After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 260 - 0152 Who Says Milan Has No Great Emperor (Subscription Request)_2

Chapter 260: 0152 Who Says Milan Has No Great Emperor (Subscription Request)_2

Huang Kaiwen watched during halftime.

He glanced at the Arsenal players walking back.

Especially Fabregas.

Young as he was, he had already started entering the top tier and later even produced double nineteen data.

Huang Kaiwen somewhat understood Piqué’s approach now.

A peak Fabregas was indeed one of the strongest midfielders in the world.

Even a team like the Dream Team would want a peak Fabregas.

As for not adapting, no one could have predicted that before the transfer.

Incompatibility with Xavi and changes in Barca’s management led to the tragedy.

If Fabregas had stayed at Arsenal, he would definitely have achieved more than by transferring.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head.

Like him – Huang would not think of transferring.

Transferring meant risks.

Every transfer was a gamble.

...

Pirlo received the ball and immediately passed it to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen received the ball with the inner side of his right foot and pushed forward, lunging forward along with Gilberto Silva, both chasing towards the ball.

Even an uninjured Gilberto Silva couldn’t match [Henry] for explosive power.

The two turned almost simultaneously, but the moment they sprinted,

Huang Kaiwen had already gained half a body length on Gilberto Silva.

After a few more strides over the midfield, Gilberto Silva was more than a meter behind.

Fabregas charged at Huang Kaiwen, sliding in with a tackle.

Huang Kaiwen narrowly avoided the slide but was still grazed by Fabregas’ bootlace.

Staggering a couple of steps to regain balance, Huang Kaiwen passed the ball towards the center with the inner side of his foot and quickly made a forward run.

Kaka received the ball and suddenly accelerated.

Silva turned around with a sweeping tackle.

Kaka controlled the ball and twisted his body to pass it to the left wing.

Huang Kaiwen accelerated and ran to receive the pass, facing up to Lauren at the left side of the large penalty area.

Both were shuffling their feet.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly burst forward; even the prepared Lauren couldn’t keep up.

Carrying the ball on the left wing and sprinting past Lauren, Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball into the penalty area with the heel of his left foot.

Toni and Toure clearly hadn’t expected Huang Kaiwen to pass so suddenly.

The two tangled and ran towards the penalty area; the ball hit Toure’s foot and deflected towards the baseline.

Lehmann rushed forward, stopping the ball with the arch of his foot before picking it up.

"Lehmann, that’s a top-class keeper for you," Zhang remarked with a chuckle.

"A back pass with the foot can’t be picked up with the hands, it needs a foot touch. Toure’s was an unintentional back pass, so it can be directly handled, but Lehmann still chose to stop it with his foot first. Paying attention to details usually so that you don’t mess up when it counts."

"Zhang is right, this sudden heel pass by Huang Kaiwen caught everyone off guard, Toni probably thought Huang Kaiwen would move further into the penalty area before positioning, not expecting a direct pass by Huang Kaiwen,"

"Fans must have noticed; Huang Kaiwen today is imitating Henry’s playing style. That heel pass was a move Henry likes to use when defended,"

"Henry is 1.88 meters tall; Huang Kaiwen is 1.87 meters tall, both have long legs. Just by looking at their lower bodies, you really can’t tell which one is Henry."

"Heh, Huang Kaiwen said in the post-match press conference he will stick to his art to please the fans; I wonder what Arsenal fans think; anyway, I find it quite amusing. Isn’t this like the real vs. fake Monkey King?"

Arsenal fans? They would find it extremely frustrating.

Arsenal legend and former captain Tony Adams sat in the stands, gritting his teeth as he watched the match.

He played football for so many years.

He had never encountered such a situation.

When you’re playing a serious UEFA Champions League knockout match,

and there’s an opponent who starts playing around on the field,

imitating your teammate’s style of play,

as if playing a casual friendly match.

The whole vibe conflicts starkly with the life-and-death struggle of a UEFA Champions League knockout match.

It’s just too much.

It’s like what you’re fighting for, they don’t take seriously at all.

The most crucial thing is, while playing around, they are still one of the best players on the field.

What does that tell you?

It tells you they possess top skills even when they aren’t serious; if they get serious, nobody can stop them.

Adams felt it was a good thing he was born earlier.

Otherwise, facing such an opponent, his performance wouldn’t be much better than Lauren’s and Toure’s.

No defensive player wants to face an opponent whose playing style is unpredictable.

As misunderstandings grow due to information asymmetry,

the versatile Huang Kaiwen, at any given moment, can only be good in one style,

yet everyone thinks he can switch playing styles at will.

These two conditions naturally don’t compare.

Arsenal reorganized their attack and advanced to the front field; Hleb controlled the ball and headed left to find Henry.

Pirlo immediately went up to press.

Costacurta supported Pirlo; the two cornered Hleb near the sideline.

Hleb dribbled the ball twice, then turned while keeping it on the sideline, moving his right foot rapidly over the ball twice.

Immediately after, he made a backward diagonal pass towards the front of the penalty area.

In front of the penalty area, Henry, with his back to the goal, tapped the ball back to Reyes.

Reyes quickly passed it to the advancing Fabregas.

Fabregas paused to fake out Gattuso and moved him a step away,

then quickly squeezed past Gattuso, the two running together.

After running for two steps with the ball, Fabregas got his arm in position and fiercely drove his right foot beneath the ball.

Bang—

In front of the penalty box, neither Nesta nor Henry could touch the ball.

The ball flew to the small penalty box line, bounced off the ground; Dida misjudged and dove too early, and the rebounded ball flew into the net from under Dida’s arm.

"Cesc!"

"Cesc!"

"Cesc!"

"The genius brought back from Spain by the coach, oh, Cesc, who will eventually become captain, our Cesc Fabregas..."

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