After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 991 - 0328 Our victory was stolen (Please subscribe)_3

Huang Kaiwen was stunned.

Although his upper body strength wasn’t small,

without a similar [experience card] and trait, it was really difficult to throw a fast and accurate throw-in.

Huang Kaiwen raised his arm and shouted, "I’m still recovering from a strain from the last throw-in, you guys do it."

Belletti quickly ran off the field to get the ball.

Bart remained close to Huang Kaiwen, so Belletti could only throw the ball back.

"Give it to me!"

Ramos called for the ball as he returned to the half, while Mikel made a straight pass to Ramos with his right foot.

Ramos received the ball and immediately turned, dribbling forward.

After noticing Huang Kaiwen’s position, he wasn’t in a hurry to pass the ball.

It wasn’t until Ramos rushed past the arc top that the Newcastle players realized something was wrong.

Gasli charged towards Ramos, who, without extra moves, lightly tapped the ball to change direction while running, squeezing past Gasli.

Gasli stumbled from the collision, managing to regain his balance with difficulty.

"Damn bastard!"

He cursed, rubbing his shoulder.

He didn’t expect Ramos to have such a strong body.

Ramos’s simple and brute force dribbling had Newcastle panicked completely.

Bart barely left Huang Kaiwen’s side to take a couple of steps before Ramos sent out a cross pass.

Beautiful!

Huang Kaiwen almost started simultaneously, not forgetting to praise his good friend in his heart.

Now Ramos also learned to use his brain in football.

Before the pass, there was no obvious indication.

The Newcastle players were all tricked.

While running, Huang Kaiwen didn’t forget to give Ramos a signal, allowing him to continue pushing forward.

Just having Huntelaar as a single receiving point wasn’t enough to disrupt Newcastle’s defense.

Habib Baye didn’t dare to relax, running towards Huang Kaiwen and tackling directly.

Pa—

Huang Kaiwen, in the movement, lightly nudged the ball to the center with his right foot, stepping over the opponent’s leg without hesitation.

Without even jumping, just by judging the opponent’s rhythm, he easily avoided the opponent’s leg, without any reduction in speed.

Bart, who was chasing back, almost bit his tongue off.

It’s so ridiculous to dodge a close-range slide tackle this easily!

Bart tried to speed up, but he wasn’t fast enough himself and had played for quite a long time.

Even if he realized there was danger, he was unable to do anything, only able to alert his teammates.

"Don’t let him receive and pass the ball!"

Bason, positioned forward, directly extended his foot.

Aiming to block the ball.

Ramos decisively turned his body and extended his leg to send the ball to the left flank.

This kick lacked precision, as the ball went to the left when Huang Kaiwen was already in the penalty area.

In such a situation, Huang Kaiwen could only receive the ball with his back.

Coloccini was already sweating on his forehead, not daring to wipe it for fear that a moment’s negligence would lead to conceding a goal.

With his back to the goal, Huang Kaiwen turned again, bringing up his right foot set inwardly in a V-cut, causing Coloccini to lose his balance, with the ball already at Huang Kaiwen’s left foot.

The angle of this moment was enough for Huang Kaiwen to display his skill.

He quickly turned sideways, pressed his weight to the right, and swung his left foot to hit the back of the ball.

Bang—

This rushed shot wasn’t very powerful, but from such a close distance, the ball had a noticeable curve. Given’s dive made a wrong judgment on the distance, and the ball brushed past his fingertips and flew into the goal behind him.

Ramos was the first to rush towards Huang Kaiwen, slightly crouching down and lifting Huang Kaiwen’s legs to run towards the sidelines.

The Chelsea players were all stunned.

Damn!

He played it alone!

Boas was jumping up and down on the sidelines.

Almost screaming with excitement from Huang Kaiwen’s goal, but seeing Ramos carrying Huang Kaiwen awkwardly running, Boas almost wanted to rush up and kick Ramos away.

If Huang Kaiwen got injured, he and Ramos were not done.

Stamford Bridge, suppressed for over 80 minutes, finally erupted with joyful shouts.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

By the end of November, Huang Kaiwen had completely conquered Stamford Bridge.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!!!"

"When Chelsea’s total value over 200 million couldn’t handle the opponent, Kevin, valued over 200 million Euros, appeared. Kevin used his strength to tell the world a truth, that his valuation being more expensive than Chelsea’s starting lineup combined had its reasoning. In the realm of football, expensive almost certainly equates to good. Kevin is the highest-valued player, so he is the best."

"If I were the owner of a team, I would even be willing to exchange 200 million tons of gold to have Kevin join my team. There’s a lot of gold in this world, but there’s only one Kevin!"

"Often, strong teams can’t do much against relegation candidates. The latter always manage to explode with astonishing willpower."

"But whether it’s a relegation candidate or a team that has won the UEFA Champions League the most, there’s no way to handle Kevin. Not even injuries can stop Kevin. I can’t imagine how they would defend against Kevin."

"In the last century, the strongest European club was judged by the number of championships. This century, assessing the strength among giants could entirely rely on the number of goals conceded against Kevin as an important reference."

Michael Owen looked at Huang Kaiwen.

His eyes were full of complexity.

Rooney, that guy, was full of praise for Huang Kaiwen when in the National Team.

When he faced Huang Kaiwen back at Real Madrid, he didn’t think Huang Kaiwen was as strong as Rooney claimed.

But today at Newcastle, he felt the difference.

Even though Huang Kaiwen didn’t show too many dribbling tricks, his way of handling the ball in front of the penalty area was truly breathtaking.

And in several high-speed dribble changes of direction, Huang Kaiwen, taller than him, exhibited an even easier and more elegant demeanor than at his own peak. That seamless change of direction to bypass the opponent seemed so pleasant to watch.