Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187
Chapter 1187: Chapter 366: First Came Fengxian, Then Came Heaven
At this moment, Huang Kaiwen, wearing a blue jersey, dashed past two people. After the ball bounced again, he had already reached behind it and adjusted his steps, swinging his right foot directly without jumping this time.
After a huge sound, the ball gained height swiftly and flew into Arsenal’s penalty area. Standing on the left side of the Big Penalty Area, Fabianski didn’t even have time to run to the small penalty area; he jumped on the spot trying to block the ball.
But the shot was just a bit too high, and even with his arm fully extended and all his strength, he couldn’t touch the ball. The ball flew 20 centimeters above his palm and plunged into the net.
Wembley Stadium erupted in its first climax of the day.
The previous goal, although brilliant,
Chelsea fans are already used to it.
This kind of noggin’ ball with the goalkeeper standing in the penalty area is what gets increasingly demanding Chelsea fans to cheer.
Huang Kaiwen originally wanted to greet the fans.
And let the camera capture Yellow Ball King’s handsome face well.
We can’t have a match after which newspapers have no good cover to choose from, right?
But Ramos was too fast. Just as Huang Kaiwen ran to the sidelines, Ramos rushed up to him.
Huang Kaiwen couldn’t push Ramos away and could only celebrate with his good buddy.
“Huang Kaiwen, it’s a brace!”
“This goal is truly amazing. I said before, Huang Kaiwen’s range covers the entire front field. Whenever he feels like it, he just strikes it. How about that? A stunning 38-meter fallen leaf shot!!!”
“Yes, Coach Zhang, didn’t you notice? Huang Kaiwen’s movements today seem a bit stiff, not as smooth and flexible as usual, but they are full of power.”
“It does seem that way. Huang Kaiwen’s playing style is unpredictable like that. Whoever tries to grasp Huang Kaiwen’s playing habits will have a hard time, hehe.”
“Why is it yet another day where Huang Kaiwen is showing off.”
“Bro, it’s been 5 years, almost 5 damn years, and you’re still not used to it? Huang Kaiwen still hasn’t lost a match!”
“Yeah, not only hasn’t he lost, but he’s also getting more famous. I saw an interview with Picasso’s lover before. That old lady said she’s a fan of this guy.”
“I think I saw that news too, François Gilot, right? She was with Picasso when she was 21 and he was 61. She said life’s reached a stage where it feels boring, but that guy Huang Kaiwen brought new meaning to her life. She even said she’s planning to paint a portrait of him.”
“Holy crap, seriously? How are even artists blind to this?”
“No way around it, Huang Kaiwen’s reputation is just that good. Look at how often Jaylen speaks well of him in interviews.”
“But Jaylen’s demeanor is way too low. I swear his murder evidence was caught by Huang Kaiwen, or else it makes no sense.”
“Hahaha, I think so too. Who knows, maybe he was calculated by Huang Kaiwen at some point.”
After scoring, Huang Kaiwen was surrounded by his teammates.
Fortunately, Ramos managed the distance well, so Huang Kaiwen wasn’t squashed.
“You truly are a genius!!!”
Huntelaar exclaimed excitedly, “I think Basten is no match for you.”
“Isn’t that something everyone knows?”
“Indeed, I misspoke, Cruyff isn’t even a match for Kevin!”
Huntelaar shouted again.
“Maybe, but Cruyff’s skills shouldn’t be too far off from Kevin’s.”
Deco nodded with a smile.
Previously, when he played for Barca, he had a good relationship with Cruyff.
So he subconsciously said a word in defense.
“So dull, I thought Arsenal would bring us some surprises.”
Huntelaar wrapped his arm around Mata’s neck and said, “Kid, this is England; they all understand English.”
Mata looked up and saw Diaby glaring at him.
Mata quickly turned his head aside.
He just wanted to express his admiration for the senior team leaders; this was the strategy he came up with.
After all, being in the lead relied on Huang Kaiwen and them. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelFɪre.net
Saying such words is equivalent to indirectly praising Huang Kaiwen.
Unexpectedly, he was spotted by the opponent, so Mata quickly shut up.
“By the way, Kevin, wasn’t some Saudi team offering you a 200 million annual salary?”
As they walked back, Terry asked.
“Al-Ittihad Jeddah, that’s a giant in the Saudi league!”
Huntelaar quickly replied.
“They are truly rich. Is all their money printed?”
Terry said with some emotion.
Even considering Huang Kaiwen’s skills, he still doesn’t think Huang Kaiwen is worth a 200 million salary.
This isn’t about Huang Kaiwen, it’s just that football itself has a certain value.
No matter how outstanding a player is, they can’t earn more than an entire team’s annual income, right?
This world is truly crazy.
Huang Kaiwen smiled and shook his head, saying, “Forget it, I don’t plan on going anyway.”
The Yellow Ball King, even at the end of his career, is different from other players.
Backed by the two largest markets in Asia, Huang Kaiwen is destined not to leave the mainstream leagues.
Otherwise, a drop in exposure would severely affect his commercial value, which no salary could compensate for.
Fabregas wanted to say something to his dumbfounded teammates but couldn’t think of what to say.