After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 82 - 0080 Thuram Takes Action (Seeking Monthly Votes and Recommendations)

Chapter 82: 0080 Thuram Takes Action (Seeking Monthly Votes and Recommendations)

Huang Kaiwen laughed as he wrapped an arm around Shevchenko.

It wasn’t that he had anything against Sheva.

It was mainly because he, Huang himself, was just too popular.

As a Milan organizer and the future president of Milan, everyone wanted to celebrate with him.

Kaka and Inzaghi were faster than each other.

Shevchenko had no chance to get a spot.

If there was anyone to blame, it could only be him, Huang, for being too well-liked.

Score a goal, and five or six teammates would flock around him.

The Rossoneri, witnessing such unity and affection, cheered even more vigorously.

Standing in the middle with his arms outstretched, Huang Kaiwen.

At that moment, he was like the god of San Siro.

Even the sophisticated socialites, upon seeing everything happening on the field, couldn’t help but have their eyes light up.

They hadn’t imagined such a "barbaric" sport could have this kind of appeal.

Even they were affected.

An attractive girl, clutching Barbara excitedly, said, "Is that your boyfriend? He looks really good, so tall. My goodness, so many people are cheering for him, he looks like a hero."

"Not like, he is," Barbara corrected.

Then she pulled the girl aside and began to whisper about Kaka.

This girl was Amanda Hearst.

She was the great-granddaughter of the American media mogul William Hearst, and her mother, Annie, was also a famous publisher.

Amanda was set to inherit her mother’s publishing group, worth 1.6 billion British Pounds.

The even more gorgeous girl beside Amanda was her cousin, Lydia Hearst.

Twenty-year-old Lydia was the great-granddaughter of William Hearst.

She was also the heir to the Hearst publishing empire, which had an annual revenue of 5 billion dollars.

At its zenith, her family owned 28 newspapers, 18 magazines, 7 radio stations, and a film production company. They were the big bosses of American publications like "BAZAAR" and "COSMOPOLITAN".

However, Lydia wasn’t very interested in the family business; she was currently working as a model.

Occasionally, she would even act in a movie produced by her own company.

While the players were working hard on the field.

Barbara was also working hard to promote Kaka.

Kaka’s handsome face.

And his devout faith.

These were all bonus points.

The young lady was determined to find a girlfriend for Kaka.

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"Capello is making a substitution, it’s just incomprehensible, incomprehensible!"

"Capello is bringing on Blindelli to replace Camoranesi, does he think Blindelli will do better than Camoranesi?"

"Or is it that Blindelli can keep up with Kevin?"

"Just now Manuel Braschi was warming up."

"I even went so far as to check the score just in case, but Juventus is indeed behind."

"Who told him to switch midfielders when they’re trailing?"

"Thankfully, he didn’t let Braschi come on."

After Juventus kicked off.

The "bodyguard" next to Huang Kaiwen was replaced.

Blindelli was Juventus’ utility man in the defense, a perennial substitute.

But as a defender.

His sense of position was indeed a bit better than Camoranesi’s.

After receiving a pass from Kaka.

Blindelli didn’t rush to pressurize.

He just kept his distance,

Ready to kick the ball away at any time.

Huang Kaiwen looked around, then passed back to Pirlo.

There were a lot of Juventus players in their own half.

And with the new "bodyguard" still not sure of the depth,

They were in no hurry to attack.

After a few passes in the backfield, Pirlo launched a long pass forward.

The ball was headed away by Emerson.

Pesotto immediately followed up with a diagonal long pass to the left flank.

The in-form Nedved received the ball and took the middle path straight away.

Without waiting for Gattuso to get there,

Nedved passed straight to Pirlo.

With his back to the goal, Pirlo tapped it back.

Nedved, who followed up, took the shot from distance.

Bang—

The ball was blocked by Stam as he threw himself to the side; Nesta cleared it with a big kick.

Two minutes later, Juventus’ attack raged on.

Nedved received the ball and tried to pass it into the box.

A long pass aimed for the middle.

Dida came out ahead of time and punched the ball out of the box with a single fist.

"Oh, a decisive clearance."

"It’s rare to see Dida coming out of the small box."

"Dida’s performance today isn’t too bad."

"After Pirlo gets the ball, he looks for Kevin, but there’s no chance, he opts for the middle."

"Kaka, Kaka’s got the ball."

Kaka’s speed with the ball was very fast.

His long legs constantly shuffled.

Emerson hit Kaka’s shin guard.

Kaka just staggered.

