Chapter 1230: Chapter 1230
Chapter 1230: Chapter 374: The Yellow Ball King Refuses to Work Overtime
“Is this going to be a decisive goal? Huang remains unfazed even when facing massive pressure… The referee blew the whistle.” Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel•fire.net
“The goal is invalid, it’s likely Chelsea players entered the penalty area too early. Huang Kaiwen needs to retake the penalty, and retaking a penalty is an ordeal for players on both sides.”
“Huang Kaiwen steps up to the 12-yard again, can he score this time? He runs up… scored!!! This time to the right!!!”
“Huang Kaiwen, oh Huang Kaiwen… the referee blew again, still early entry into the penalty area.”
“Today’s game has had many dramatic moments, retaking penalties three times in a UEFA Champions League semi-final is unprecedented.”
Huang Kaiwen turned back helplessly, put his hands on his hips and said, “Guys, stop playing with me. If you keep doing this, I’m going to be exhausted.”
“We’re anxious to follow up with a shot.”
Terry said, scratching his head.
“Stop running, okay? I know you’re anxious, but if we have to retake again, I’m going to die here.”
Huang Kaiwen said irritably.
The key moments for penalty kicks consume more than regular plays.
It’s a double exhaustion of the mind and body.
Ramos directly said: “Don’t run, anyway Kevin can’t miss.”
“That’s the only way.”
Since Huang Kaiwen said it, then don’t run.
Huang Kaiwen turned back to look at the goal again.
Dida’s steps were as erratic as a tap dance, Huang Kaiwen even suspected that if he stood for a while longer, Dida might perform a random fall.
Everyone is friends, meeting frequently.
No need to add pressure on Dida.
After the whistle, Huang Kaiwen, who deliberately took several steps back, began to run.
Three steps later, Huang Kaiwen swung his right leg fiercely.
Dida dived directly to the left, but the ball slid diagonally into the right side of the goal.
Today’s penalty kick.
Huang Kaiwen also endured a lot of pressure, after scoring, Huang Kaiwen ran towards the corner flag area.
Ramos, who originally wanted to follow, decisively slowed his steps.
Only after Huang Kaiwen completed his aerial flip, did he rush up and hug Huang Kaiwen.
“I already said before, now the Rossoneri’s dreams should be shattered.”
“In such an event, at this point in the game, other than Kevin, I can’t think of any player who can score three out of three in penalty retakes. Chelsea players prematurely rushing into the penalty area gave Kevin a lot of trouble, they not only failed to help, but hindered. But Kevin is just Kevin.”
“Kevin’s choice of such a plain penalty kick style is out of respect for his old club Milan, respect for former teammates, and his determined shot is respect for his Chelsea contract, as a professional player’s ethics.”
“From Kevin’s passionate celebration, I can feel the pressure he just faced, but Kevin is that kind of big-heart player. I wonder, should all nuclear countries in the world hand over the launch button to Kevin, and then sign a contract. Only then can we avoid tragedy, prevent anyone from acting impulsively, and launching an extinction-level war.”
On the away fans’ stands, less than 3,000 Chelsea fans drowned out over 70,000 Nestanary.
They unabashedly celebrated, with underwear and jerseys flying everywhere.
All across Europe, in over 230 countries and regions around the world, commentators passionately shouted.
Chelsea players hugged excitedly, unwilling to separate for a long time.
Ancelotti, who was just urging players to delay time, became anxious, quickly pushing Inzaghi and Shevchenko to the sidelines, and urging the main referee to quickly end Chelsea’s celebration.
Sometimes it’s just .
Only a moment later, you may fall from heaven to hell.
If Milan cannot score again, they will be eliminated.
“Attack, everyone attack!!!
Ancelotti shouted on the field.
Urged by the referee, Chelsea players head back.
Suddenly a fan rushed out from the players’ tunnel, despite wearing a red-black striped shirt, he directly hugged Huang Kaiwen as he rushed up.
Immediately he ran away.
San Siro’s security closely followed, the fan ran to Chelsea’s penalty box to high-five Cech, then turned his ankle, and continued to run around the field.
“Hehe, this fan’s steps are quite nimble, you can tell he’s been preparing.”
“Hahaha, such a scene diffused the tension on the field, Milan fans also cheered him.”
“Although interesting, we don’t advocate such behavior.”
In the box, Barbara turned and looked at Gagliani.
Gagliani was clutching a handkerchief, constantly wiping his bald head, stuttering while explaining: “Fans often do this, it shouldn’t be a big deal.”
“What if he didn’t hug Kevin, but chose to swing a weapon at Kevin?”
Barbara asked with a stern face.
“I, I’ll have them train better when I go back.”
He didn’t want to go “on vacation” in Africa again.
“Train better? Let them all get lost and replace them with some useful people, find some capable security, and get a coach from those professional companies, I don’t want to see such a thing again.”
“I understand, as soon as the game ends… ah, no, I’ll go now.”
Gagliani hurriedly left the box.
Inzaghi and Shevchenko came on, replacing Torres and Gattuso.