After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 360 - 0181 It’s all damn Benzema’s fault (please subscribe)_2

Chapter 360: 0181 It’s all damn Benzema’s fault (please subscribe)_2

"Get along well with him, and even failing to pass the ball just once or twice will get you complained about."

So, Huang Kaiwen didn’t get too close with Van Nistelrooy.

After a few years, Van Nistelrooy would take the initiative to apologize to Ferguson, and that was a story of a boy growing into a man.

In Ferguson’s words, it was astonishing that a guy who had been dazzled by newspapers, agents, and fans was actually proactive in apologizing.

"Van Nistelrooy!"

"Van Nistelrooy scored a goal!"

"With only his second touch of the ball after coming on, Huang Kaiwen provided an assist to Van Nistelrooy; his break down the left was electric, completely toying with Lyon’s defenders."

"So nimble with his feet, even though Huang Kaiwen didn’t use any fancy maneuvers to dribble past players, he simply used his control and quick flicks to exhibit an explosive power, along with his ’fried meatballs,’ shaking off all the defenders."

"Houllier’s expression isn’t looking too good; he’s taken a bottle of pills out of his pocket, that coach has heart problems, after all, better to be cautious."

Benzema, sitting on the bench, was rubbing his bald head.

As a young prodigy, Benzema had always harbored a slight hostility towards Huang Kaiwen.

He believed his idol Ronaldo was the best in the world, and everyone else should merely be stepping stones for Benzema.

But after watching Huang Kaiwen play less often, Benzema felt that Ronaldo might not even match up to Huang Kaiwen, let alone himself.

Then he considered that Huang Kaiwen, being born in ’83, was several years older than him and not quite from the same generation.

Switching idols didn’t cause much psychological pressure for him.

But trying to imitate Huang Kaiwen’s playstyle was a bit difficult.

He had always imitated Ronaldo before, Ronaldo had a consistent style of play, but Huang Kaiwen, that bastard, changed his style with every game, how could he learn from that?

The young Benzema was plunged into a dilemma.

Lyon kicked off again.

After receiving the ball, the captain Juninho Pernambucano looked around for a moment and then delivered a pinpoint pass to the front left field.

Malouda received the pass and immediately showed his running strength.

With Govou on the right and Malouda on the left, both relied on speed, Govou being a bit faster while Malouda had the better passing skills.

Neither of them was very capable at seizing chances on their own.

Faced by Carlos’s pressure on the left flank, Malouda quickly passed the ball sideways to Mendes, who then turned and passed it back to Juninho Pernambucano.

Juninho sent a long-ball over to the right flank.

Govou, with his speed, broke past Cissinho’s defense; Cissinho chased all the way, with Govou running ahead before ending up taking the ball out of play under Cissinho’s pressure.

"Heh, it’s like Cafu the Second against Henry the Second; the weaknesses of these two compared to the original ones are still pretty obvious."

"Yeah, Cissinho has a strong ability to assist, but his defending isn’t even close to Cafu’s. Govou is really fast and not bad with his skills, but this player is too impulsive. Whether it’s shooting or dribbling, he often fails when under pressure, nowhere near as composed as Henry."

"That’s why becoming a football star is not so easy; Cissinho often goes forward and can’t get back in time."

"Capello has been changing the defensive lineup for several games in a row. Although this allows for the quickest evaluation of the optimal defense team, constantly changing partners makes it hard for the players to develop understanding with each other."

"Ramos’s job is to cover for Cissinho, which has cost him cards; if this continues, Ramos is close to being sent off."

Casillas kicked off from the backfield.

Ramos dribbled the ball forward, his technique wasn’t bad either.

It wasn’t until Fred moved up to press that Ramos tapped it sideways to Mahamadou Diarra.

Diarra looked up at once, checking Huang Kaiwen’s position; seeing too many defenders surrounding him, he sent a through ball straight to Emerson.

Emerson also looked up.

As a former Juventus player, he knew Huang Kaiwen’s strength better than his Real Madrid teammates.

After being thrashed repeatedly,

Emerson had come to deeply understand what it meant to pass the ball to Huang Kaiwen and then just wait for victory.

Part of the reason he joined Real Madrid was to be on the same team as Huang Kaiwen.

With too many defenders around Huang Kaiwen, Emerson charged forward with the ball; when Juninho moved to press, he then tapped it sideways to Beckham.

