After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 83 - 0081 What Maradona

"Get outta here, n***er!"

"Fuck you!"

"You won’t be walking out of San Siro today!"

"Bastard, that foul earlier was on purpose, wasn’t it? You’re dead!"

Seeing Thuram provoking Huang Kaiwen.

The Rossoneri couldn’t hold back any longer.

They kept cursing on the field.

They wished they could go onto the pitch and kill Thuram themselves.

Even Crudeli in the live broadcast room couldn’t help but criticize.

"Thuram scored a goal."

"He’s very happy, but he’s gotten too carried away."

"Perhaps he has forgotten that all of Kevin’s attacks start from his side."

"Does scoring one goal make up for the four goals Juventus already conceded?"

...

"I’ll find a chance to pass you the ball later."

Kaka said indignantly.

"Right, keep passing me the ball, we’ll attack from the left and show him what four assists in a single game looks like." Inzaghi also moved closer to Huang Kaiwen.

Shevchenko gave Inzaghi a kick and then turned around and said, "Let’s put in some effort, and I’ll find a chance to get you the ball."

"Okay."

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

His teammates were still supportive.

If it comes to it, he’ll treat everyone to a meal after the match.

He, Huang, just plays football occasionally and spends most of his time recovering from injuries; surprisingly, there are still people who dare to provoke him.

If he doesn’t teach Thuram a lesson now, wouldn’t all his opponents think they can bully him?

The game restarted.

Huang Kaiwen went on a mad dribbling spree down the left flank.

Blindelli went numb.

Watching Huang Kaiwen’s feet move as if cramped with the frequency.

Completely different from before.

Is this teammate taking the blame for provoking him?

But this substitute still faithfully carried out his duties.

He backed off.

Kept backing off.

Lowered his center of gravity.

Ready to tackle and intercept at any moment.

Riding the bicycle was never the goal, but a way to outplay the opponent.

Blindelli knew that.

The moment the rhythm changed during a bicycle kick was when the opponent was ready to break through.

It changed!

Blindelli’s eyes lit up.

He extended his left foot.

But he saw the ball delivered by Huang Kaiwen’s right foot right in front of him.

Blindelli thought with panic about another possibility.

Fuck.

After the bicycle kick, it was not a direct change of direction to outplay the opponent.

But he followed it up with a "fried meatball"!

Huang Kaiwen tapped the ball to the left with his right foot.

A "fried meatball."

Rushing past the left touchline.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

Cheers rose in waves throughout San Siro Stadium.

"Kevin is really getting serious now."

"Thuram’s actions will cost Juventus."

"Emerson and Pesotto are rushing towards Kevin, trying to double-team him."

The two Juventus players are very experienced.

They plan to coordinate their defense.

Emerson is responsible for pressing, while Pesotto waits on the side, ready to act.

The moment Emerson makes his move to press.

Huang Kaiwen’s right foot pulls the ball, ready to turn around.

Marseille roulette?

Pesotto quickly retracts his foot to adjust his center of gravity.

But Huang Kaiwen, already halfway through the turn, had no intention of continuing to spin and perform the Marseille roulette.

At this moment, there are up to six Juventus players around him.

Huang Kaiwen, sideways, sees an opportunity.

He quickly taps with his toes.

The ball swiftly passes between Emerson and Stephen Appiah, finding Kaka in the middle.

The Juventus players turn and throw themselves at Kaka.

Kaka immediately passes the ball diagonally to Huang Kaiwen, who is rushing into the penalty area.

Thuram, seeing Huang Kaiwen with the ball,

is reminded of his previous fear.

The sweat on the French center-back’s forehead keeps falling.

The experienced Thuram is still able to withstand the pressure.

Thuram extends his left foot.

As Huang Kaiwen dodges with a ball touch, Thuram retracts his unweighted foot and pokes again.

The French defender smiles in satisfaction.

No matter how good your skills are,

didn’t I still trick you?

But then,

Thuram’s eyes widen in shock.

Huang Kaiwen, dribbling along the edge of the penalty box, anticipates his move!

Suddenly, he turns the ball in the opposite direction, heading towards the corner flag area with the ball.

Panting,

Panting—

Thuram’s breathing grows heavier.

By the time he catches up, Huang Kaiwen has already passed the ball back to Kaka.

"Kevin breaks into the penalty area!"

"Kaka’s through ball!"

"Thuram can’t keep up this time!"

Shedding Thuram, Huang Kaiwen rushes toward the top of the small box.

And Kaka doesn’t disappoint him.

The ball is already at his feet.

