After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 282 - 0158 Cisplatin War (Please Subscribe)_4

"Some fans must be curious why Zanetti looks different from before; in fact, Inter Milan has both a Sannetti and a Zanetti. Javier Zanetti is Argentinian and plays right-back today, while this Zanetti is playing as left defensive midfielder, his full name being Cristian Zanetti, an Italian international."

"Yes, these two are not related at all, they don’t look alike, it’s just their names sound slightly similar when translated, and can easily be confused if one doesn’t roll their Rs properly."

The game on the field restarted.

Mancini almost had a heart attack as he watched Huang Kaiwen sprinting through the midfield with the ball, running into the middle and dribbling all the way before delivering a piercing through ball.

Although he kept his hands in his trouser pockets.

If one could see through the fabric, they would realize that the Inter coach wasn’t as composed as he seemed, his hands were trembling as he clenched his fists.

That damn Ancelotti.

He was playing mind games with him again.

Although Mancini was prepared, in his heart he also held onto the hope that Kevin might not be able to play.

The shift from a 4-4-2 to a 4-5-1 formation was specifically to counter Huang Kaiwen.

And as it turned out, it was really needed.

Damn it.

Football is so damn cold-hearted, not even willing to offer a miracle to Inter’s Argentinian barbecue crew.

The players were even talking about organizing a barbecue if they won.

Now, forget it!

Even managing not to lose would be a good result.

As the match went on.

Huang Kaiwen grew more adept at Aimar’s technique.

His footwork was magical.

He dribbled in tight spaces with various moves.

Occasionally throwing in a move like the masterful ’cow tail’ or other technical tricks.

In front of football fans all over the world, he showcased what it meant to be a genius.

In the 34th minute, an Inter corner kick was sent into the box and headed clear by Maldini. Serginho, seeing Huang Kaiwen in the backfield, passed the ball directly to him.

Huang Kaiwen’s legs fluttered rapidly, with a high step frequency, tapping the ball forward after touching it, and nimbly jumping over Cambiasso’s sliding tackle.

His foot speed reached a certain extent.

How fast?

Fast enough to dribble past opponents with the frequency of his touches.

After getting past midfield, Huang Kaiwen’s feet kept churning, dashing forward and nudging the ball towards the middle with his left foot, then accelerating again towards the ball.

Zanetti, who had been watching Huang Kaiwen’s feet, didn’t even find a chance to intercept.

Kaka moved out wide to the left flank on his own initiative.

Shevchenko on the right flank kept pushing forward.

Sannetti, facing Huang Kaiwen, kept moving, preparing to find a chance to tackle.

He fell into the same problem as Zanetti.

Because of Huang Kaiwen’s fast footwork, any random interception could easily lead to a foul.

Seeing that he was getting closer to the penalty area.

Sannetti knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

Right when Huang Kaiwen made a direct pass that sent the ball rightward, Sannetti also took him down to the ground.

Shevchenko received the ball on the right side of the big penalty area, took a touch with his left foot to turn and shoot in one smooth motion, not giving the defender any time to react.

The ball, like a cannonball, rushed towards the near post.

Cesar chose to dive but didn’t hit the ground, realizing it was going to be a low rolling shot and things looked bad.

As Inter’s goalkeeper, there wasn’t much Cesar could do in mid-air but watch the ball roll towards the near post, the cruelest moment for a keeper.

Duang!

The ball hit the outside of the upright and went out for a goal kick.

Cesar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That was too close.

The first thing Cesar did as he got up was not to ask a ball boy for the ball but to yell at his teammates in front, "Can you pay attention and not let him break through whenever he wants?!"

Sannetti rolled his eyes silently.

Fuck!

He couldn’t help wanting to complain.

Today, Huang Kaiwen resembled the Maradona he used to watch on TV as a child.

Maradona was indeed a god in Argentina.

Who the hell can defend against a god?

Wearing the captain’s armband, Javier Zanetti still tried to boost the spirits, clapping his hands and shouting, "Pay attention to defense, don’t give him any one-on-one opportunities, just focus on the right side while also covering the center."

Gattuso and Cafu exchanged glances in the front field.

That statement was somewhat disrespectful.

