After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 389 - 389 0190 Master Huang with Iron Rod Subscribe

389: 0190 Master Huang with Iron Rod (Subscribe Please)_3 389: 0190 Master Huang with Iron Rod (Subscribe Please)_3 Zambrotta and Thuram exchanged glances and charged at Huang Kaiwen together.

If possible, they really didn’t want to see Huang Kaiwen in Spain.

Compared to their Barcelona teammates, they had a greater dread of Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen knocked the ball forward to change direction, with quick touches at his feet.

Xavi, who was closest, didn’t dare to extend his foot, as Huang Kaiwen kept the ball too close to his body.

Thuram reached for the ball in front of Huang Kaiwen, but Huang suddenly pulled the ball back with his right foot, slipping past Thuram’s left side.

Zambrotta, who had rushed up with Thuram, didn’t have ti to react before Huang Kaiwen started moving horizontally along the edge of the penalty area.

After a few steps, Huang twisted his body and fired a right-footed shot.

Bang—

The ball went directly into the stands.

“Huang Kaiwen attempts a shot the first ti he gets the ball at the start of the ga.”

“Yes, you can tell he’s really eager to attack today.”

Guti asked Huang Kaiwen, “Why didn’t you just go straight into the box?

You had already beaten two defenders.”

“I didn’t think much just now,”

said Huang Kaiwen with a smile.

[Robben] often takes the ball along the edge of the box before turning to shoot; it’s a combo move, and Huang Kaiwen wanted to try it too.

“Don’t rush, we’ll support you when the opportunity cos,”

Raul said as he walked back.

“Yeah, I know,” Huang Kaiwen nodded in agreent.

Puyol stared at Huang Kaiwen’s retreating figure, unable to speak for a long while.

From his understanding of Huang Kaiwen, the kid obviously liked to cut inside from the flank of the penalty area, but why had he started to move along the edge of the box today?

It was precisely because he had thought Huang Kaiwen would wait for his challenge to dribble past him that Puyol hadn’t imdiately closed down Huang Kaiwen’s shooting angle.

He didn’t expect Huang Kaiwen to shoot directly.

When Puyol had previously phoned Casillas, Casillas couldn’t clarify the kid’s playing style.

The Barcelona captain sighed and called out, “Let’s be alert, today’s match is no easy ga.”

Rijkaard, sitting on the coach’s bench, turned his head and asked, “Carlin Wizard, the vulture’s blood is ready, and we’ve released two mating female toads already, so why is he still hopping around lively?”

“Young man, it is only those who have patience who can achieve their goals; Franklin said that,” Carlin Wizard said, revealing his rotten teeth.

Rijkaard held back the urge to hit soone.

After all, it was his own fault; he had invited this charlatan.

Rijkaard swore that next ti he definitely wouldn’t look in Surina for a wizard.

…

On the pitch, Barcelona was attacking, and the ball reached the left wing.

Ronaldinho hadn’t started running when Ramos had already charged up.

Seeing this, Erson quickly fell back to cover for Ramos.

Ramos charged too quickly, overcommitting with his tackle.

Ronaldinho perford a flick behind, pulling the ball back with his left foot, then hit the ball behind Ramos, and burst past him on the side, dribbling past Erson after a swift change of direction.

Ronaldinho continued dribbling, and as soon as El Guerra moved to challenge, he sent out a through ball.

Ronaldo’s pass was a bit strong, and Casillas got to the ball first.

Huang Kaiwen found it amusing to watch ssi, who was shadowing him.

Currently, Ronaldo was the core of Barça, with ssi being just a rising star, following the coach’s instruction to mark him, the Yellow Ball King.

Real Madrid played from the back, Carlos made a direct pass, and Huang Kaiwen started his nimble footwork once again.

Being matched against ssi today really pleased the Yellow Ball King.

With Barça’s possession mainly focused on Ronaldo’s side, ssi had fewer chances to get the ball.

Wasn’t this just allowing him, Huang, to unilaterally dominate the ssi Ball King?

Huang Kaiwen decided he would find so clips to edit when he got ho today to keep forever; they would beco valuable evidence of the Yellow Ball King’s awesoness.

As ssi charged at Huang Kawei and reached out his hand, he tried to prevent Huang Kaiwen from dribbling past him directly.

