Chapter 1106: Chapter 1106
"I said long ago, for the safety of his opponents, Kevin rarely takes shots at speeds over 160 kilometers per hour. Although shots at this speed are easier to score, other players wouldn’t even consider their opponents’ safety. But that’s just how Kevin is, he would never joke about life." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovelHub(.)net
"After limiting his shot speed, he chose to pursue shooting accuracy."
"Today, Kevin’s shots were just a hair off a few times because he was overly pursuing the angle. And this goal represents Kevin’s pursuit of art."
"On March 1st, a goal was born on the pitch that was impossible to save or clear. The significance of this goal has surpassed the League Cup final; the outcome of the championship no longer matters."
Buffon in front of the TV.
Listening to Crudeli’s commentary, he couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
He realized that Crudeli genuinely liked Huang Kaiwen.
Simply regarded him as a faith-like figure.
Even though Buffon felt it was a bit much, this goal was really damn disgusting!
He simulated it several times in his mind and found that even if it were him, there was nothing he could do about this shot.
Although Crudeli’s words were cheesy.
He was actually right.
Football really wasn’t much of a challenge for Huang Kaiwen.
Buffon’s eyes suddenly lit up, he pushed his girlfriend off of him, and grabbed a notebook and pen.
Ferguson clasped his head with both hands, completely surprised by such a goal.
The reaction from fans on both sides was similar.
Huang Kaiwen was most famous for his tactical corners, but today he decided to take a corner kick straight to the goal.
It’s not that they doubted Huang Kaiwen’s ability, it’s just that he liked to use tactical corners.
This time, going against the usual, the corner kick directly led to a beautiful goal.
Even the main referee, Foy, was momentarily stunned before blowing the whistle and pointing to the center circle.
The whistle sounded like a starter pistol.
It brought Wembley back to life.
Though the final was held at a neutral venue, the voices of Chelsea fans filled the London sky.
Abramovich turned to look at Silvino Louro, took a while before asking: "A corner kick that scores directly counts as a goal, right." "Yes, boss."
"I know, I was just confirming." Abramovich rubbed his chin and said: "Also, call me coach, my current identity is acting coach."
Louro said helplessly.
You can never tell with the tastes of rich people.
If he had more than 10 billion British Pounds, he definitely wouldn’t be a doggone goalkeeper coach.
With so much money, he’d buy an island for himself and have parties every day.
Silvino Louro was lost in thought, considering how to spend it if he actually had over 10 billion.
Abramovich also felt a bit troubled.
Now he finally understood why coaches were so obsequious in front of Huang Kaiwen.
With a player like him, football becomes incredibly simple.
In a sense, Huang Kaiwen alone could secure their livelihoods, a job worth millions of pounds a year. It’s only polite to be respectful to him.
Although he is the team owner, he is also today’s club coach.
His first coaching victory was about to arrive, shouldn’t he have a gesture for the biggest contributor?
Abramovich sneaked a glance at the towel in the equipment manager’s hand, torn between decisions.
To offer or not to offer, that is the question.
Having just kicked off again, Tevez’s breathing was slightly rapid.
Previously, he wasn’t satisfied with his position, but today starting against Chelsea, he was a bit nostalgic for the bench.
No wonder that Rooney bastard was so happy when he knew he was starting.
Starting against Chelsea just meant kicking off the ball.
He passed the ball across and heard the referee’s whistle.
Tevez quickly walked towards the locker room, not wanting to stay on the field a second longer.
"Kevin, should we bring fishing gear tomorrow?"
Ramos jogged over to Huang Kaiwen and asked.
Standing on the other side, Huntelaar asked: "Are you thinking of fishing on a yacht?"
"Could be, I’ve heard sea fishing is quite interesting."
He’s not that addicted to fishing.
He’s gone a few times, always with Inzaghi.
The main thing is that activities requiring sitting still don’t really suit the Yellow Ball King.
As the saying goes, life is about movement.
The Yellow Ball King prefers activities where he can be active.
However, seeing Ramos so interested, Huang Kaiwen naturally wouldn’t be a buzzkill.
While they were chatting, Abramovich stuffed a towel into Huang Kaiwen’s hand from the sidelines, saying: "Planning to fish on the yacht? Then don’t bring any gear, I’ll gift each of you a set and have them prepare a deep-sea fishing boat."
It’s great to have money.
If Abramovich coached a few more games.
The whole team would get a lot of benefits.
Following his teammates back to the locker room.
Everyone engaged in a heated discussion about tomorrow’s activities.
Yachts aren’t anything special to football stars; when they occasionally go on vacation, they rent a small one.
Terry and Lampard, once borrowed Abramovich’s Compass for two weeks at sea.
"I think it’s better to have a party with models."
Terry said: "Otherwise, it’s too empty with just us on the yacht."
"Good idea! I know a guy who can contact 100 models in half an hour!" Ashley Cole exclaimed excitedly.
Huang Kaiwen shook his head helplessly.
Terry, this guy, how long has he been behaving before starting up again.