occurrence.

"Huang Kaiwen must be injured."

"Hehe, Ancelotti’s response was a reflex; the AC Milan medical team reacted similarly. Looking at it now, their speed of entry onto the field was quite a bit faster than Real Madrid’s team doctor’s."

"Really, to tell you the truth, I’m not sure whether the team doctor’s allowed onto the field for a player from the other side getting injured."

"Actually, Huang Kaiwen always ends up at AC Milan for treatment. If they used AC Milan’s stretcher, it’d be more convenient. Real Madrid’s team doctor just started carrying Huang Kaiwen off when the AC Milan medical team came up to check on him. Hehe, the Real Madrid team doctor was helping on the sidelines. This is the first time I’ve seen something like this."

[In the middle of this], Huang Kaiwen lies on the ground.

"Is he faking an injury again?"