After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 97 - 0093 So you’re playing frisbee without me, huh? (Looking for my first subscription)

Chapter 97: 0093 So you’re playing frisbee without me, huh? (Looking for my first subscription)

"Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka!!!"

"Kaka Goal!"

"A header."

"Kaka seldom scores with his head." freeweɓnovel-cøm

"Except for that assist from Gattuso on his debut, he probably hasn’t scored another."

Crudeli excitedly started running around the broadcasting room again.

"17 minutes, 2:0!"

"Liverpool is now on the brink of a cliff."

"No team can stop the cooperation between Kevin and Kaka."

"So what if today’s locals support Liverpool?"

"So what?!!!"

With my faith entrusted to the sky, I open my arms and look up, in gratitude for the blessings from above.

Once Kaka’s signature move was deployed,

the effect was significant.

If this were anywhere else in Europe,

it would be enough to make the girls in the stands cross their legs.

Ataturk Stadium is clearly not Jesus’s home ground.

Kaka’s signature celebration,

in the eyes of the locals, was full of provocation.

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

So they were even more agitated than the Liverpool fans.

Stretching their necks,

their faces twisted with rage.

Swearing things incomprehensible to some.

Huang Kaiwen ran up to hug Kaka’s shoulders.

Then he gestured towards the stands,

attracting even louder boos and curses.

"Huang Kaiwen, haha."

"Young people have such character."

"Provoking local fans in Istanbul is obviously not a wise move."

"Manchester United got beat up here playing in the UEFA Champions League. Leeds United fans even stained this land with their blood. Once the Turkish fans lose control, the match could spiral in a direction no one wants to see."

Zhang shook his head.

Huang Jianxiang retorted, "I think it’s refreshing. ’No young man worth his salt is entirely good,’ right? Since they all support Liverpool, what’s the use in trying to please them?"

...

"Can I score one, too?"

As they were walking back, Inzaghi squeezed between Kaka and Huang Kaiwen.

"No one’s stopping you from scoring," Huang Kaiwen said to Inzaghi, puzzled.

"Buddy," Inzaghi said, draping his arms around their shoulders, "if you pass the ball to me, I’ll score."

"The last one was for you, but you just didn’t get a touch on it,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a laugh.

Kaka gave a thumbs up, "The pass was good, I haven’t scored a header in a long time."

"That’s really something,"

Huang Kaiwen looked curiously at Kaka and asked, "Ricardo, when was the last time you scored a header?"

"When I first came to Milan,"

Kaka said with an embarrassed smile, "but I did score a few back in Sao Paulo."

His heading and jumping were quite average,

and he didn’t like to head the ball goalwards.

Even with high balls, he usually preferred to chest it down and then take a shot.

Some technically skilled players have this tendency.

...

Liverpool restarted the game.

Huang Kaiwen still faced boos as he pressed on.

The ball quickly got to Xabi Alonso’s feet.

Xabi Alonso was an outstanding player,

skilled in both attack and defense, with decent playmaking abilities.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t chase too far forward.

Alonso made a long pass to Kewell, who was instantly dispossessed by Pirlo after trapping and turning.

Gattuso swiftly passed to Maldini.

Noticing Cafu had charged upfield,

Maldini quickly sent a long ball to the right flank.

"Stick with him, stay close!"

Benitez yelled from the sideline.

Riise immediately closed in on Huang Kaiwen.

Cafu, seeing his chance with the ball, prepared to slip by the flank,

as Riise could not ignore what was right in front of him.

But no sooner had he moved closer to Cafu, that the Brazilian tapped the ball to Huang Kaiwen.

"Kevin’s got the ball on the right."

"You can tell Ancelotti has given him a lot of freedom; today he’s frequently switching sides to disrupt Liverpool’s defense,"

"Now, how will he choose to take on his man?"

Seeing Traoré rushing towards him, Huang Kaiwen quickly pulled off a feint and sent a 45-degree cross deep into the box.

Shevchenko nearly started his run at the same time as Carragher.

Both men sprinted into the box.

Carragher appeared to be the taller,

but Shevchenko didn’t lose his balance.

As the ball dropped,

Sheva poked at it first,

Carragher quickly got a foot in, and the ball bounced back toward the goal at even greater speed.

Dudek powered his legs to leap backward,

and with a look-back to the moon, barely managed to deflect the ball past the post.

Are you kidding me?

Huang Kaiwen, who had run near the box, witnessed the whole process.

Indeed, classic Carragher behavior.

This guy’s own goals for Liverpool are outnumbered only by Henry.

I remember watching him score twice into his own net in the Northwest Derby,

helping Manchester United defeat Liverpool.

When Carragher is on defense, he really goes all out towards his own goal.

The corner was taken but posed no real threat.

Liverpool’s backline opted for more long balls out of defense.

As time went on,

both teams took a breather from the onslaught.

No one can attack non-stop.

In the 29th minute, Luis Garcia took the ball on the right, dodged Huang Kaiwen’s pressing, and with a quick diagonal long pass found Riise.

Riise took a few steps with the ball before realizing there was no one in front of him.

He wound up for a shot from about 35 meters out from the large penalty area.

Bang—

It was so sudden.

The power was too great.

Milan’s world-class defense didn’t even sense the danger.

