Chapter 1223: Chapter 1223

The players who have the best chemistry with the Yellow Ball King in the entire football world are Kaka, Raul, Ramos, and Cassano.

This season’s task is bound to Joe Cole, but this guy is too fragile.

Even when he’s on the pitch, sometimes Huang Kaiwen doesn’t even think of him.

He looked up at the time; it was almost halftime.

Huang Kaiwen quickly raised a hand to catch his teammates’ attention and shouted, "Come back and defend, hold on until halftime for adjustments, no need to rush now."

In the backfield, Terry and Cech also yelled out.

In the current situation, holding this score is the best outcome.

Chelsea’s formation began to withdraw.

As soon as Milan kicked the goal kick, Huntelaar was already near the center circle.

No intention to press at all.

Pirlo dribbled forward with small steps, feeling the pressure as soon as he reached midfield.

Chelsea retreated so thoroughly that he couldn’t find a pass opportunity.

Even so, Pirlo didn’t hurry to dribble forward himself; instead, he waited for his teammates to support.

Only after Ambrosini and Gattuso rushed up did he tap with his right foot to advance the ball.

"Mark the man, don’t chase the ball!"

Seeing Quaresma rush up, Huang Kaiwen loudly reminded.

If you chase, the small area passes will pull the opponent’s formation apart, making space too easily.

Barca particularly likes to find opportunities this way.

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Huntelaar rushed up to press, but Pirlo’s dribble couldn’t shake him off, and Huntelaar immediately entangled him again.

Pirlo had no choice but to make a horizontal pass.

Ambrosini took the ball but still couldn’t find a good opportunity, so he himself dribbled from the left into the middle.

Huang Kaiwen directly stepped up.

Today’s [Savićević] is not the type of player like Modric, with no defensive ability.

The Yellow Ball King could only rely on interception traits and defensive experience to fight it out.

Because of this, Huang Kaiwen didn’t dare to make a move first.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s stance, Ambrosini was also cautious.

After all, Huang Kaiwen had successfully shut down Real Madrid’s current top player several times; he didn’t think his dribbling ability was better than Cristiano Ronaldo’s, whose physical explosiveness is simply abnormal.

The two squared off in the middle.

Ballack charged up from the flank.

Ambrosini suddenly turned sideways, and Huang Kaiwen quickly stretched a foot to the right, not expecting a backheel pass.

Pirlo didn’t stop the ball and directly made a long pass to the left.

Ramos was waiting to cover behind Huang Kaiwen, allowing Kaka to find an opportunity; he received the ball, quickly went to the bottom line, and then smeared into the penalty area, with Terry rushing to defend first.

Kaka opted for a cross, with Torres diving for a header, only to be directly blocked by the quick-reacting Cech; Ibrahimovic’s follow-up shot was too straight, and Cech quickly got up and knocked the ball out of bounds with his hand.

Henning blew the halftime whistle.

Terry, feeling relieved, went up and punched Cech’s chest, saying, "Nicely done, Iron Man."

"If you guys leak less, I wouldn’t be working so hard."

Cech said with a bit of vexation.

Actually, Chelsea’s defense wasn’t performing badly.

But Cech couldn’t handle the sense of disparity.

At the start of the season, the defense was solid as a rock, but now near the end, problems were cropping up.

Not the kind where they often leave players unmarked, but more like intermittent mistakes during matches; it really tested his focus and reaction speed.

Terry awkwardly rubbed his head and smiled.

There wasn’t much he could do about these things.

"Kevin, come over to my house after the game."

Kaka jogged over, smiling.

Huang Kaiwen nodded, walking back with Kaka.

Rui Faria suddenly jumped in, startling Kaka.

Handing Huang Kaiwen a towel and water bottle, Faria asked hesitantly, "Kevin, how do you think we should adjust at halftime? If you talk in the locker room, it might offend teammates."

Even this needs to be asked of the Yellow Ball King.

Kaka was wide-eyed in disbelief.

He always knew Huang Kaiwen was unique.

Never thought he could have a hand in tactics in London.

No wonder he’s Kevin!

To avoid suspicion, Kaka deliberately accelerated his pace and walked away.

Although Huang Kaiwen felt speechless, he really had to say something.

Faria’s game-day command wasn’t as good as Boas’s.

"Let Essien go up later; his coverage is wide, which can better address our understaffing. Also, let Belletti replace Joe; when short of players, strengthening defense is better."

Huang Kaiwen quickly whispered with his mouth covered.

He dared not let the media capture this; otherwise, it would become a big deal.

"Okay, I thought so too."

Faria nodded, handing Huang Kaiwen an eco-bag, saying, "I got some Chinese food ordered for you to take home."

Huang Kaiwen took it and walked down the tunnel.

Suddenly, someone called out to him.

"Uncle Kevin, Uncle Kevin..."

Huang Kaiwen looked up to see Gattuso’s daughter Gabriella.

The little girl was already five years old—not like before when she could barely speak.

Huang Kaiwen smiled, raised his hand to greet her, and asked, "What’s up, young lady?"

"Could you not run with Dad? He can’t catch up, and it’s embarrassing." Gabriella Gattuso earnestly complained.

Huang Kaiwen said helplessly, "That’s not my fault; ask Carlo Ancelotti if your dad can stop chasing me."

Huang Kaiwen waved and headed into the locker room.

San Siro’s away locker room was pretty decent because this locker room was Meazza’s home locker room.