After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 296 - 0162 Kaka’s identity as the Golden Globe winner can no longer be concealed (please subscribe)_3

Chapter 296: 0162 Kaka’s identity as the Golden Globe winner can no longer be concealed (please subscribe)_3

The second half had been played for over 20 minutes.

Milan still hadn’t scored a goal.

Ancelotti was getting anxious and asked Tassotti, "Do you think Kevin is having some problems today?"

"Huh?"

After thinking for a bit, Tassotti replied, "Kevin seems to have only made 2 breakthroughs today, and after breaking through, he passed the ball immediately, which is nothing like his usual self. However, that ’flick of the bull’s tail’ just now was still very beautiful."

"Why is that?"

Ancelotti stroked his chin, pacing back and forth by the sideline.

A few minutes later, Ancelotti slapped his right hand onto his left hand and exclaimed, "I’ve got it; it must be the wishing power circulating from both hands to his entire body, affecting Kevin’s performance."

"What?"

Tassotti looked bewildered as he asked Ancelotti.

"The hands, the hands!"

Pointing at his arm, Ancelotti continued, "Last time it started from the head, and the wishing power went downwards, covering the whole body. But receiving the wishing power from both hands, once it reaches the chest, it would surely want to go upwards first, going to the head. The upper body received too much wishing power, which affected the performance of Kevin’s lower body."

"Is that so?"

Tassotti asked, still puzzled.

"Yes, that’s exactly it."

Seeing a dead ball on the pitch, Ancelotti immediately waved Huang Kaiwen to the sideline and said, "Kevin, take off one of your wristbands."

Huang Kaiwen took off one wristband and tossed it directly to Ancelotti, then jogged back onto the field.

Tassotti asked, "Will that really work?"

"It will, it absolutely will. I’ve got it now, next time we’ll put the chip in the shoelaces, or maybe collaborate with the sponsors to develop wishing power soccer shoes!" Ancelotti said excitedly.

Happy with his own idea.

Tassotti nodded, trying hard to remember Ancelotti’s words.

Back when he played, if he had known this much, he would have become a superstar long ago.

Huang Kaiwen returned to the field.

His playing style remained unchanged.

He would quickly pass the ball to Kaka in the middle.

Kaka, in front of the large penalty area, got the ball and seeing Huang Kaiwen unmarked, immediately knocked it sideways to the left flank.

Huang Kaiwen noticed no one was in front of him.

Because today he was mainly passing.

Most of Villarreal’s defensive attention was on Kaka and the two forwards.

Preventing him from passing to the middle.

If that was the case, Huang Kaiwen wanted to try something as well.

Huang Kaiwen knocked the ball towards the middle with his left foot.

He then suddenly sped up.

After charging down the left for a couple of steps to get behind the ball, he supported himself with his left foot sideways, aimed at the far corner of the goal, and lashed out with his right foot on top of the ball.

Bang—Van de Beek’s long shot was just passable by itself.

Together with the enhancement of the "King of the Left Wing."

The moment Huang Kaiwen struck the ball, he felt there was a chance.

The ball flew right over Juan Pena’s head, tracing an arc straight towards the right side of the goal; Barbosa leaped quickly for a diving save, stretching out his arm as far as he could, but his jumping height wasn’t enough. The ball still flew in where the crossbar and post meet.

"Huang Kaiwen!!!"

"He scores!!!!!!"

"Without any preamble, Huang Kaiwen unleashed a powerful shot, curling the ball with his right foot along a Huang-style arc, sending it straight into the far corner. Huang Kaiwen had previously fired similar long-range shots, and Villarreal was caught off-guard again."

"The main thing is Huang Kaiwen hadn’t been shooting much today, and Villarreal’s defenders were expecting him to pass, not realizing that the moment Huang Kaiwen found an opportunity, he would take it with a shot."

"2:2, the aggregate score is now level, but Villarreal is down a man on the field, and the scales of victory are tipping towards AC Milan. With only one substitution left, the next adjustment will be a significant test for Pellegrini."

"To attack or to defend, that is the question."

"I think Pellegrini should go for a substitution to push forward; otherwise, playing in extra time with one man down will become an increasingly evident disadvantage."

On the sideline.

Tassotti’s eyes widened as he looked excitedly at Ancelotti and, after a moment of shock, exclaimed, "Carlo, you were right! The moment Kevin took off one of his wristbands, he scored a goal!"

"Of course!!!"

Ancelotti explained somewhat smugly to his assistant, "Wearing one less wristband, the force spreads from one hand throughout the body, avoiding the phenomenon of both hands cancelling out each other’s force upward, which other players’ performance has also proved."

"Hmm hmm!"

Mauro Tassotti nodded vigorously.

He would make a note of this when he got home.

Watching the scoreboard at 0:2 with 79:23 beside it, Pellegrini called over Jose Mari.

He had thought of it too.

They couldn’t drag it into extra time.

So he prepared to bring on a striker to make a push.

Two minutes later.

Villarreal used their last substitution slot.

Reverting to two strikers, Villarreal began their frenzied attack, while AC Milan was in no hurry, steadying their formation and playing slowly.

In the 84th minute, Sorin made a long pass, and Jose Mari headed the ball in front of the penalty area to Fran, who didn’t wait for the ball to land before firing a volley that struck Maldini and bounced forward, with Pirlo swiftly clearing it with a big kick.

In the 89th minute, Villarreal’s offensive came surging back.

Senna took the ball on the right and made a diagonal pass to find Roger Garcia, the winger who had come on in the second half and was still full of energy.

After outpacing Gattuso using his speed just before the midway line, he sped down the left sideline, but when Cafu came up to press, he was a little careless and lost his balance, allowing Garcia to cut past him with his left foot.

Garcia was still patting himself on the back until suddenly, a foot stretched out beneath him and poked the ball away.

Cafu took the ball on the right and immediately passed it sideways; Huang Kaiwen, after completing the steal, spotted Kaka’s position and passed the ball straight to him just behind the arc at the top of the box."

Kaka raced forward with the ball towards Villarreal’s half.

Sorin was in hot pursuit behind Kaka.

As the two crossed midfield, they found themselves with plenty of open space ahead.

Villarreal’s offensive had left their defense stretched too thin, with few players in the back.

Alvarez kept backing off, looking for the chance to steal, but was outpaced by Kaka, who successfully broke through and carried the ball into the penalty area."

Barbosa rushed out of the small penalty area and lunged at Kaka with a sliding tackle."

With the ball at his feet, Kaka lightly touched it behind the ball."

Smack—

The ball rolled past Barbosa and into the far corner, finally hitting the inside of the net."

"The killer goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka!!!"

In the 7Gold broadcast room, Crudeli once again went on a frenzied run."

"Kaka Goal!!!"

"Kevin started the counter-attack from the backfield, Kaka with a long run, and he scores Milan’s third goal of the game, 0:3, an aggregate score of 2:3, AC Milan advances to the final once again."

"The cooperation between Kevin and Kaka at the heart of the storm showed the world that AC Milan doesn’t need the referee’s help. Gagliani is just playing the villain. Even down 0:2 from the first leg, AC Milan can still pull off a comeback."

"UEFA Champions League final, here comes AC Milan!!!"

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