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Chapter 2102: Chapter 544: Breaking Kiravit’s Record

Wenger did not rush Henry onto the field.

Older players must warm up completely, otherwise an injury might end their career.

Arshavin took a run-up and delivered a corner kick.

He put a lot of thought into this ball, aiming for Koscielny at the near post.

Huang Kaiwen immediately jumped from the post, successfully grabbing the ball above Koscielny’s head.

"Run, Leon, run!!!"

Huang Kaiwen, holding the ball, waved and shouted.

Messi, Hazard, and van Persie were all rushing forward crazily.

Arsenal’s players were scrambling to run back.

This was a contest of speed and will between the two teams.

Apart from the outcome of the match.

The Gunners did not want to see van Persie showing off at the Emirates Stadium.

Bang—

Huang Kaiwen threw the ball up and swung his right foot.

When he said he would pass to Messi, he passed to Messi; the ball precisely fell to the right side of the big penalty area.

As soon as Messi got the ball, Gibbs charged at him directly.

Messi pushed forward with his right foot, easily bypassing Gibbs with a fried meatball trick.

Watching his player fall again on the turf, Wenger couldn’t help but shake his head slightly.

In front of a super genius, there’s no difference between these training excellence and poor students.

Youths who can play in Arsenal’s first team are already one in ten thousand.

But in front of Messi, they can only serve as training compasses.

Vermaelen was the first to press Messi.

Seeing Koscielny also preparing to come up, Messi didn’t head straight into the penalty area, instead, he swiped his right foot to pull the ball horizontally.

"Don’t give him a chance!"

Szczesny shouted loudly.

Watching the opponent’s match videos before the game, Messi’s powerful left-footed shot from in front of the penalty area was well noted.

Returning to the front of the penalty area, Alex Song directly collided with Messi from behind.

Beep—

Koshoi blew the whistle and showed a yellow card.

Van Persie walked over and asked, "Can I take this shot?"

"No." Messi patted the ball and got up, saying: "Let Kevin come take it."

Upon hearing Messi say so, van Persie, who wanted to score a hat-trick, had to give up.

Messi shouted loudly from the front field.

Van Bommel turned and said: "They want you to go up and take the free kick."

Huang Kaiwen looked down and said: "If my free kick doesn’t make it, the opponent can counter with a direct attack."

"Then just score it, right?"

Van Bommel retorted.

Huang Kaiwen was left speechless and quickly ran towards the front field.

"Wow, Huang Kaiwen taking a direct free kick, that’s not strange, but today he’s the goalkeeper."

"Yes, the most famous goalkeeper to often take free kicks is Kiravit, who scored 67 goals in his career and even performed a penalty hat-trick."

Huang Kaiwen was already standing at the spot of the foul.

Messi then tucked the ball under Huang Kaiwen’s arm.

Huang Kaiwen turned his head and asked: "Do you think this position suits a left-footed or right-footed shot?"

"Definitely left-footed!"

Messi replied without hesitation.

Over to the right, the angle is surely better with the left foot.

"Then I’ll try it with my right foot."

Huang Kaiwen muttered quietly.

Messi widened his eyes, but Huang Kaiwen had already placed the ball on the ground.

At this time, it’s not appropriate to speak out and disrupt Huang Kaiwen.

But with the right foot, the angle really isn’t great.

Outfoot?

Messi was still contemplating what kind of method Huang Kaiwen would use to take the shot.

This time, Arsenal lined up a three-man wall.

Rakitic stood on the far side of the wall.

Huang Kaiwen immediately had an idea.

He intentionally glanced at Rakitic, who immediately nodded slightly.

To make it at AC Milan, one must understand the intentions of star players.

There was no bigger star in the team than Huang Kaiwen.

After Huang Kaiwen made his run, Rakitic quickly ran away to clear a path.

Bang—

Huang Kaiwen’s right foot, with the outer instep, slammed fiercely into the back of the ball.

The ball took off, flying over where Rakitic stood earlier, heading straight for the outside of the left post of Arsenal’s goal.

Szczesny was far from thrilled.

Instead, he cursed quite a bit in his heart.

He had not considered that Huang Kaiwen’s free kick would directly go out of bounds.

Seeing the ball’s trajectory, he immediately knew the ball was bound to swerve.

The critical issue was that he couldn’t judge what the ball’s curve would look like.

In such a situation, there was simply no time for him to think; Szczesny could only instinctively dive toward the post.

Just as he dove, the ball hit his hand, traced his fingers, and drilled into the goal.

It looked like it was just a bit off.

But Szczesny knew.

This goal was totally disgusting.

Besides the horizontal S-twist, it also ascended.

Therefore, the misjudgment happened during this save attempt due to its height.

The Polish goalkeeper licked his lips, got up, and fetched the ball, unsure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

At least Huang Kaiwen didn’t threaten his personal safety with a powerful shot.

But with such a strange curve to this ball, he couldn’t have saved it no matter how many attempts were made.

"It’s time to play."

Wenger patted Henry’s shoulder.

Henry was one meter eighty-eight, and the professor was even taller than him.

Both were very familiar with such scenes.

But times changed, unfamiliarity filled both their hearts.

After a high-five with Walcott, Henry took a deep breath, bent down to touch the grass, and quickly rushed onto the field.

As a professional player.

He should constantly run, chasing victory.

He had done so before, even conquering the Bernabeu.

But throughout his career, in matches like this where he hadn’t played a minute, he felt the team had no chance at all.

Henry hurriedly slapped his cheeks hard, stopping himself from overthinking.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t even celebrate the goal; he just ran straight back to his own goal.