After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 272 - 272 0156 New Money-Grabbing Couple Please Subs

272: 0156 New Money-Grabbing Couple (Please Subscribe)_2 272: 0156 New Money-Grabbing Couple (Please Subscribe)_2 Henry, receiving the ball, instantly started dribbling into the box.

With his right foot, he dodged Dida’s tackle, then shot with the instep of his foot.

The ball rolled straight into the far corner of the net.

The singing in San Siro Stadium abruptly stopped.

The fans couldn’t believe their eyes.

After the goal,

Henry spread his arms and sprinted around the field, finally sliding on his knees toward the visiting fans’ stand.

“Henry, a goal in the first 16 seconds isn’t as quick as Mackay’s 10.2 seconds UEFA Champions League quickest goal, but scoring this early is great as so fans had just entered the stadium and hadn’t even sat down.”

“Hehe, after scoring, Henry was celebrating against Huang Kaiwen, mimicking the slide Huang Kaiwen did last ga.

Today, at San Siro, Henry mimicked it himself.”

“It really seems like a statent to Huang Kaiwen, who made a sadly mistaken back pass.

It was indeed too strong, but Kaladze didn’t even try to stretch his leg out, just letting the ball go past him.”

“Huang Kaiwen indeed looked a bit awkward.

Henry is very experienced in handling these situations.”

“Right, in the 2004 European Cup, in the final minute of the England vs France ga, Gerrard passed back to Henry who, dribbling into the box, was brought down to earn a penalty.

Zidane scored it and the French team won 2:1 by defeating England.

Last ti Gerrard’s pass sent England packing, let’s see if Huang Kai can redeem himself today.”

…

“Did Huang Kaiwen buy this ga?”

“Bet on Milan losing?

If he did and it was discovered, he’d be banned from playing, right?”

“That can’t be right, could a top league player really gamble on matches?”

“Shit, it happens a lot in top leagues.

The English football scene has been exposed so many tis, Serie A is sowhat better.”

“Speaking of the English football scene, I rember Paul rson, the Arsenal legend.

I’m not sure if he gambled on football, but he definitely loved gambling.

After other leagues were done, Paul rson got hooked and started betting on unfamiliar gas like table tennis, losing 160,000 British Pounds.”

“Fuck, he must have bet on the Chinese team losing, if he had bet on them winning, even with low odds he shouldn’t have lost money, right?”

“That’s why people shouldn’t gamble.

Gambling is addictive; if you lose, you want to win back, and if you win, you want to keep winning.

In the end, it all goes back to others.

I heard Paul rson lost several million British Pounds.”

“Forget Paul rson, let’s talk about whether Huang Kaiwen bought the ga or not?”

“He probably didn’t; Huang Kaiwen may falter in small matters, but he understands right from wrong in critical issues.”

“Shit, all I want to ask is, aside from wanting to bust soone’s chops, feign injuries, and mooch off others, what other bad things has Huang Kaiwen done that you have to slander him?”

“Maybe that’s it.

Now that you ntion it, Huang Kaiwen isn’t that bad.”

Huang Kai stood, hands on hips,

helplessly lowering his head.

The ga had just started.

He wasn’t very familiar with Son Heung-min’s skills.

Plus, being harassed close by Yongberg after he poked the ball open,

his back pass was too strong and ended back in the box.

If it weren’t for the own goal assist,

Huang Kai would have almost applauded.

Damn,

that pass was too beautiful.

A curving cross back into the box, even top-notch passers couldn’t deliver such a beautiful ball every ti.

He was like an inverse De Bruyne.

Such a beautiful assist, if only it wasn’t to the opponent, could have made the newspapers.

Huang Kai, feeling mixed emotions, scratched his head.

“Kevin, don’t overthink it, the ga just started, we have plenty of ti,” Maldini ran up from the right, comforting him.

“Exactly, you didn’t an to do it,” Kaka quickly said.

“Don’t worry, we can equalize soon, maybe you’ll be the one scoring,” Kaladze confidently said.

“Alright, I’ll score one later.

Rember to coordinate well with ,”

Huang Kai said with a smile.

“That’s right, just don’t dwell on it,”

Kaladze patting Huang Kai’s shoulder, said.

Huang Kai shook his head and jogged back.

He was just upset for a bit, he would be fine soon.

Mainly, he didn’t want to ruin his teammates’ efforts, and his bonus too.

And more importantly,

the power of role models was there.

When feeling down, seeing others faring worse imdiately filled him with hope.

Gerrard made three backpass mistakes, even made Liverpool lose the crown, yet he lived just fine.

Thinking about it,

a single wrong backpass from him costing the team a goal wasn’t really a big deal.

Not to ntion there were other things like Lukaku’s goal-line saves, Karius scoring twice.

Playing many gas,

It was understandable to occasionally make mistakes.

Huang Kai jogged back to the midfield.

After the restart, he beca much more cautious.

When dribbling on the left, he ran very carefully.

Ancelotti frowned,

watching Huang Kai handling the ball.

Kai’s footwork was clearly worse than before.

Knowing Huang Kai as he did, controlling the ball should have been easy for him.

His explosiveness also dropped compared to the last round against Arsenal.

What was really going on?

Ancelotti rubbed his chin, completely puzzled.

Suddenly,

seeing the black protective mask worn by Huang Kai, Ancelotti slapped his arm.

He shouted, “I knew it, I knew it!

That mask is disrupting the flow of willpower; damn, I should have realized—masks affect Kai’s performance.

Shit, they must install a receiver on the mask so it won’t affect his performance.”

Ancelotti turned and grabbed a radar device from under the bench, then switched off the power.