After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1003 - 0331 Cosmic Knight Huang Kaiwen (Seeking Subscribers)

"Hehe, red card, red card, Mike Dean showed Wenger a red card, Wenger will be sent to the stands. Mourinho and Huang Kaiwen went up to persuade him, hehe, Mike Dean seems to want to stick to his decision, this referee’s style is very confident, often becoming the center of the match due to his decisions."

"Yes, Arsenal fans have always disliked this referee, during Mike Dean’s officiated games, Arsenal’s win rate is very low."

Sidelines.

Mike Dean insisted on sending the initiated Wenger to the stands.

"I said it wasn’t a penalty, he said it was, he started getting agitated. He pushed me and I didn’t even retaliate, I even told him that if we met on the streets one day, I wouldn’t go easy. Of course, I was joking." Mourinho complained.

Huang Kaiwen nodded along.

The Professor might be under a lot of pressure.

After all, Arsenal hasn’t won any significant trophies recently, in the league, the other three teams in the BIG4 besides Arsenal are doing well, Arsenal is starting to lag behind.

I guess when the Professor saw that it was Mike Dean officiating this match, his mentality already collapsed.

He would think this is the worst.

But in fact, Mike Dean will retire later than him.

By then, Arsenal’s win rate in Dean’s officiated matches will only be 7%!

He also says he’s not a Tottenham fan.

Anyway, Huang Kaiwen doesn’t believe it.

This win rate is ridiculous even for a mid-table team.

After sending Wenger to the stands, Mike Dean signaled the match to continue.

Cech started the play from the back, Ramos immediately dribbled forward.

Ferreira, seeing the situation, naturally moved to the center, his attacking desire isn’t as strong as Ramos’s.

Nasri rushed towards Ramos, directly taking a stance to challenge physically.

He crashed into Ramos with his hands protecting his chest, Ramos didn’t slow down while dribbling, directly knocking Nasri out of bounds.

Fabregas and the advancing Clichy rushed towards Ramos, Ramos quickly made a side pass to Minero.

After passing, Ramos continued to advance, closely pursued by Clichy.

Minero hesitated for a moment and made a side pass to Mikel.

After being released by Hertha Berlin, he hadn’t played, so his touch wasn’t great.

If Chelsea wasn’t running out of options, he certainly wouldn’t get a chance.

Kenyon’s signing seemed like just finding him a place to collect a paycheck.

Mikel quickly passed to Mata, Denilson directly reached out to grab Mata’s jersey.

Mata, with nimble footwork, dodged Denilson’s foot with a right foot flick, Denilson, holding onto the jersey, stumbled as he turned with Mata, losing his balance.

As Mata was about to be pulled down, he kicked the ball away.

Mike Dean put the whistle down again.

Ashley Cole dribbled rapidly along the left, only a few meters and he was met by Alexander Song’s pressing, attempting a direct change of direction without stopping, but Song anticipated it, blocking the ball with his foot.

Fortunately, Ashley Cole reacted quickly, immediately turning to pass back.

Arsenal’s pressing up front was active too, Mikel was immediately hindered by Denilson from behind.

Adebayor seized the chance to rush forward, causing Mikel to panic completely.

"Pass!"

Ramos, running to the midfield left, shouted behind Mikel.

Mikel hurriedly passed back, Ramos took the ball and made a side pass, Ashley Cole continued to push forward.

Arsenal’s defense focused on the center, leaving the left relatively open.

Ramos, with the ball, charged directly down the left, Cole next to him kept signaling for the ball, Ramos pretended not to see.

He practiced long passes intensively just to deliver balls to the front, who the hell would side pass if there’s a chance.

Back at the centerline, Alexander Song showed no intention of challenging, Ramos, 10 meters behind the centerline, swung his right foot, chipping the ball.

Bam—

The ball soared over the centerline, quickly flying towards the right front, covering most of the pitch with impressive accuracy.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly sprinted forward, Zulu immediately realized and ran directly towards the penalty area.

Gallas hurried to guard the center, now only the two of them were on the defense line.

In the stands, Wenger, anxious, wanted to put his hands in his pockets to maintain composure, but couldn’t get them in, the director captured this scene faithfully.

As Huang Kaiwen and Zulu ran into the right side of the big penalty area, the ball dropped in this spot.

Judging his position, he jumped and lifted his right foot, trapping the ball at his feet.

Zulu lunged at Huang Kaiwen, extending his foot, Huang Kaiwen tapped the ball with his right foot, squeezing it like a ping-pong ball through Zulu’s legs.

Although Zulu turned immediately, the physical difference between the two was obvious.

Huang Kaiwen was evidently more agile.

Though Zulu was only slightly slower, for Huang Kaiwen it was enough.

As the ball bounced after hitting the ground, Huang Kaiwen, now freed from Zulu, sliced his right foot under the ball.

Bam—

Close range, Amunia chose to go down immediately, awkwardly finding the ball rising straight towards the top left corner of the goal, kneeling and reaching in vain was his best caption against Huang Kaiwen.

With gloves on, all he could do was watch the ball strike the net.

The eager Stamford Bridge finally unleashed its passion, nearly the entire stadium erupted in cheers.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

From the fans in the stands, one could see the diversity of the city of London.

Every skin tone and hair color could be spotted.