After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 631 - 0251 Extremely Insulting (Please Subscribe)_3

Their twisted sense of national pride absolutely could not accept a crushing defeat.

If they continued to play like this, every Seoul FC player would end up on a petition to the Blue House.

In South Korea, not only do domestic celebrities and public figures easily get on petitions, sometimes they also petition to "off" foreigners they find displeasing. Citizens of Cosmic Country have such confidence, as if they can sanction the whole world at will.

The game restarted.

The Seoul FC players were clearly emotional.

After several consecutive turnovers, An Xiangxuan immediately went for a flying tackle.

Guti dodged An Xiangxuan’s tackle with a flick of the ball and passed it to the left flank.

Huang Kaiwen received the ball and started running, with Ki Sung-Yueng and Li Junrong each grabbing one of Huang Kaiwen’s arms. Huang Kaiwen’s body was already leaning forward, his feet still sprinting, when the next second he crashed heavily onto the pitch.

"Ah, there was something wrong with that foul by the Seoul FC players."

Zhang shook his head as he spoke.

He was still trying to remain neutral, not daring to say anything too harsh.

Especially when commenting on matches involving Asian neighbors, any slight bias could lead to complaints from foreign students and possibly even diplomatic incidents.

"No question about the yellow card, this foul definitely doesn’t merit a red."

"Whoa, the Real Madrid players are really quick to react, Gago immediately went in with his hands. I haven’t seen this guy play much before, didn’t expect him to be so fierce."

"Raul got hit again while holding back Pepe, no choice but to, really. If Pepe isn’t held back, he easily gets sent off for fouls."

"De Jong’s speed is still so fast, hey, he took advantage of the referee’s distraction to land a kick on Ki Sung-Yueng, I think I’ve seen De Jong get away with several sneak attacks without getting carded, that guy’s really sharp-minded."

"Capello is complaining to the fourth official on the sidelines, looks like he’s about to substitute Huang Kaiwen... Why is Higuain taking off his jacket? Capello hasn’t turned around to call for the sub yet, has he!"

Huang Kaiwen got up and stopped his teammates.

Cassano reminded him, "Looks like you’re getting subbed out again."

Huang Kaiwen glanced towards the sidelines and surely, Higuain was warming up.

He quickly jogged over and said to Capello, "I’m fine, coach. No need to take me off."

"But they are playing too dirty!"

Capello said angrily, "I’ve never known that you could use your hands in a football match. Today’s referee simply can’t maintain the impartiality of the game; he must have taken money, crap! The sticks always like to manipulate the game, these filthy pigs..."

Huang Kaiwen watched as Capello vented.

What the fuck!

Italian laced with Chinese swear words.

Huang Kaiwen felt that he might not even be as adept as Capello was at transitioning languages so smoothly, without any awkwardness.

After Capello finished venting,

Huang Kaiwen then persuaded him, "The new season is about to start, I need the matches to adjust my condition, I’m feeling pretty good today and shouldn’t get injured."

"Alright then, but you must be careful!"

Capello instructed.

"Don’t worry, coach!"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Higuain voluntarily went back to the bench; he didn’t want to stand foolishly on the sideline.

He didn’t mind being a substitute for Huang Kaiwen.

Being a sub for such a player was an honor in itself.

With such a huge gap in ability between the two sides, Higuain didn’t even have the slightest hint of jealousy.

Sitting on the bench, all he wanted was to admire Huang Kaiwen playing.

Today, the opponent was targeting Huang Kaiwen too much, and Higuain wanted to see how Huang Kaiwen would shake off their defense.

After the game restarted, Seoul FC organized another attack.

Li Shangxian received the ball on the left and nudged it past Guti, Cissinho sped up to take the ball and passed it back to Guti.

Li Shangxian reached out to grab Guti.

Guti quickly passed it sideways to Gago.

Gago turned and passed the ball to the left flank with his right foot.

Already in position, Huang Kaiwen shrugged off Ki Sung-Yueng’s grip with a shoulder shake and started running towards the right.

While running, Huang Kaiwen deliberately parted his legs to let the ball through.

Raul received the ball and turned towards the penalty area.

Anderson and Li Zhenglie both charged at Raul.

Raul, aware of Huang Kaiwen’s run on the right, was ready.

Even though Huang Kaiwen didn’t receive the ball, Seoul FC’s players still didn’t relax their guard.

Li Yirong and Han Yong-jin were both tracking back.

As he approached Li Zhenglie, Raul twisted his body and nudged the ball towards the right flank.

Park Longhao abandoned Cassano to charge at Huang Kaiwen, and Li Zhenglie also turned to run towards the right flank.

Huang Kaiwen easily brought the ball down with his left foot and drove towards the opponent’s penalty area.

"Pass to me!"

Cassano shouted, raising his hand.

Hearing this, Huang Kaiwen turned his head, and with a sudden flick of his right foot, he knocked the ball past Park Longhao and accelerated to catch up with it.

"Beautiful!!!"

"Huang Kaiwen has combined Ronaldo’s NO-LOOK-PASS with a dribbling feint. He’s so smart when playing the ball!"

Han Yong-jin sprinted back with all he had but still couldn’t catch up with Huang Kaiwen; not being shaken off was achievement enough.

After entering the penalty area, Huang Kaiwen raised his left arm and right foot feigning a shot, then lightly tapped the ball forward with his right foot and accelerated to strike.

Bang— Jin Bingzhi inwardly cursed, not good.

But he couldn’t adjust his center of gravity again; he’d been fooled by Huang Kaiwen’s fake shot and had just managed to steady himself. Now all he could do was symbolically stretch out his hand on the goal line, watching the ball roll right past him into the net.

Bastard!

Sneaky cheater!

That guy Huang Kaiwen didn’t dare face him head-on.

Jin Bingzhi angrily watched the ball behind the line, certain that if it weren’t for Huang Kaiwen’s feint, he would have caught it!

...

Suddenly, an idea flashed across Huang Kaiwen’s mind, even better than before.

As he ran towards the sidelines, he stuck out his tongue in celebration.

Any fan who has watched Serie A would know whose celebration move that is.