When Inter Milan attacked again, Gattuso and Cafu, as if they had taken something, pressed into the midfield and began to press fiercely. Figo, having the ball, could only pass back, clueless about what was going on with Milan’s right flank.

Cristian Zanetti received the ball and timed it well, sending a long pass forward.

Solari chested the ball in the frontcourt, turned around, and once again played it to the left flank.

Cafu was positioned forward when Figo rushed to take the ball, entering the penalty area directly from the left wing. At the moment he passed the ball, Nesta stretched his leg and deflected the ball out of bounds.

"The second corner kick of the first half, there haven’t been many corners today, it’s already stoppage time, and only the second corner kick has been taken."

"Yes, mainly because both teams’ attacks are quite direct. Both Brazilian goalkeepers are doing well, no mistakes on the goal line, they make the saves without giving the other side a chance, and the teammates clear the ball, so there are almost no corners."

"Solari goes to the left corner flag area, let’s see this corner kick."

"After his run-up, Solari sends the ball to the center, Dida... beautiful! Dida rushes out and deflects the ball out of the box, ah, the referee’s blown his whistle."

"Penalty? The referee is pointing to the penalty spot. Burdizzo is down in the box, and Serginho did indeed reach out his hand while defending, but it was just to block Burdizzo, who just made a dive forward, that’s not a penalty, is it?"

"That’s not a penalty, it should be a mistaken call, a dive."

"AC Milan’s players are emotionally arguing their case, but the referee is telling them to move away quickly."

"This penalty really affects the players’ mentality, they’d better not dwell on it too much, otherwise, it will affect the rest of the match. Adriano is standing at the 12-yard spot, let’s still watch this penalty."

Adriano ran up and fiercely kicked with his left foot, striking the ball on the left side.

Bang—

Dida dived immediately, and though he chose the right direction, he still couldn’t stop the ball as it flew into the bottom right corner of the goal, the ball was too fast!

1:1.

Inter Milan leveled the score.

After the goal, Adriano ran to the sidelines and celebrated with the Inter Milan substitutes, hugging together.

A thunderous chorus of boos echoed around San Siro Stadium.

Huang Kaiwen wrapped his arms around Serginho and said, "Whether it’s a penalty or not, we can still win this back."

"Not a penalty, it was a dive!"

Serginho argued.

"I know it was a dive, but it’s like this now, just adjust your attitude."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"Right." Maldini stretched his hand to wrap around Serginho, consoling, "Being angry now won’t change the situation, just calm down, we definitely have a chance to score again."

People were swearing all over the Tieba.

"Damn, did the referee take a bribe?"

"Shit, I’m so angry, that was clearly not a penalty, do they just not want AC Milan to win?"

"Then I think Juventus gave the money, AC Milan is leading in the points table. If they can screw AC Milan’s victory, Juventus still has a chance to win the championship."

"Who the hell knows, this is just so infuriating."

"Don’t worry, with my experience of watching for nearly two seasons, Huang Kaiwen is about to explode."

"Indeed, Huang Kaiwen always explodes at crucial moments."

"Let’s give up calling him ’that asshole’ today, okay? AC Milan has been awarded a nonsensical penalty, and you still refuse to call him Huang Kaiwen?"

"Call him nothing, I’m not worried at all. Huang Kaiwen dribbling is like being possessed by Maradona, I’m just afraid that Inter Milan won’t be able to keep up and purposely injure someone."

"Don’t worry, brother. When AC Milan can’t ensure victory, Huang Kaiwen doesn’t get hurt."

As if to prove the words of the old Tieba brother.

In the third minute of stoppage time, Huang Kaiwen, dribbling the ball, was fiercely knocked to the ground by Javier Zanetti, but the next second Huang Kaiwen got up from the turf on his own.

Huang Kaiwen stopped his teammates who were rushing over and persuaded, "I’m fine, don’t get too agitated."

"Watch yourselves!" Kaka pointed at the Inter Milan players.

Javier Zanetti went over, patted Kaka on the shoulder, and said a few words of persuasion.

After the game restarted, the referee blew the whistle for halftime.

The game went into the break tied.

The fans at San Siro Stadium were singing songs to cheer on the players and boost their morale.

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