Without raising his head, Beckham swung his right foot, launching the ball behind Mendes.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly accelerated to intercept the pass, leaving Mendes one step behind.

Toulalan was trying to buy time for his teammates.

Huang Kaiwen had already started his cycling move.

Fast!

The frequency of Huang Kaiwen’s footwork was extremely fast.

Benzema on the bench had his eyes wide open.

As Huang Kaiwen shifted his weight, his feet brushed over the ball while his shoulders led his body forward, making Toulalan hesitate to tackle recklessly.

The pendulum dribble!

Benzema had practiced this move countless times in private, but never used it on the pitch as effortlessly as Huang Kaiwen.

After Huang Kaiwen’s left foot brushed over the ball for the second time, his right foot suddenly tapped the ball to start off, charging into the middle before swinging his left foot to strike the ball.

Bang——

The ball hit Cristiano Chris and bounced high into the air.

Revelliere quickly headed the ball forward, and Toulalan turned to pass but was intercepted by Emerson.

Without even looking, Emerson subconsciously curled the ball with his right foot towards the left flank.

Huang Kaiwen, while running, noticed the ball was sent behind him. He slightly decelerated, lifted his heel, and nudged the ball from behind him forward.

After the ball touched the ground and bounced high, Toulalan was still on his tail. Huang Kaiwen looked down and nudged the ball again from behind.

Mendes rushed up from the left, leaving Huang Kaiwen with even less time to handle the ball with ease.

At that moment, he tapped the ball with his right foot on the right side of the ball. After the bounce, it jumped up again, and Huang Kaiwen half-turned and flicked the ball with his right foot, sending it over Mendes’s head.

Huang Kaiwen rushed forward to get the ball before Mendes, tapped it with his heel, and passed it ahead to the advancing Carlos.

"Beautiful!!!"

"Huang Kaiwen performed magic steps on the left flank, attracting four defenders to himself, giving Carlos an easy chance to cross the ball from an undefended position. The ball deflected off Chris and went out of play—Real Madrid’s corner."

Beckham looked towards Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and said, "Go ahead."

Beckham nodded and walked towards the corner flag.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t want it to be this way either.

Now it seemed as if he were the supervisor Mu, without his approval his teammates didn’t dare to take set pieces.

Ah, the world misunderstands Mr. Huang too much.

Go ask any Milan player, who doesn’t know Mr. Huang is the easiest to talk to?

"Fuck, even I, Be, have to look at Huang Kaiwen’s expressions to dare take a corner kick?"

"What’s with Beckham’s pride? In terms of playing football, Huang Kaiwen is the world’s number one, no question."

"Although Huang Kaiwen hasn’t scored today, the bastard started showing off his skills again as soon as he got the ball. Lyon’s players are so disappointing, staggering around after being toyed with by Huang Kaiwen."

"Bro, stop making snide remarks. Let your whole family run on the field for half an hour, and if you can touch the ball at Huang Kaiwen’s feet, I’ll consider it a loss."

"Damn, Huang Kaiwen is too agile with the ball at his feet."

"I’ve decided, from now on, I’ll never refer to Huang Kaiwen with disrespect. After Ronaldo was injured, I thought I’d never see the pendulum dribble again, but who would have thought I’d see Huang Kaiwen pull it off."

"Huang Kaiwen is a glass man to begin with; the pendulum dribble is particularly hard on the knees, so it would be better for him to use it sparingly."

After surveying the field, Beckham began his run-up, swinging his right foot underneath the ball.

The ball flew straight from the corner flag into the middle of the penalty area.

Chris, who was at the left post, quickly charged to the edge of the small box and headed the ball out of the area with a flick of his head.

The players from both teams turned and rushed towards the box to get the ball.

Suddenly, a short guy in a Real Madrid jersey dashed behind the bouncing ball and swung his sturdy left leg forcefully at it.

Bang——

A loud noise pierced the sky.

The ball turned into a streak of light and instantly flew into the penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen instinctively turned, avoiding the deadly long-range strike; even so, the forceful breeze generated by the ball caused his calf to sting.

Lyon’s goalkeeper Coupet had already dived for the save at the moment Carlos took the long-range shot.

But the power behind Carlos’s shot was immense; between the shot and the ball hitting the net, not even a second had passed. Coupet was still in mid-air and hadn’t landed when the ball was already rattling the net with a rustling friction sound.

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