Riise just took a shot.

By the time they reacted, the ball had already flown into the penalty area.

Dida narrowly tipped the ball over the crossbar.

Liverpool finally got their first corner kick of the day.

"Wow, Riise’s kick was really powerful; I could hear it loud and clear from the commentary box."

"Look at Dida, he’s rubbing his backhand behind him; it looks like that shot wasn’t easy for him either."

"The power behind Riise’s shots is immense; he once broke Alan Smith’s leg with a shot in the Premier League, where players usually don’t dare to throw themselves in front of his long-range efforts."

"Let’s look at this corner kick from Liverpool."

Xabi Alonso sent the ball towards the middle.

The ball flew to the front post and was headed out of the penalty area by a leaping Stam.

Pirlo received the ball, turned around, and saw Huang Kaiwen had already charged past the halfway line; another long pass.

Whoosh,

Finnan saw Huang Kaiwen in front of him receiving the ball again.

It was incredibly frustrating.

If you’re going to switch play, just stay over there, will you?

Watching the ball head towards him, Finnan didn’t dare make a move recklessly.

He could only stick close to Huang Kaiwen with his body and run towards the end line together.

Not giving Huang Kaiwen the chance to cross the ball.

Seeing that they were about to reach the end line,

Finnan knew the opponent must have another trick up his sleeve.

If he didn’t make a move now, it would be too late.

He slowed down slightly and stretched out his left foot.

Unexpectedly, Huang Kaiwen really did turn around and bumped into him while dribbling.

As he took the ball forward,

Finnan was still pondering this issue.

Was his defensive ability improving?

Or did he naturally excel in big matches?

When he played in the Premier League in the past, his performances were average because the opponents there were too weak.

After crossing the halfway line, he passed the ball sideways to Gerrard.

As Finnan ran back, he couldn’t hide his excitement.

Seeing the opponent’s performance, Huang Kaiwen didn’t know whether he should be happy.

Since when had football become about taking pride in blocking him?

"Yassin was after all a goalkeeper."

Unable to make too many fancy moves while running and contesting,

he decided to dribble near the end line.

This all-time best goalkeeper in world football history seemed somewhat superfluous in such situations.

His ball control couldn’t compare to that of offensive players.

Due to his position, he wasn’t as nimble with his feet when being confronted.

After all, a goalkeeper’s confrontations usually come from set pieces, relying more on the upper body.

Huang Kaiwen glanced back and really wanted to switch places with Dida.

A few minutes later, Pirlo sent another pass to the left flank.

This exquisite pass once again sailed over Garcia and found Huang Kaiwen directly.

With Luis Garcia hot on his heels, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t pivot easily and could only charge forward with the ball.

"Kevin has the ball."

"What method will he use to dribble past this time?"

"The last mistake didn’t affect Kevin; he’s taking on Finnan proactively."

"Finnan is in trouble."

"Kevin... had the ball taken from him."

Finnan passed the ball back to the captain once again.

While running back, he didn’t forget to give Huang Kaiwen a provocative smile.

The confidence from intercepting a "top" player twice in a row was clearly boosting his morale.

Ancelotti frowned deeply.

This wasn’t normal!

Today’s Kevin was definitely off.

With Kevin’s ability, Finnan, a second-rate player, should not be able to touch the ball,

let alone the man himself.

Yet, today, it happened twice consecutively,

Kevin was dispossessed by Finnan.

As the person who "knew" Huang Kaiwen’s abilities best,

Ancelotti sensed an unusual atmosphere.

He quietly sat back down on the coach’s bench,

turned around, and pulled out a pair of binoculars from his bag.

He surveyed the stands where the Liverpool fans were seated,

hoping to spot any suspicious individuals.

But after a long while, he still didn’t find anything.

The "Wizard’s mother" seemed to be flattering Stephen King,

not making any special gestures.

Ancelotti felt utterly confused.

He could only pull out his previous notes, hoping to find a countermeasure.

Liverpool’s attack came to nothing, and Pirlo passed the ball to the left flank again.

Huang Kaiwen, who received the ball, felt numb.

Do they really trust him that much?

Seeing Finnan charging at him with full force,

A second-rate player was playing with such confidence against him today, seemingly on a hot streak.

Huang Kaiwen hurriedly swung his left foot and floated the ball into the penalty area.

Speaking of which,

He learned this tactic from "Pochettino."

He always liked using this strategy when launching long passes.

The hurried pass wasn’t very accurate,

and the ball headed for the goal line just inside the small penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen thought it was just going out of bounds, but Shevchenko somehow sprinted all the way to the baseline and took a twisting shot that hit the side netting.

His reception skills were not a bit inferior to Mu’s.

As he walked back, Inzaghi asked, "Why do you keep making long passes today, and not to this side?"

"What do you know, it’s a tactic."

"What kind of tactic?"

"You just don’t worry about the kind of tactic; as long as it works, that’s all that matters. Doesn’t this tactic look like throwing a frisbee? I got the inspiration from playing frisbee," said Huang Kaiwen inwardly.

This tactic is none other than the dog-frisbee,

a unique secret of Paris.

"Hey, it does look like it." After taking a couple more steps back, Inzaghi stopped and turned back to ask, "Since when have you been playing frisbee, and you didn’t invite me along?"

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