After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 265 - 265 0153 I'm not Torres please subscribe4

265: 0153 I’m not Torres (please subscribe)_4 265: 0153 I’m not Torres (please subscribe)_4 “AC Milan probably doesn’t stand much of a chance today…

Pirlo launches a long pass!”

Toni stood in front of the penalty area.

With his back to Toure and Senderos, he carefully headed the ball back to the approaching Seedorf.

Seedorf laid it off to the right of the penalty area to Kaka, who didn’t even have ti to pass before being knocked by his Brazilian compatriot Gilberto Silva.

Whistle—

After showing a yellow card, the referee awarded a free kick.

“Kevin, you take it,” Pirlo said, giving up his position directly.

For a free-kick on the edge of the penalty area, there’s simply no need for a decoy.

Huang Kaiwen nodded and walked over.

[Henry] himself is known for his free kicks.

Since his teammates trust him, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t refuse.

Huang Kaiwen picked up the ball and carefully wiped it with the inside of his jersey.

Then he placed the ball at the spot of the foul, with the valve facing him.

Taking deep breaths to exchange air, he adjusted his physical state.

“Shhh!”

“Shhh!”

“Shhh!”

Jeers erupted through Highbury Stadium.

Arsenal fans were trying to distract Huang Kaiwen as he took the kick.

Huang Kaiwen simply retreated behind the ball and closed his eyes to maintain focus.

In front of their TVs, countless fans watched nervously as the close-up of Huang Kaiwen’s face filled the screen.

Whistle—

Following the whistle, Huang Kaiwen started his run-up.

Lehmann, standing to the left of the goal, was ready to dive to the right.

Bang—

Huang Kaiwen struck the back of the ball with the instep of his left foot.

The Arsenal players forming the wall leaped with all their might, only to realize sothing was off.

Toure’s eyes widened.

Because the ball wasn’t coming through the air—it was a ground ball, a ground ball!

The ball rolled rapidly beneath the wall and headed straight for the right side of the goal.

Lehmann, prepared to dive sideways, now saw the ball in his line of sight, but he totally didn’t anticipate a ground ball and was caught off guard.

Lehmann was half a beat too slow.

The ball had reached the six-yard box by the ti he dived to the ground.

Before Lehmann hit the ground, the ball had already crossed the goal line and slamd into the back of the net.

The Arsenal fans behind the goal painfully closed their eyes.

In the end, they hadn’t won.

Whistle,

Whistle,

Whistle—

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the match.

“Ah ah ah…”

Huang Kaiwen turned, took off his shirt, and ran around wildly waving it, venting his excitent at Highbury Stadium.

On the pitch, Milan players and substitutes who had rushed onto the field chased after Huang Kaiwen’s footsteps.

In the stands, Milan fans scread their throats hoarse without restraint.

In the broadcasting booth, Crudeli rattled off a lengthy comntary:

“Equalizer!”

“Equalizer!”

“Equalizer!”

“Hat trick!

Kevin has perford a hat trick once again!”

“Kevin withstood the pressure in the final monts, fooling the entire Arsenal team with a clever ground ball.”

“Arsenal got their way; they didn’t lose, but wait until the second leg at San Siro, their luck won’t be as good.”

“It’s a sha, with Maldini, Cafu, and Stam absent, Kevin was forced to participate in defense and couldn’t fully release his offensive power.

Arsenal fans might still think they are on the sa level as AC Milan and could easily defeat Juventus and Bayern Munich, so let them be happy for a few days.”

…

“Exchange jerseys?”

Henry asked, handing over his jersey.

Huang Kaiwen and Henry exchanged jerseys, but Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help grumbling.

You hand it over and then ask.

These bastards always like to act now and report later.

If I had refused to exchange jerseys, wouldn’t I have been held a grudge against?

Of course, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t refuse Henry.

Just in case in the future he, Huang, had to work in Catalonia.

Then he and Henry would be colleagues.

Consider it making a good connection in advance.

Fabregas also approached Kaka and asked, “Exchange jerseys?”

Kaka took Fabregas’s jersey and draped it over himself.

Just as he was about to hand over his own jersey, Fabregas suddenly collapsed on the spot.

Everyone was stunned.

What was that about?

Huang Kaiwen hurried over to help Fabregas up.

This wasn’t about being colleagues or not; he rembered Fabregas had a pretty daughter.

Helped up by Huang Kaiwen,

Fabregas looked at his slippery hands and cursed, “Fuck, who spit here?”

Huang Kaiwen quickly released Fabregas’s arm.

Even though there wasn’t anything on his arm, Huang Kaiwen felt disgusted inside.

Kaka, holding the jersey, was at a loss.

He couldn’t just give his jersey to Fabregas to wipe his hands, after all.

Huang Kaiwen took the jersey from Kaka’s hands, smiling and saying, “Why not just put it directly on him.”

Fabregas cooperated by spreading his arms wide, ensuring his hands didn’t touch Kaka’s jersey.

He was a pretty polite guy, after all.

[Ding, intercepted Piqué…]