Chapter 1192: Chapter 1192
Chapter 1192: Chapter 367: Capello, Nemesis of Evil
Wembley Stadium resounded with boos and applause.
The boos naturally came from the Arsenal fans.
And the applause was from the Chelsea side.
“Deco, that was quite a nasty kick.”
“This move was really unnecessary, it was a red card move… Yellow card, Martin Atkinson gave a yellow card, Arsenal players went up to argue, and Wenger also rushed to the sideline.”
“Today’s game is, after all, the London Derby, the atmosphere between both sides is quite tense.”
“Wenger, in a huff, returned to the sidelines, letting Bendtner warm up, seems like he’s preparing for the final push.”
Atkinson warned the Arsenal players not to start a conflict.
Arsenal players could only stand frustrated in the front field waiting to attack.
Eboue stepped up and kicked the ball out, Fabregas’s emotions were evidently affected, and after receiving the ball, he immediately lobbed it into the penalty area.
This ball was given too far forward, Cech took a step forward and easily jumped to catch the ball.
Huang Kaiwen turned and charged forward.
Alex Song ran alongside Huang Kaiwen; suddenly, Huang Kaiwen stopped abruptly, turned and sprinted to the right, shaking off his opponent.
Cech, after running up, swung his arm and threw the ball fiercely.
Ballack ran to midfield, pressed down Denilson, and headed the ball forward.
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It was closer to Denilson, who was chasing back.
Huang Kaiwen rushed over but was still a bit behind; if it continues , Denilson should get the ball first. Helplessly, Huang Kaiwen could only stretch his foot out in advance and then shift his center of gravity there.
Denilson couldn’t stop and crashed hard into Huang Kaiwen.
The Arsenal fans in the nearby stands stared wide-eyed.
After bumping into Huang Kaiwen, Denilson jumped to relieve the force, while Huang Kaiwen remained motionless.
Is this the kind of performance a player who was injured over 90 times should have?
Huang Kaiwen, after starting, ran back with Alex Song waiting in the front left.
After a few steps, Huang Kaiwen directly lifted his right foot.
Alex Song dared not gamble; in front of the big penalty area line is Huang Kaiwen’s shooting range; before the match, Wenger specifically instructed not to allow Huang Kaiwen to take long shots.
He turned sideways to block the “long shot.”
But Huang Kaiwen’s right foot lifted high and then gently came down; a fake shot tricked Alex Song’s balance, and as the right foot came down, he nudged the ball to the left and dribbled towards the centerline.
Silvestre in the penalty area hurried along with Huang Kaiwen; at the edge of the arc, Huang Kaiwen used the same trick, swung up his left foot, and Silvestre quickly stepped up to block, not expecting that Huang Kaiwen switched the ball to his right foot with his left instep, the deceived Silvestre, somewhat annoyed, directly reached out to grab Huang Kaiwen’s arm.
Huang Kaiwen dribbled with his right foot, moving towards the center, shook off Silvestre’s hand, Arsenal’s other center-back Toure directly slid down with a tackle, it was obvious this was going for the player, not the ball.
The ball went through; Huang Kaiwen leaped lightly, sailing over Toure’s feet.
Having reached the penalty area, Alex Song blocked Huang Kaiwen once again.
Huang Kaiwen dribbled towards the right of the big penalty area, suddenly turned and swung up his right foot, Alex Song slid down expanding his defensive area, nearby Fabianski also rushed towards Huang Kaiwen, Huang Kaiwen’s right foot came down again without shooting, but instead, he poked the ball with his left foot.
The ball rolled quickly from the right to the left side of the goal, and Fabianski had no time to react, only able to turn and watch as the ball rolled across the goal line, breaching his guard once more.
The Chelsea fans went wild, frantically waving everything in their hands, passionately calling that name, hugging each other in celebration, jumping up and down in madness…
Boas and Wenger, the two commanding figures, representing entirely different teams, both looked with mouths agape on the field.
Wenger, after all, had experience.
After snapping back, he tried to put his hands in his pockets to ease the awkwardness, but couldn’t quite find them.
“A quintessential Kevin-style goal!”
“10 touches, 7 fake moves, Kevin waltzed through Arsenal’s entire defense line as if there was no one, even the cameras were fooled a few times.”
“I am so moved; I haven’t seen such a brilliant solo effort from Kevin in a long time. Some doubted Kevin’s skill was declining, but this goal speaks volumes.”
“It’s not Kevin’s skill declining, but rather him rarely finding interest. Apparently, Arsenal, the team known for playing the most gorgeous style of football in Europe, caught Kevin’s eye, resulting in this goal. Had it been another team, Kevin might have scored with a long shot after shaking off Eboue.”
“Although the result is the same, the artistic value is entirely different. Kevin, being the finest artist on the pitch, always creates goals rich in artistic value. It just occurred to me, perhaps because London ticket prices are so high, Kevin chose these challenging ways to score today.”
“Kevin always considers the fans; they spent more money, so he wants to give them more joy. That’s only fair; Arsenal fans may have witnessed their team’s rout but also saw Kevin’s spectacular goal, at least they got something.”
Capello smiled and clapped.
Watching Kevin’s match truly is a pleasure.