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Chapter 2113: Chapter 546: Mark Is Not a Bad Guy

"Hey, get out of the way!"

Huang Kaiwen rushed over and shouted.

Ibrahimovic and Ramos were already in position.

Several players in the Naples backfield had just had a fight, and at this moment, they weren’t coming quickly.

The captain of the Naples team, Cannavaro, stood in front of a few people and advised, "Let’s not get a red card in the finals, getting sent off isn’t good for anyone."

"Yeah, I’m fine."

Messi got up and advised.

"Watch it, damn it!"

Ibrahimovic pointed at Lavezzi’s nose and said.

"The confrontational emotions between the players on both sides are very intense today."

"Yes, Naples is very eager for the championship, but there are still some Naples fans in the stands holding a banner saying Messi can never match Maradona, clearly Maradona’s previous comments still have aftereffects."

It must be [Xu Hao] talking.

"Huang Kaiwen is real particular, he’s always the first to stand up for his teammates."

"He’s the captain, if I were the captain of the AC Milan team, I’d stand up too."

"Damn, are you bragging here? Those Naples players could kill you with one punch, and you’re saying you’d step up? You struggle just getting out of bed."

"If there were tens of millions of Euros in salary, I’d step up, even if it kills me, I’m not afraid."

"Do you think a player’s salary is just for getting beaten up? You damn well have to know how to play football."

"I feel like Naples is playing quite well; they also run a lot, but today Ramos and Antonini are really steady."

"Yeah, those two are playing better than usual, but the performance of the two central defenders is not as outstanding as before."

"Probably exhausted, AC Milan also played the Club World Cup this season, plus just finished the UEFA Champions League."

"Damn, Ramos can’t even take a compliment."

During Naples’ counterattack, Lavezzi charged into the penalty box.

With a little maneuver from Lavezzi, Ramos lost his cool and fiercely knocked Lavezzi down.

Before Huang Kaiwen could run into the penalty box, Buffon had already held onto Ramos tightly.

He didn’t care about conceding a goal, but he cared about losing the championship.

If Ramos goes off, today’s match will be a lot more difficult.

Guardiola was jumping on the sidelines.

He rushed to the fourth official, complaining rapidly, "Their players are constantly provoking, this isn’t a fair game, they want to get my players sent off, the referee should be stricter."

The fourth official rolled his eyes.

Damn!

Before the match, the refereeing team had a meeting.

The only goal of the meeting was to prevent Naples’ players from maliciously fouling Huang Kaiwen.

Given the situation, should they start favoring AC Milan?

Otherwise, they might as well just declare AC Milan the winner.

The players on both sides tangled in the penalty box for less than two minutes. Lavezzi, who was awarded the penalty, took the shot himself and scored.

After scoring, Lavezzi celebrated wildly, sprinting over 70 meters to the stands for a kneeling slide.

"This guy is really annoying."

Ramos said.

Buffon nodded.

"Relax, don’t let one rat ruin our mood."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Because of some incidents, he didn’t like Lavezzi that much either.

Seeing the opponent so cocky.

Huang Kaiwen decided to score another before halftime.

To make Naples feel less cheerful going into the locker room.

Ibrahimovic restarted the match by passing to the left wing, and Huang Kaiwen immediately turned and made a long pass to the backfield.

Ramos took the ball and stood still to observe.

Naples was not in a hurry to press, nor was he in a rush to attack.

Naples, having just scored, was clearly looking to quickly equalize.

Lavezzi immediately charged towards Ramos.

Ramos extended his arm forward, holding the opponent behind, and turned to make a long pass.

Ibrahimovic saw the ball drop on the left wing and quickly ran toward the left flank.

Seeing this, Huang Kaiwen immediately gave way and ran towards the center.

Cannavaro did not urgently press Ibrahimovic.

Naples’ defense was still focused on Huang Kaiwen.

Driving the ball near the Big Penalty Area, Ibrahimovic immediately kicked to cross.

The ball curved around Cannavaro.

Aronica first went down for a sliding tackle trying to block this pass but failed to succeed.

The suddenly accelerating Huang Kaiwen sprinted in and used his abdomen to receive the bouncing ball, then flicked it up with his right foot from underneath, sending the ball high.

Huang Kaiwen directly turned and bypassed Ugo Campagnaro, then volleyed his foot on top of the ball.

Bang—

The ball wasn’t fast but bounced off the ground before reaching the small penalty area. De Sanctis, diving to save, was completely deceived, grabbing thin air as the ball flew over his leg and drilled into the goal.

"Huang Kaiwen!!!"

"With the first half about to end, Huang Kaiwen changed the score to 3:1."

"Recently, Huang Kaiwen hasn’t been scoring as much as before, but each attacking play he orchestrates is more beautiful than the last."

"Hehe, mainly AC Milan’s opponents focus their defensive efforts on the left side, Huang Kaiwen often draws defense and then passes to his teammates."

"Yes, that’s the key, often Huang Kaiwen doesn’t go for the shot himself, so his goal count has decreased, but his threatening passes and successful dribbling stats are all improving."

"Right after Naples gets the ball, they make a long shot; they’re anxious. Mazzarri must calm the players down when they return to the locker room."

Huang Kaiwen walked to the sidelines.

Before Guardiola could approach, van Persie immediately handed him a towel.

Guardiola looked at the towel in his hand, passed it to Messi, and handed the water bottle to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen laughed and pulled van Persie along as they walked back.

It’s not a bad thing for a player to be driven by success.

Loyalty to one team or city indeed deserves respect, but pursuing championships isn’t a problem either.

A career only lasts ten to twenty years, perhaps cut much shorter by injuries.