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After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Chapter 2116 - 547: Robben: van Persie, Just You Wait
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Chapter 2116: Chapter 547: Robben: van Persie, Just You Wait

This speed scared De Sanctis.

Originally, he was standing in the small penalty area, but now he hurried back to the goal line, not daring to step forward even a single step.

Damn!

Huang Kaiwen’s goal from midfield was terrifying.

Zemayeli was about to go crazy.

In the entire backfield, there were only he and Paolo Cannavaro.

Even though Ibrahimovic didn’t come over, they had to face Huang Kaiwen and Messi in a two-on-two, which was not what their million-dollar salaries were supposed to cover!

Zemayeli didn’t even have the intention to lower his center of gravity.

At this time, without any teammates coming up to help defend, he had no other thoughts.

He directly charged towards Huang Kaiwen and slid in for a tackle.

With only one defender nearby, Huang Kaiwen had a hundred ways to get past him.

As Zemayeli’s foot came half a meter in front of him, the running Huang Kaiwen stepped forward with his left foot and then followed with his right.

Using both feet, he pinched the ball from behind and threw it high into the air.

Rainbow flick!

Huang Kaiwen leaped cleanly over Zemayeli without even a bit of contact between them.

The ball landed precisely in front of Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen lifted his foot to volley it to Messi, when he heard a wail behind him.

The opponent’s voice was so miserable that Huang Kaiwen turned and kicked the ball out of bounds with his right foot.

He quickly turned around to check.

Zemayeli, who was lying behind him, quickly got up and clasped his hands together in a plea towards Huang Kaiwen, his face full of smiles.

Huang Kaiwen:...

Damn, this guy is acting.

Huang Kaiwen walked back with a mix of laughter and frustration.

Zemayeli was quite clever.

The key was that he wasn’t trying to get the Yellow Ball King a card, so Huang Kaiwen couldn’t really get mad.

[Xu Song] probably.

"Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter. It’s the first time I’ve seen Huang Kaiwen get played like this."

"Well, as they say, a gentleman can be deceived with integrity. Huang Kaiwen’s sportsmanship is quite good; upon hearing an opponent injured, he immediately kicked the ball out of bounds, not expecting to be tricked."

"Huang Kaiwen is indeed a gentleman on the field. In the UEFA Champions League final, he’s probably the only one who would deliberately kick a penalty over, while others do it in unimportant matches to show off."

"Indeed, I’ve never seen someone deliberately miss a penalty in the finals for unjust gains; it just shows how confident Huang Kaiwen is."

"Don’t worry, even though Huang Kaiwen is smiling now, he’s definitely holding a grudge inside. Without scoring two more goals, this isn’t going away."

"I agree. Huang Kaiwen always speaks kindly, but he shows no mercy with his feet during a match."

Referee Brighi rushed up and showed the yellow card.

Zemayeli couldn’t smile anymore, he chased after Brighi to explain: "It was just a joke, Kevin didn’t even care."

"Yes, but I do."

Brighi pointed at Zemayeli and said, "Your behavior makes it easy for genuinely injured players to be ignored, so it’s absolutely not allowed in my officiated match."

Upon hearing the referee’s words, the originally intended supporter Cannavaro dejectedly walked back to the backfield.

Maggio threw the ball, Rakitic and Antonini immediately went up to press.

Inler was slightly slow in stopping the ball, and by the time he adjusted, Rakitic was already in front of him.

Inler, not daring to be careless, turned and kicked the ball to the left, where Ramos successfully intercepted it with a stretch of his foot.

Having successfully intercepted the ball, Ramos pulled to the sideline, and when Dossena came up to press, he twisted his body and passed to the advancing Ambrosini.

Ambrosini was a bit slow in controlling the ball but it had a good effect.

Naples’ defensive center of gravity was all pressing to the right.

After adjusting, Ambrosini sent a pass with the outside of his foot, and the ball quickly threaded between Dossena and Zemayeli into the penalty area.

Messi suddenly started to receive the ball, and faced with three defenders, he turned and swiftly sent a right-footed direct pass.

Ibrahimovic in the center managed only to touch the ball without retaining control.

After clearing the sideline, the ball ricocheted towards Cannavaro.

The Naples captain didn’t expect such a situation; when he stretched out his foot, the ball already rebounded off his foot behind him.

De Sanctis dived for the ball first.

But Huang Kaiwen moved even faster, sliding and kicking with his right foot behind the ball.

At moments like this, whoever reaches the ball wins.

De Sanctis, a step too slow, could only turn his head to watch as the ball rolled over the goal line once again.

"4:1!"

"Huang Kaiwen has scored twice."

"What did we say earlier? AC Milan can pass the ball right into the opponent’s goal; Messi suddenly started on the right and drew three defenders, making the follow-up very simple."

"Yes, many players in AC Milan have that capability, and that’s the scariest part. Even with fewer people, whenever they have a chance, they can score immediately."

"Though the team football philosophy is prevailing, these superstars still constantly remind us that strong individual abilities can truly change the outcome of a match. With the current situation, who can tell that AC Milan is a man down?"

Guardiola first turned and looked to the bench, extending his mischievous right hand to Kroos.

Kroos looked stunned.

Domenec Torrent quickly reminded: "Pep, Toni was just substituted not long ago."

"I forgot."

Guardiola laughed and patted his forehead, saying: "Then let Gennaro warm up."

"Pep, you just told him to warm up earlier, you won’t leave him on the bench this time, right?" Torrent asked.

Although Gattuso is quite amiable, his appearance is still quite intimidating.

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