Cannavaro hastily raises his hand to signal offside.

But there’s no whistle.

The linesman has no intention of raising his flag.

Behind the ball, Huang Kaiwen is already winding up his right foot.

Bang—

Italy’s best goalkeeper once again becomes a footnote to a goal.

San Siro Stadium completely erupts.

Of the 79,232 fans in the stadium, all but 3,000 away fans were cheering.

The tremendous roar echoed through the skies of Milan City.

"Kevin!"

"Goal!"

"A brace, involved in five goals."

"Juventus messed with the wrong person."

"The moment Kevin got serious, the match was over."

"The only suspense left was how many goals Milan would score."

"5:3, Kevin dominated the game today on his own."

Sideline photographers kept clicking their shutters.

The afternoon sun

fell onto Huang Kaiwen’s figure.

It gave him an aura of mystery.

Shooting from a low angle on the ground also made Huang Kaiwen appear incredibly tall.

Under the vast sky,

one man stood proudly at San Siro.

Fans behind him worshipped him like a deity.

Capello glanced at the time.

It was okay.

It was already injury time.

They wouldn’t concede any more goals.

Substituting Braschi in later could also waste a bit more time.

This famous manager who began his career in Milan now felt very complicated.

He was a bit reluctant to admit

he was intimidated by his former club.

This goal also shattered the morale of Juventus.

From 0:2 to 4:2, from 4:3 to 5:3, their emotions had been like riding a roller coaster.

Most players were just waiting to clock out.

To take a hot shower at home.

Tomorrow would be a new day.

But there were still those tirelessly striving.

After being forced to pass back,

Buffon booted a long ball to Nedved on the left flank.

After a quick side pass from Nedved,

Pirlo followed up with a through pass.

But this time, Nesta kept the ball.

Pirlo, with his flamboyant playing style, charged at Nesta like a mad dog.

Nesta, who had just passed the ball, was brought down.

Seeing Milan had possession, the referee did not blow the whistle.

Nesta got up first and helped up Pirlo.

He patted his teammate from the national team.

He understood Pirlo’s frustration,

but on the soccer field, many times, one person can’t decide the outcome.

In the backfield, Pirlo with the ball saw Huang Kaiwen in the midfield.

He immediately made a long forward pass.

Huang Kaiwen had just turned after receiving the ball

when two players blocked him.

Blindelli reached out his foot,

but Huang Kaiwen was faster.

He dribbled,

performed a Cruyff turn!

He was kicked from behind, but still didn’t fall.

Huang Kaiwen carried the ball diagonally to the left sideline, giving it a nudge with his toe.

The ball went behind Emerson and shot out several meters ahead.

Huang Kaiwen himself sped up outside the line and rushed to recapture the ball.

"Beautiful!"

"Kevin is breaking through with speed."

"Stephen Appiah is coming too, Scotch Eggs!"

"It’s the Scotch Eggs again!"

"Today Kevin used the Scotch Eggs four times, each time successfully dribbling past defenders."

"The Juventus players just can’t stop him."

The other Milan players were sprinting through the middle.

But at this moment,

they didn’t care.

The Juventus players all rushed towards Huang Kaiwen.

They had only one thought,

which was not to let Huang Kaiwen score again.

Thuram, filled with an unstoppable momentum, charged at Huang Kaiwen for a slide tackle,

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The shining white studs glinted in the sunlight.

Some timid Milan fans even covered their eyes.

Snap—

But the thing they feared didn’t happen.

Huang Kaiwen took a step forward with his left foot,

squeezed the ball between his feet and tossed it forward from behind.

Rainbow flick!

He leapt over Thuram.

Huang Kaiwen, unstable upon landing, leaned back against Cannavaro.

He knocked the ball backwards with his left heel,

then circled around Cannavaro’s right side.

Using his opponent’s body to stabilize himself,

he performed another cut-and-run.

Pesotto was dumbstruck.

Watching Huang Kaiwen madly performing step-overs in the box,

he wanted to tackle but dared not.

"Foul, damn it!"

"Take him down!"

Hearing his teammates roar,

Pesotto finally decided to go for the slide tackle.

But Huang Kaiwen made a simple tap of the ball,

once again dodging the challenge.

Now, only Buffon stood in front of him.

Buffon, more decisive than Pesotto,

let out a shout and lunged for the ball.

Huang Kaiwen drew the ball back, then swiftly curled under it.

Snap—

Nearly eighty thousand spectators

fixed their gaze on the penalty area.

They saw the ball sail over Buffon’s head and burrow into the net.

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