After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 227 - 0141 Bern Miracle (Subscribe Requested)

"Lob it!"

"Kevin’s beautiful lob!"

"Drawing the goalkeeper’s attention with a burst to the baseline, he turns and lobs it, enjoying the sight of the goalkeeper’s despair."

"Treat friends like a gentle spring breeze, but be as cruel as winter to enemies."

"Kevin has mastered his footwork to perfection, freely controlling his style of play. If he tires of one style, he immediately switches to another. At this rate, I’m worried that one day Kevin will lose interest in soccer because, to him, it’s just a game where everyone else runs around only for him to win in the end."

Crudeli screamed his lungs out.

The Werder Bremen players watched their opponents celebrate with hands on hips.

Disappointment was written all over Klose’s face.

The Weixi Stadium finally understood that they were facing an unprecedentedly strong opponent.

Before, they had mocked Bayern for being terrified.

In interviews, Bayern players emphasized AC Milan’s strength.

Now it was finally their turn.

Werder Bremen restarted the match and knocked the ball back.

Schultz started pushing forward with the ball on the left.

Before reaching midfield, Gattuso rushed up.

Schultz quickly turned and passed it to Frings, who angled a pass behind Gattuso.

Trying for a one-two with Schultz advancing.

But Gattuso turned quickly, opening his left arm to block Schultz behind him.

The two shuffled pushing towards the midfield, with Gattuso quickly sidestepping to knock it back.

Thwack—

Pirlo, receiving the ball, swiftly flicked it long with his foot.

As the ball fell, Huang Kaiwen lifted his right leg, elegantly backheeling the ball to Kaka in the center.

An unmarked Huang Kaiwen surged forward again.

While standing still, Bolofski might have been able to stick close to Huang Kaiwen.

But once Huang Kaiwen took off,

The towering Bolofski was immediately left trailing behind.

As Kaka faced pressure from Bowman, he quickly twisted and slid a pass to the left.

Huang Kaiwen lightly controlled the ball with his foot.

Noticing weak defense on the right, he instantly fired a long pass in that direction.

The pass was right on target.

Shevchenko took the ball, plunging into the box from the right.

Suddenly, with a cutback, he shook Fahrinhearst and shot low, only to be blocked by Viezer to the baseline.

"AC Milan’s corner,"

"This should be the last attack of the first half."

"Corner from the left, Huang Kaiwen is heading there directly. I wonder what his plan is."

Starting from the corner flag,

Huang Kaiwen’s eyes never left the penalty area.

He fixed his gaze intensely on the center, putting huge pressure on the Werder Bremen players.

All but one of the Werder Bremen midfielders fell back to defend the box.

Maldini and Stam were marked as key defensive targets.

Huang Kaiwen smiled slightly.

Knowing Kaka well, he definitely anticipated him joining in from behind.

After a short run-up, Huang Kaiwen launched the ball towards the edge of the large box.

But Kaka had started his run a bit early.

It was already too late to retrieve the ball.

Pirlo, watching Huang Kaiwen’s pass, charged up and took a long shot.

Pirlo kept the ball incredibly steady under his foot.

But it was too steady.

The long shot struck Kaka’s calf and bounced high.

The referee, seeing no opportunity for an attack, blew the whistle for halftime.

Kaka also collapsed on the spot.

"Are you okay?"

Pirlo hurried over to ask.

Huang Kaiwen directly pulled Kaka up.

Unless injured,

it’s tough to be hurt just by the ball itself.

Otherwise, soccer would have already been categorized as a high-risk sport.

Moving around and feeling fine, Kaka laughed and said to Pirlo, "Nice shot."

Before Pirlo could respond,

Inzaghi came running up, shouting, "That jerk, Andre, did it on purpose. Kick him out!"

"Scram!"

Pirlo shouted, flipping his middle finger up.

Inzaghi punched Pirlo’s arm and bolted into the players’ tunnel.

"I’ll kill him sooner or later,"

Pirlo muttered fiercely.

Sheva, Kaka, and Huang Kaiwen all nodded in agreement.

They had heard this threat hundreds of times; yet, Inzaghi was still bouncing around alive and well.

Everyone knew what was going on between those two.

Waiting by the sideline, Ancelotti handed over a towel, asking, "Kevin, did you feel anything special today?"

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself.

Beyond discomfort on the back, what else could he feel?

But seeing the expectant look on Fat Ancelotti’s face, Huang Kaiwen decided to stick with a white lie.

Let Fat Ancelotti keep delving into "wish power."

At least it’s better than alchemy.

"Yes!"

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

"What kind of feeling was that?" Ancelotti quickly pressed.

"It’s hard to say, it’s complicated."

"Is it hot, prickly?" Ancelotti nodded and explained, "Don’t worry, that’s the magic of wish power, it’s all scientifically based. In the future, I plan to install a radar in Milanello and San Siro to capture wish power and prepare a receiver for you; that way, the effect will be even better."

Huang Kaiwen wanted to ask, did you really watch "Modern The God of Palm Strikes"

But after another thought,

Now Benitez is always accompanied by a pair of toads.

In comparison,

Ancelotti’s set of "wish power" at least kept things much cleaner.

Huang Kaiwen hurriedly nodded.

Better let Fat Ancelotti continue his research.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen and Ancelotti enter the locker room,

Inzaghi rushed up and hugged Huang Kaiwen’s neck tightly, saying, "Kid, you didn’t pass to me today."

"Second half, I’ll definitely pass to you in the second half,"

Huang Kaiwen assured.

"You got it then!"

"Yeah, for sure in the second half!" Huang Kaiwen raised his thumb and complimented, "Your movement in the first half was really good. Without it to draw their defense, there would have been no chance."

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