After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 932 - 0316 Sheva: Pay the copyright fee (Please subscribe)_6

Gerrard received the ball and made continuous moves, charging into the penalty area past Ashley Cole, and quickly made a horizontal pass. Robbie Keane reached out to shoot, but kicked the ball to the left post from close range.

Terry took the ball and turned, passing it to Ramos.

Huang Kaiwen was shaking his head as he charged forward.

That son of a gun Kuyt!

Actually used chit-chat to distract the Yellow Ball King, secretly creeping up to join the attack.

Before, it was always Mr. Huang who used this trick against others.

Can’t believe Kuyt learned it.

Truly worthy of being a Dutch player.

The Yellow Ball King has always liked Dutch players.

Dutch players have great skills and good character, they really show up when it matters.

As for infighting, that’s definitely slander, with so many Dutch people at Real Madrid before.

Never saw any infighting.

Snap—

Ramos turned and made a cross, the ball from the right side accurately found Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen saw Kuyt in front, immediately lifted his right foot and tapped the ball behind Kuyt using his calf.

With a burst of speed himself, he stomped fiercely with his right foot on the grass, darting out like the wind.

Though the Yellow Ball King has a good impression of Dutch players.

Trying to play tricks in front of the Yellow Ball King means facing the consequences.

This time, it’s a lesson.

To show Kuyt why people stick to defending against the Yellow Ball King.

Kuyt started too.

Already lagging over a meter behind.

He just took a step, Huang Kaiwen was already leading by almost three meters.

The gap in reaction speed and explosiveness is sometimes more fatal than absolute speed.

Playing soccer isn’t running a hundred meters, most of the time sprints aren’t long.

As Huang Kaiwen dribbled past the midfield line, both teams’ players were moving as a whole.

The blue jerseys surged towards Liverpool’s half like a massive torrent.

The red shirts and shorts pressed continuously towards the left side, forming a new encirclement.

The Chelsea fans on-site watched, hearts boiling with excitement.

One person dribbling seemed like a thousand soldiers and horses, frequently drawing Liverpool’s defensive attention.

This feeling is really indescribable.

Only with a superstar on the home team can one feel this thrill.

De Jong and Gerrard charged towards the left side this time.

Abeloa also opted to rush directly, Liverpool’s entire defense line was greeting the dribbling Huang Kaiwen at high positions.

Crack—

Huang Kaiwen tapped the ball to the left with his right foot, suddenly took a step forward with his left foot, and turned to dodge the ball.

A Cruyff Turn!

Successfully tricked Gerrard and De Jong, who thought he was using the fried meatball move.

With a horizontal dribbling, Mascherano rapidly charged towards Huang Kaiwen.

While running, Huang Kaiwen did a Marseille turn and tapped the ball with his heel, the ball obediently rolled behind Abeloa.

The advancing Ashley Cole received the ball and quickly went to the bottom line.

Joe Cole saw Huang Kaiwen’s gesture, actively came to exchange positions, Drogba quickly moved forward, forcing Liverpool’s defense line to retreat.

Even if Liverpool players are cautious against Huang Kaiwen, they can’t ignore others.

With Abeloa away, Carragher could only go to the left side to help defend.

Ashley Cole suddenly stopped, and made a left-footed cross.

Slam—

Agger jumped at the first moment, but couldn’t reach the ball.

The ball was given both high and fast; Huang Kaiwen saw the drop point and directly charged towards the sideline and jumped.

Didn’t even have time to turn around, directly using his back to stop the ball into the penalty area.

Aurelio wanted to charge, didn’t expect Huang Kaiwen to turn so quickly.

He hadn’t even moved out two steps, Huang Kaiwen had turned again and grabbed the ball.

Aurelio could only lower his center of gravity, cautiously retreating slowly.

Back inside the penalty area, there was no more retreat space.

Watching Huang Kaiwen dribbling towards the penalty area, Aurelio chose to stretch his foot.

Huang Kaiwen just made a slight change in direction and easily left him behind.

Already inside the penalty area again, Mascherano wanted to help defend but it was too late, as with a slight angle, Huang Kaiwen had already swung his left foot. Mascherano instinctively turned to block, but his height wasn’t enough, the ball flew climbing up beside his head, Reina rapidly dived sideways but could only watch as the ball brushed past the left side of the crossbar, hit the left post, and bounced into the net.

Utter silence!

The Chelsea fans who had stood up waiting for the goal widened their eyes, standing on the stand behind the goal.

What had they just seen?

Just outside the big penalty area, such a direct shot.

And it was even a lob shot!

Mourinho on the stands was excitedly pumping his fist repeatedly, quickly tucked his right hand back into his pants pocket, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Capello could act very composed; José Mourinho could not be worse than anyone.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!!!"

"Kevin scored again on the right side of the penalty area, and although this goal doesn’t have the distance of his previous goal outside the penalty area, the difficulty of this lob shot increased by a level."

"Liverpool players, Liverpool fans, and Chelsea fans, today at Stamford Bridge Stadium, finally witnessed firsthand the work of a green pitch artist, the proud British are yet to recover from their shock."

"But if you ask any Italian kid, they’ll surely tell you, this is just one of many spectacular goals Kevin has scored in his career!"

"Of course, I do not attempt to rank Kevin’s goals, because you’ll never know just how amazing Kevin’s goals will be in the next game. And the most important thing is, in this world, mere mortals just need to worship God and should not point fingers at God’s creations."

"Except for Kevin himself, no one ranks his goals!"

Huang Kaiwen charged towards the corner flag area and somersaulted.

Stamford Bridge Stadium finally came alive.

Like the eruption of Mount Aso, capable of completely flooding Kumamoto.

Chelsea fans stretched their arms vehemently, shouting Huang Kaiwen’s name.

Attempting to embrace the new king of the team.

The cries of West London echoed far once again.

Fans of other teams somewhat had heard such a noisy sound.

After hugging Boas and the coaching staff members.

Looked at the scoreboard.

The time remaining under 3:1 was running low.

He quickly found Huang Kaiwen’s water bottle from the rack, grabbed it, and said over his shoulder: "Give me a towel."

The equipment manager quickly handed over the towel, Boas directly stood by the sidelines.

After Liverpool restarted the ball and made several passes, referee Webb blew the halftime whistle.

Boas quickly approached Huang Kaiwen and asked: "How are you, tired or not, any physical issues, do you need to be replaced?"

"No worries, coach."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Hearing the coach’s title, Boas smiled along.

After wiping his sweat, Huang Kaiwen proactively took the towel, escorting Huang Kaiwen back to the locker room.

Just entered the locker room.

Huang Kaiwen’s eyelids began to twitch.

Ashley Cole held a bottle of champagne, crazily spraying it at him and Boas.