After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 248 - 248 0148 Experience the World's Diversity Subs

248: 0148 Experience the World’s Diversity (Subscription Requested) 248: 0148 Experience the World’s Diversity (Subscription Requested) After the goal,

Huang Kaiwen spread his arms wide and hugged the rushing Sheva and Toni.

Unable to squeeze past his teammates, Kaka looked helpless.

In an excellent team,

competition is everywhere.

The young man who left Sao Paulo to work,

finally understood the hardships of working in a big city.

Too intense!

He couldn’t even find a place to celebrate.

Luckily, Kaka’s salary was good enough;

he could afford a house in Milan.

He wouldn’t need to return to his hotown empty-handed after many years of work, unable to afford a house.

Players from both teams returned to the center circle to restart the ga.

The morale of the Juventus players visibly plumted.

A score of 1:4 was humiliating.

Though these two seasons had been sowhat more humiliating,

it was still hard for the players to get used to.

In the stands, there were so scattered empty seats—the fans couldn’t bear to watch their team get beaten any more.

Ibrahimovic sighed.

He watched Huang Kaiwen with a complex expression.

The king of pride had his pride, but he had sense in his head.

From his childhood to his Ajax days to now playing football and what he saw on TV,

Ibrahimovic had never seen anyone who could match up to Huang Kaiwen.

Capello told him to shoot more and learn from Van Basten to improve himself, Ibrahimovic did just that, and he scored more goals than before.

Ibrahimovic wanted to point to Huang Kaiwen and ask Capello again,

“I want to be like him, whose videos should I watch?”

…

After the restart, Ibrahimovic passed the ball back and ran forward.

Vieira carried the ball forward on his own, checked his options, and passed it straight to Ibrahimovic again.

As Ibrahimovic received the ball in front of the midfield, he imdiately faced Gattuso’s pressing.

Gattuso’s ability to tangle was top-notch.

Ibrahimovic’s continuous dribbling made Gattuso struggle, but Gattuso stubbornly did not let him break through.

Unable to find an opportunity, Ibrahimovic pulled a fancy trick, knocked the ball sideways to the right flank.

Mutu received the ball and dashed forward again.

Already at the front, Ibrahimovic called for the ball, but Mutu simply pretended not to see.

Mutu dribbled past Pirlo and before he could carry it further, Serginho slid in and cleanly took the ball.

As Serginho stood up, he took the ball towards the middle of the pitch.

After briefly observing, he curled a long pass.

His long pass couldn’t compare with Pirlo’s.

It was slightly overhit.

Kaka and Vieira almost simultaneously rushed towards the ball.

Kaka was a bit faster.

Vieira made a determined move, and with a sliding tackle, he got to the ball first and cleared it to the right flank.

Huang Kaiwen chased back to retrieve the ball, but before he could turn around, Erson was already at his back, pressing hard against him.

It was the sa as their previous confrontation.

Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball, turned quickly, noticed Chiellini rushing up too, and imdiately dribbled towards the middle for a couple of steps before switching the ball to the left.

He didn’t want to always face two opponents,

especially when there was space around his teammates.

Serginho jumped and headed the ball to Gattuso.

Gattuso charged forward with the ball.

He always looked for an opportunity to pass to Kaka,

but seeing Vieira sticking close to Kaka and nobody marking him, Gattuso’s temper flared up, and he carried the ball forward himself.

Approaching the edge of the penalty area,

seeing Thuram marking Toni, Gattuso had no choice but to switch flanks again.

Serginho, who received the ball on the side, backheeled it and accelerated past Zebina into the box.

Thuram was ahead and kicked the ball down, quickly clearing it to the sidelines.

“Both coaches are ready to make substitutions.”

“Stam just ran awkwardly, he must be injured; he signaled to the sideline asking to be substituted.”

“Wow, Juventus have three players warming up; are they going all out?”

“They probably can’t; even though three are warming up, using up all their substitutions at once would be risky in case of any unexpected issues.”

Capello had Braschi sit back down on the subs bench.

Casually standing with Pirlo and Camoranesi by the sideline, he instructed, “When you go on, you specialize in marking Kevin; let Pirlo attack on the left flank.

When I say specialize in marking, that ans you follow him wherever he goes, understand?”

“Yes, Coach.”

Camoranesi nodded in agreent.

He sighed internally.

There had been several occasions when he had not been able to mark Huang Kaiwen.

If possible, he really did not want to go on the field and match up with Huang Kaiwen.

But who would’ve thought Mutu would be useless?

Good technique was of no use; today, Mutu ssed up several tis by not passing the ball, getting intercepted during his solo attempts, showing a lack of enthusiasm in tracking back, and having no defensive abilities—no wonder the coach was making a substitution.

He stood by the side with Pirlo, awaiting a dead ball opportunity to enter the field.

Camoranesi ward up his body a bit and silently cheered himself on.

On the field,

Gattuso threw the ball in from the sideline.

Serginho carried the ball on the left flank and, finding no opportunity, turned and passed back.

Gattuso, on the right side, took the ball and imdiately lofted it by kicking underneath.

The quality of this cross was average; the ball was rather low.

Thuram rushed up, didn’t jump, and headed the ball forward.

Vieira received the ball, faked a move, pivoted, and surged forward with it.

Seeing an opportunity, he imdiately made a pass.

Gattuso and Pirlo did not communicate well.

Both hesitated briefly, and Mutu in the middle opportunistically received the ball.

Standing in front of the box, Ibrahimovic called for the ball again.

Without any intention to pass, Mutu forced Ibrahimovic to pull out wide to make way in the middle.

Feeling sowhat discontent with Mutu,

Kaladze went up to defend, Mutu feinted with a shoulder drop and, seeing Kaladze won’t commit, had no choice but to pass it to Ibrahimovic on the flank.

The mont Ibrahimovic got the ball, he sped up and made a cross with his big number 46 foot.

Mutu ran into the box and jumped, but couldn’t reach the ball.

The ball flew to the right side and Stam kicked it out to the sidelines.

There was chaos in the box.

“Mutu jumped too early; he’s also leaning back against Nesta, using Nesta for leverage and knocking him down.”