After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 225: The wheels of history begin to turn (subscribe please)

Chapter 225: The wheels of history begin to turn (subscribe please)

Huang Kaiwen turned and went around to the back of the ball.

Naldo’s eyes widened in astonishment.

He couldn’t understand how Huang Kaiwen, almost as tall as he was, could be so agile!

Naldo dared not be careless.

He wasn’t Ronaldo.

But even Ronaldo wouldn’t underestimate the new Ballon d’Or winner.

With a snap,

the moment Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball with his side, Naldo moved quickly with his body slanted, trying to keep up.

But his slanted movement couldn’t compare in speed to straightforward motion.

Huang Kaiwen headed the ball into the penalty area.

Naldo was too late to turn around and could only continue to chase sideways.

Unable to keep up with the rhythm, Naldo’s feet tangled together; he supported himself with his hands for a couple of steps but still couldn’t catch up.

Huang Kaiwen had just entered the penalty area with the ball.

Owomoyela had already slid in from the left wing.

Huang Kaiwen executed a sharp stop by pulling the ball back with the sole of his foot.

Barely avoiding the opponent’s studs.

The other two defenders, Fahrinhearst and Schultz, had no time to think and rushed towards Huang Kaiwen together.

The closer Fahrinhearst got in front of Huang Kaiwen, naturally placing his hands on Huang Kaiwen’s arms.

This support seemed to give him a bit of confidence.

Just as Fahrinhearst was about to kick the ball away, Huang Kaiwen moved!

With a snap,

Huang Kaiwen pulled the ball back with his left foot, flipping it from behind to his right side, and turned his body smoothly.

Fahrinhearst, who had just steadied himself by holding onto Huang Kaiwen, couldn’t start running again to keep up.

Not only did he dare not exert force on his hands, but he also let go of Huang Kaiwen.

Holding on any longer would risk conceding a penalty.

Naldo and Bowman, who had already gotten up, stumbled back into the penalty area to position themselves in front of Huang Kaiwen.

With Owomoyela, who had risen from his slide, and Schultz from the left,

Huang Kaiwen, with his back to the goal, had the ball.

In front, to the left, and to the right, there were as many as four defensive players!

With a light touch, Huang Kaiwen moved the ball, and Bowman shifted a step to the right, preventing a direct pass to the advancing Kaka.

"Pass the ball!!!"

Watching anxiously, Inzaghi proactively ran to the left to provide support.

Huang Kaiwen glanced over at the sound.

The Werder Bremen players also looked in that direction reflexively.

In that moment of relaxation,

Huang Kaiwen’s foot moved, the outside of his right foot pushed the ball and then quickly hooked it back.

A rapid Mousetrap move successfully shifted several players; the Werder Bremen players all thought Huang Kaiwen was breaking back to the left, and the entire encircling formation shifted toward the side.

In the place they didn’t notice,

when the ball was hooked back, it was at the side and slightly behind Huang Kaiwen’s left leg.

It wasn’t a mistake!

Huang Kaiwen’s right foot moved again, his calf powered a flick.

A back pass!

The ball swiftly rolled from the left side of the penalty area toward the right.

A red figure dashed into the penalty area, easily controlling the ball for a one-on-one.

Shevchenko took a couple of steps with the ball at his feet.

He had already adjusted his posture in front of the small box.

Shevchenko wound up his right foot, twisted his body, and shot, the ball flying swiftly towards the bottom left corner.

Viezer, who was defending Shevchenko head on, rushed to dive at it, but a person’s speed could never compare with the ball’s.

The ball crossed the goal line and plunged into the left side of the net.

Bang,

The landing Viezer could only sigh as he watched the ball.

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"Shevchenko!!!"

"Shevchenko scored at the far corner!"

"I bet, right now, Shevchenko wants to kiss Kevin."

"Any forward would want to play with Kevin, and this goal is the best proof."

"From Kevin getting the ball in the midfield, splitting defenders with his back to goal, followed by a ’deep-fried meatball’ move past Bowman, and after being pinned by Naldo, Kevin used street football skills, lifting and turning to head the ball into the box, then a quick stop to dodge a sliding tackle, another touch to shake off Fahrinhearst. By the time he brought the ball back, he was surrounded by up to four defenders. Werder Bremen’s penalty area was empty, everyone was guarding Kevin. Inzaghi was calling for the ball on the flank, Kevin glanced sideways to shift the defenders’ attention, immediately flicking a ’cow’s tail’, several Werder Bremen defenders thought Kevin was going to break through, voluntarily clearing the way, Kevin finally knocked the ball from behind him to the right, making a perfect NO-LOOK PASS!"

"9 seconds!"

Crudeli roared: "Kevin performed all his technical moves in just 9 seconds."

"From getting past Bolofski to passing to Sheva, it only took him 9 seconds."

"With all these technical moves, my God, the soles of Kevin’s boots must be on fire. I have a feeling that Kevin looks more Brazilian than all the players on the field today; he started dancing the Samba in Werder Bremen’s box!"

"Perhaps on top of Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro, there should be a statue of Kevin!"

In the away fans’ stands.

Rossoneri fans frantically hit the separating net, calling out one name.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

If the goal isn’t spectacular enough,

then it can only serve as a backdrop.

Shevchenko was used to it.

And indeed, this goal was largely thanks to Huang Kaiwen.

It wasn’t even a second before Shevchenko was submerged by teammates rushing to celebrate.

"Beautiful pass!"

"Damn it, Kevin, you little rascal."

"So damn beautiful, although you should’ve passed to me."

Inzaghi vocally expressed his excitement.

Before,

Huang Kaiwen mostly used a straightforward European playing style.

But suddenly, it was as if he was walking the streets of Sao Paulo, watching a youth juggling a mango with his feet.

Both styles have their own merits,

but Samba football is indeed more entertaining to watch.

...

"7 minutes 31!"

Tassotti read out the numbers from the stopwatch, looking down.

"Beautiful!!!"

Ancelotti, who had been motionless until then, suddenly raised his arm shouting: "I knew it, with Kevin being so popular, the fans’ wishes must be very strong. Now I finally understand the key to Kevin’s injury-free: the curse, the key to breaking the curse is the fans’ thoughts, damn, when I get back I’m going to improve the wish reception device!"

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