He didn’t fall,

But with a simple change of direction, he surged past the two Juventus midfielders.

Reaching the penalty area,

Just as the Juventus defenders were closely marking Milan’s forwards.

Kaka had already swung his right foot.

A long shot!

Bang——

The ball roared towards the Juventus goal like a cannonball leaving its chamber. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Buffon leapt to the side and barely managed to block the shot.

But he didn’t even have time to catch his breath.

His eyes widened again.

Huang Kaiwen had appeared out of nowhere on the left side of the penalty area and successfully received the ball.

After taking the ball, he turned immediately.

A cutback with the outside of his foot.

Shevchenko quickly started to move, shaking off Cannavaro.

He rushed into the penalty area and lifted his leg to shoot.

A volley into the open net—goal.

4:2.

Huang Kaiwen hadn’t been on the field for 45 minutes and had already contributed to four goals.

An ecstatic Shevchenko rushed over to Huang Kaiwen.

He knelt on one knee.

He placed one of Huang Kaiwen’s feet on his thigh, and used the bottom of his own jersey to polish Huang Kaiwen’s shoe.

He had suffered too much.

Since winning the Ballon d’Or, Serie A defenders had been targeting him.

He had become more of a tactical pivot, responsible for drawing the attention of the opposition’s defense.

In this period, he could only watch Crespo ruthlessly scoring goals.

Thankfully, he had assists from Huang Kaiwen.

Finally, he broke through his 5-match goal drought.

"Hat-trick of assists!!!"

"Kevin has delivered three assists today."

"They were for Inzaghi, Kaka, and Shevchenko."

"He seems like a left-wing god, omnipotent. Pirlo Zone? No, it’s the Kevin Zone!"

Amidst Crudeli’s excited shouting,

an unpleasant scene was unfolding on the Juventus side.

After getting up, Buffon demanded of Thuram, "How did you defend? Today’s goals all started from attacks down the left!"

"So what do you want to do, you want to try defending him yourself?"

Thuram pointed at Huang Kaiwen, challenging Buffon.

Fuck.

If I can’t defend him, I can’t defend him, what can I do?

"Stop arguing, it’s my fault too." Pesotto hurriedly intervened.

Upon hearing this, Buffon redirected his anger, swearing, "You guys, several of you, can’t even guard one man, what the hell are you playing at? Why don’t you go home and raise pigs?"

"Calm down, calm down mate," Cannavaro said as he held Buffon from behind, trying to soothe him.

But he was too short, and when Buffon turned around, he couldn’t even see the older brother.

"Everybody stop arguing. Let’s regroup, let’s not concede any more goals; we still have a chance," Cannavaro continued.

Buffon snorted coldly and turned to kick the ball inside the goal.

Today, he had fetched the ball from the net four times already.

Capello watched everything from the sidelines with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Internal disputes at a critical moment, these bastards!

All they could do now was strengthen the attack.

Capello called Marcelo Salayeta to warm up.

If they couldn’t level the score,

They’d switch to three forwards and go all out.

...

Juventus kept attacking mainly from the left.

Milan’s defense was targeted at Nedved.

The Czech player could hardly make a difference whenever he got the ball, surrounded by at least two defenders.

He passed to the right again, only to be intercepted by Maldini.

Maldini cleared the ball forward, but it went a little too far.

Blindelli, who had been somewhat inconspicuous, quickly sent the ball to Emerson.

Emerson delivered a high-quality lobbed pass to Pirlo.

Pirlo, with his back to the goal, used his right heel to flick the ball into the penalty area.

Trezeguet’s powerful shot was pushed away by Dida for a corner.

"Juventus has earned themselves a corner."

"This is their third corner of the day."

"Many Juventus players have rushed towards the goal for the corner kick, desperately wishing to score a goal."

"Pirlo sends the ball into the middle of the penalty area with a kick."

Nesta at the near post mistimed his jump.

And he missed the ball entirely!

Behind him, Thuram leapt high and with a header directed the ball into the goal just inches away.

4:3. Juventus were only one goal behind.

Hope for a draw had been reignited!

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Thuram was full of excitement after scoring.

He vented as he ran.

His hands were clenched into fists, the veins on his muscular forearms bulged.

He roared towards the visiting fans’ section.

Clearly demonstrating his unrest.

Huang Kaiwen, who was still in the forward line, was preparing to head back.

When he saw,

Thuram, making his way back, made a gesture towards him.

The French defender put up his thumb.

Then he swung it downwards fiercely.

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