After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 281 - 0158 Cisplatin War (Please Subscribe)_3

Milan City’s butterfly had ultimately stirred both England and Germany.

Huang Kaiwen, after a run-up in the small penalty area, pushed the ball from behind with the instep of his right foot.

Sannetti rushed toward Pirlo near the corner flag area, but the ball went straight for the penalty area along the goal line.

Shevchenko, Toni, and Kaka almost started simultaneously, running from the line of the small penalty area towards the goal. Such movement drew Inter Milan’s defenders back with them, while Cafu, standing by the right post, quickly dashed to the center.

Serginho on the left of the penalty area received the ball and immediately passed it back to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen, having run to the left end line, sent the ball to the middle of the penalty area with a reverse triangle pass.

Cafu received the ball and turned to take a left-footed shot.

Bang—

The ball flew straight toward the left side of the goal.

The players from both teams and the goalkeeper were positioned more towards the center.

Cesar didn’t even have time to react, and the ball had already crossed the goal line and smashed into the net.

Boom—

The Milan fans behind the goal stood up and cheered immediately.

Then,

it spread throughout the entire San Siro Stadium.

Crudeli exclaimed excitedly, "Goal!"

"Another tactical corner!"

"Cafu scored a long shot through a corner cooperation, Milan players’ exhibition in the Inter Milan penalty area was textbook-level!"

"Kevin, Kevin’s creativity has no limits."

"This coordination was just too beautiful."

"First is Pirlo waiting near the corner flag, drawing the attention of Sannetti and other Inter Milan players. They all thought Kevin would pass directly in front of the goal or to Pirlo. In reality, Pirlo was just a decoy, intended to attract their attention. Kevin passed the ball to Serginho near the end line who immediately returned it. Meanwhile, several Milan attackers ran towards the goal from the front of the small penalty area, taking the defenders with them, while Cafu, lurking by the right post, ran to the center, perfectly receiving Kevin’s return pass and easily shooting the ball into Inter Milan’s goal."

"This goal, it wasn’t about skill, it was entirely Milan’s tactical superiority. Pirlo said in an interview that all of Milan’s corner tactics were thought up by Kevin, so it was Kevin’s intelligence that helped his teammates score."

"Even without using his magical feet, Kevin can still outsmart his opponents with his brain. Football coaches should perhaps visit Kevin’s university to probe how Kevin became so outstanding!!!"

After the goal,

Cafu didn’t forget his teammates.

He simply stood in place, arms wide open, waiting for his teammates to come celebrate. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Huang Kaiwen jogged over to join the excitement.

Ancelotti watched everything happening on the field with a chuckle and coolly, with arms folded, said to Tassotti, "Mauro, turn up the power!"

Mauro Tassotti ran to the coach’s bench and squatted down.

With his right hand on the gear and his left on the clutch, he solemnly shouted, "Power amplification device, gear three, engage!"

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"Kevin, your tactics are so good,"

Pirlo said with a smile as they walked back.

"Not bad,"

replied Huang Kaiwen, smiling.

He didn’t seem too concerned;

he was mainly imitating the set-piece tactics of the Southern Gate.

Back then, England’s set-piece attacks were very layered. This type of main and feinting set-piece made it easy to confuse the opponents and thereby sneak a goal.

"Don’t be modest, you truly deserve to be a master strategist,"

"Exactly, being a college student is awesome; I should try to get into college later too,"

said Gattuso.

"You should look in the mirror; if you get into college, everyone will think you’re a security guard," Pirlo said out of the blue.

Gattuso charged up and clamped Pirlo’s head under his armpit.

Pirlo, struggling, yelled, "I’m gonna throw up, let go, it stinks!"

Gattuso didn’t say a word but subtly increased the pressure.

Back at the center circle for the kickoff,

the Inter Milan players were quite frustrated.

Earlier, Sannetti had won the coin toss, choosing the field, which was a big advantage.

The game kicked off at 2 p.m., choosing the field could minimize the impact of the sun, while those attacking later had to face the sun. These factors combined could significantly tilt the odds in favor of those who chose the field first.

But they conceded a goal at the very first corner of the game,

which somewhat demoralized the Inter Milan players.

After play resumed,

Solari gave the ball to Figo on the left immediately.

Gattuso charged up to press.

Figo was also uncomfortable with the ball.

Gattuso stuck to him like glue, impossible to shake off.

But it was necessary to send Stanković to the right to contain Huang Kaiwen,

so he had to switch to the left to face Gattuso.

Figo was physically much diminished,

but his awareness and footwork were as sharp as ever.

As Gattuso approached, Figo quickly flicked the ball to the right with his left foot, moved with it, and then immediately knocked it horizontally again; the ball returned to the left.

Taking advantage of Gattuso’s inability to press again quickly, Figo nudged the ball forward with his left foot,

then accelerated past Gattuso.

The esteemed Golden Ball winner was proving with this move that he wasn’t too old to run.

After advancing to the frontcourt,

Cafu had already rushed up.

Figo quickly passed the ball diagonally from the left and ran forward,

Solari, receiving the ball in the middle, was immediately marked by Pirlo and had to turn to shield the ball.

Realizing there was no opportunity, Solari passed it back to the approaching Zanetti.

Zanetti didn’t control the first touch, and the ball was knocked 3 meters away; he sped up, ran forward, and swung his right foot for a long shot.

Bang—

This powerful long-range shot was of high quality; the only issue was it veered slightly off mark, flying past the left post and out of bounds.

"Good grief, a direct shot from 38 meters, Zanetti!"

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