After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1009 - 0332 Mourinho’s Egg (Please Subscribe)_2

"Wenger’s team, besides playing beautifully, is also excellent at nurturing young talent. Over the years, young players who made their names at Arsenal are as numerous as fish crossing the river, but Fabregas should be the most outstanding among them."

"Yes, he wore the captain’s armband last season, showing how much hope Wenger has placed on him. He also became the second youngest captain in a top European league at 20, second only to Fernando Torres, who became captain at 19, even Totti only wore the armband at 22."

"With this Arsenal team, almost every forward makes other top clubs salivate. Wenger truly has a knack for developing players."

Cech, who turned around to ask the ball boy for the ball, was startled into a cold sweat and said to Terry, "Good thing you came back."

"That kid is very good."

Terry said while looking at Fabregas.

"Be careful."

Ramos nodded and said.

Last year, when playing in the European Cup, this kid was the youngest in the national team.

Yet he was still selected for the best lineup.

Huang Kaiwen, returning to his half, couldn’t help but shake his head.

At this time, Fabregas truly was the finest young attacking midfielder.

You could even remove the ’young.’

Compared to those long-established midfield stars, Fabregas was not overshadowed.

Sadly, he slipped all the way back.

It shows that sometimes choice is very important.

Nasri stood at the corner flag, and Huang Kaiwen glanced over but did not enter the penalty area.

Chelsea didn’t lack players to compete for headers, so he might as well stay outside the penalty area to counterattack.

Beep——

After Nasri ran up, he sent the ball toward the near post of the penalty area.

Terry and Galas jumped almost simultaneously.

Terry’s body is strong, Galas’s physical fitness is explosive; the height of their jumps was almost identical.

But Terry’s position was further outside.

He slightly brushed the ball with his head from underneath, changing its trajectory towards the middle of the big penalty area.

Denilson had just raised his foot when Ramos shot out from the small penalty area with a diving header.

Bang——

The ball was fiercely headed out of the penalty area.

Applause resounded in Stamford Bridge Stadium.

Besides exciting offense, players’ fearless clearances are also key to a team’s success.

Denilson’s studs almost grazed Ramos’s face.

This fearless attitude was highly appreciated by the fans.

Huang Kaiwen, who rushed to the center, took the ball, and Alexander Song in the backcourt, along with nearby Sagna, charged at him.

And the Arsenal players were desperately chasing back.

Huang Kaiwen, with the ball, became the focal point of the entire pitch.

Alexander Song rushed toward him, yet Huang Kaiwen showed no intention of slowing down.

Just as they were about to collide, Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball with his left foot behind Song.

As he prepared to go around, unable to stop suddenly and losing his balance, Alexander Song directly grabbed Huang Kaiwen’s waist.

Beep——

Mike Dean blew for an offensive foul.

"Chelsea fans are not satisfied."

"Hehe, it was a great counterattack opportunity."

"Not crossing the half, it’s a front-court foul, not giving a card is reasonable."

"Mourinho was warned by the fourth official for complaining on the field; he truly should control his temper, otherwise he might coach fewer games than his assistant Boas."

Mikel kicked off, and Deco got tackled by Nasri once again.

This time, Mike Dean showed a yellow card to Nasri directly.

Two consecutive fouls made both teams’ players relax somewhat.

Deco glanced at the referee, and after Mike Dean nodded, he quickly took the free kick, chipping the ball from underneath with his right foot.

The ball flew over the heads of players on both sides, directly heading to the left side of the big penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen started in an instant, with Clichy chasing into the penalty area alongside him.

Zulu was also following closely behind.

Standing in front of the goal, Amunia was moving his steps several times, preparing to save at the near post.

As the ball descended, Huang Kaiwen slowed down, approached by the sprinting Clichy who charged right in front of him.

Huang Kaiwen lifted the ball with his left foot, and immediately with another left-footed play, the ball flew to his right side.

Clichy had no time to adjust his center of gravity.

Huang Kaiwen, adjusting well to face the goal, cushioned the ball with his left foot and then skillfully curled it with his right foot.

Bam——

Amunia tried to save it as soon as possible, but the reaction time was too short for him. When the ball flew past his hand, his outstretched hand just reached over.

Almost the next second, the rustling sound of the ball hitting the net was heard from behind.

"Kevin!" "Kevin Goal!"

"GoalGoalGoal!"

"As the first half is about to end, Kevin changed the score once again."

"Arsenal interrupted Kevin’s counterattack with a foul, but for Kevin, whether it’s a counterattack or positional play, whether there are six, eight, or two opponents near the penalty area, it makes no difference."

"Wenger’s Arsenal gained many fans for their beautiful offense, yet Chelsea only needs Kevin himself for the attack to be glorious."

"I think one day, the coach guiding Kevin might place one goalkeeper and nine defensive players, leaving the entire offense to Kevin alone."

After the goal.

Huang Kaiwen ran to the sidelines and performed an impromptu robot dance imitating Crouch.

At 2.02 meters, Crouch is too tall and thin, looking like a stick insect.

The exceptionally flexible Huang Kaiwen’s dance moves were much more coordinated.

The passionate celebration once again ignited Stamford Bridge.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

Fans in the front row wished they could rush onto the pitch and join Huang Kaiwen in dancing.

Boas stood at the sideline and twisted a few moves, making Mourinho very disdainful.