After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 246 - 0147 007 Golden Eye (Subscribe please)_2

Thwack—

Pirlo’s right foot stroked the underside of the ball.

After receiving the force, the ball transformed into a long arc, swiftly flying into the penalty area.

The player at the near post was utterly unprepared.

Zebina couldn’t even jump before the ball reached the center.

Thuram and Shevchenko leapt almost simultaneously with force.

The two men stretched their arms in mid-air to grapple.

Thuram knocked Shevchenko, successfully contested the header, and headed the ball out of the penalty area with a flick.

"Counterattack!"

"Juventus is counterattacking, Vieira sends a long pass quickly down the left."

"Nedved controls the ball and then starts moving, accelerating to the baseline and shakes off Stam with a forceful cross."

"Dida!"

"Dida successfully blocked Trezeguet’s header."

"Kaladze quickly got the ball and passed it to Serginho."

"AC Milan is counterattacking again; the pace of the game has just picked up significantly."

"Serginho and Pirlo make a one-two pass, getting past Mutu and then back to Pirlo."

"Long pass!"

Kevin was seen right inside Juventus’ half.

Pirlo twisted his body and fluidly stroked the underside of the ball with his foot.

This kick was very powerful; it was meant to send the ball deep into the Juventus penalty area.

In a blink, the ball had flown over half the field, straight towards Juventus’s penalty area.

Thuram, retreating, looked up, preparing to leap at any moment to contest the ball.

Suddenly, he felt someone rushing up and looked down.

It was Huang Kaiwen charging straight ahead.

Not yet reaching the edge of the penalty area, he bent his legs slightly and powerfully sprung up with his left leg.

While in mid-air, Huang Kaiwen stepped out with his right foot in a feigned move, using his waist and abdomen to propel himself further forward.

In front of Thuram, he chested the ball forward while still in mid-air.

Only then did Thuram realize it wasn’t time to be shocked, but Huang Kaiwen had already dashed into the penalty area to get the ball; turning around was already too late for Thuram.

Fortunately, Cannavaro had moved to cover the left flank in advance, blocking in front of Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen immediately flicked the ball with his left foot and accelerated toward the right flank.

His explosive power successfully shook Cannavaro off, albeit just by a body length, but it was enough for Romario.

At the right side of the small penalty area, Huang Kaiwen twisted and nudged the ball with his right foot.

Buffon, waiting by the right post, thought to himself, ’This is bad.’

Without even looking back, he executed a backwards dive to save.

But the ball was faster.

Almost taunting Buffon, it rolled across the goal line and crashed vehemently into the left side of the net.

The Juventus goalkeeper ultimately couldn’t stop the ball.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin Goal!"

"Kevin, in this counterattack, scored with a low shot."

"Pirlo’s kick clearly had too much power; it was meant to reach deep inside the penalty area, but Thuram had already positioned himself well."

"At that moment, Kevin leaped into the air, chested the ball into the penalty area, and with another burst of speed shook off Cannavaro. Though it was just a body position, and the window of opportunity was only a split second, Kevin still didn’t give Juventus any chance, nailing a beautiful low shot into the far corner of the goal!"

"Although Kevin didn’t use any flashy dribbling skills, the explosive power and shooting technique he showcased are amongst the finest in the soccer world."

"Now the first half is almost over; Juventus is behind 1:3 at home. If it were commentators from other countries, they’d surely be encouraging Juventus to aim for a goal in the second half through adjustments," Crudeli slightly mockingly said.

"But against Milan, which has three Ballon d’Or caliber players like Kevin, Kaka, and Shevchenko, Juventus won’t stand a chance!"

While jogging back,

Huang Kaiwen turned his head, ignoring Inzaghi’s plaintive look.

This counterattack had been hopeless.

He wasn’t psychic enough to know Inzaghi was right behind him.

Kaka ran up to high five with Huang Kaiwen, saying with a laugh, "Kevin, that’s great, looks like your body is really without issues!"

"Ricardo, don’t overreact; you know what’s going on."

Huang Kaiwen said, unable to suppress a laugh.

"Haha, I’ve read so many reports, I thought you were really injured," Kaka said, scratching the back of his head somewhat sheepishly.

"Really injured?"

As they jogged back to midfield, Inzaghi asked.

Huang Kaiwen and Kaka simultaneously said, "It’s nothing!"

Inzaghi sneakily raised his middle finger.

Damn it.

To think they dared to form a small clique and keep secrets among the Musketeers!

Inzaghi felt.

As the elder brother of the team,

It was his duty to let the two rascals know who the real boss was!

...

Juventus kicked off again.

Vieira passed horizontally to Chiellini, who dribbled the ball past halfway only to face Gattuso’s strong challenge.

Nedved went up to receive the ball, again trying to force a cross from the baseline.

This time, his pass was anticipated by Stam, who lifted his foot and blocked the ball out of bounds.

Whistle,

Whistle—

The referee blew one short and one long whistle for halftime.

The players walked back in pairs and threes.

Delighted by the misfortune, Inzaghi pointed towards the sidelines and said, "Look, he’s waiting for you over there; don’t keep him anxious."

Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes at Inzaghi, walked over to Ancelotti, and said, "I feel great; I’m warm all over, tingling, my mind is very clear, and my body feels powerful. Right now, I could run a full marathon without any trouble."

Ancelotti gaping, words stuck in his throat.

After a couple of seconds, he laughed and said, "Well that’s great, haha, that’s very good; it seems the effect is quite positive. You guys head back first; I need to pack up some things."

As Huang Kaiwen and the others entered the player’s tunnel,

Ancelotti walked over to the coach’s bench, crouched down, and carefully wrapped up a radar switch with his training jacket.

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