But such defense was pointless.

After a touch with his left foot, Huang Kaiwen suddenly accelerated, with ssi squeezing towards the sideline, not realizing that the next ti Huang Kaiwen touched the ball with his left foot, he would knock it outwards and diagonally dart towards the center with the ball at his right foot.

Xavi quickly threw Guti aside and charged towards Huang Kaiwen.

Slap——

Huang Kaiwen passed the ball with his right foot to Guti and then made a quick dash forward.

Although Robben liked to take the ball all the way to the penalty area to shoot, Huang Kaiwen, the Yellow Ball King, was still quite willing to cooperate with his teammates.

Guti received the ball and imdiately sent a through pass to the left wing.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly accelerated towards the left side of the large penalty area to receive the ball, with Zambrotta lowering his center of gravity in the penalty area, waiting for Huang Kaiwen’s breakthrough.

Thuram didn’t imdiately co over to help on this side, as he was worried that Huang Kaiwen might suddenly take the ball along the line of the large penalty area again.

As forr Juventus players, they were most aware of Huang Kaiwen’s attacking capabilities.

Huang Kaiwen dribbled into the penalty area, and Zambrotta charged at him.

Huang Kaiwen used the outside of his left foot to push the ball towards the outside of the penalty area, accelerating to shake off Zambrotta by a body’s length, then turned and hit the ball with the instep of his right foot.

Boom——

Valdes, standing in the middle of the goal line, flew to the side in an attempt to save; he stretched out his arm, turned his head to watch the ball, only to see it getting closer and closer to the post, his dive already too late.

Scenes from the UEFA Champions League final once again flashed before Valdes’ eyes, his heart still holding a sliver of hope.

Last ti, he had closed his eyes and didn’t imdiately realize that Huang Kaiwen’s free-kick had scored, almost making a fool of himself.

So this ti, Valdes kept his eyes wide open, waiting for the ball to hit the post and bounce out of the baseline.

But he was disappointed.

The ball drew a beautiful arc on its way into the top right corner of the goal.

The ball, it was in.

“Kevin!!!”

“Kevin!!!”

“Kevin!!!”

“Kevin’s second shot breaks through Barcelona’s goal—the victory that Cruyff spoke of for Barcelona, is it today’s team in blue jerseys?”

“In the face of Kevin, there can be no victors.”

“Zambrotta and Thuram fled to the Apennines, thinking that leaving Turin would get them away from their nightmare, but they didn’t realize they were actually delivering themselves to Kevin.

According to my stats, Zambrotta is the player that has been dribbled past by Kevin the most.”

Crudeli from the Canale5 live room found his passion again.

After Huang Kaiwen transferred to Real Madrid, although Crudeli remained loyal to Milan, there was always sothing missing when he comnted.

Now, the fans in Italy have finally realized what was missing.

It was the absence of Kevin!

After scoring, Huang Kaiwen dashed to the side, clenched both fists, and stood there tilting his head.

Eagle-eyed fans already noticed that Huang Kaiwen was imitating Michael Jackson from that concert in Romania.

The fans at the Bernabéu Stadium went as wild as those at the concert in Bucharest.

A god from one field plus a god from another field.

It’s certainly not as simple as one plus one.

So female fans were already clutching their chests with wide open mouths, showing expressions of hypoxia—they would not be able to breathe without unfastening their bindings.

So fans were already in tears.

One would think they were hired to boost attendance at “I Am A Singer”.

Inzaghi was dumbfounded in the VIP box, not expecting such a showstopper.

Pepe, sitting in the stands, laughed so hard he couldn’t close his mouth, feeling like watching the ga live today was so worth it.

But the show wasn’t over yet.

Huang Kaiwen’s body slowly leaned forward, beginning to tilt at a 45-degree angle.

Robinho crouched at Huang Kaiwen’s feet and hugged his legs to prevent him from falling.

The na of Huang Kaiwen once again echoed through the Bernabéu.

“Saint Kevin!!!”

“Saint Kevin!!!”

“Saint Kevin!!!”

Lionel ssi’s eyes widened as he beheld the focal point of the Bernabéu.

That year he was 19, standing in the national derby like a lackey.