Chapter 1231: Chapter 1231

Chapter 1231: Chapter 374: The Yellow Ball King Refuses Overtime

Ancelotti replaced two forwards at once, clearly preparing to go all out.

Inzaghi skips onto the field sideways and as he runs to the center circle to wait for kickoff, he doesn’t forget to raise an eyebrow and say to Huang Kaiwen: “Kevin, you won’t be smug for long.”

Huang Kaiwen looks to the sidelines, where the fourth official holds up the stoppage time board.

The second half injury time is unexpectedly nine minutes long.

But considering all the unexpected events that happened, such a long stoppage time is not surprising at all.

“Damn, there’s no hope again today.”

“I’m so miserable, I bet breakfast with the boys, and it’s still about Kaka’s goal.”

“Bro, you’re new here? In this forum, you always hear talk about ‘this guy,’ but daring to bet against Huang Kaiwen losing, no one really does.”

“Isn’t it mainly that AC Milan looks really strong? When I play Pro Evo, AC Milan kicks Chelsea’s ass.”

“That’s because Konami is too stupid, they can’t model Huang Kaiwen. That’s how ridiculously good Huang Kaiwen is, even the games can’t replicate his skills.”

“No choice, too overpowered, if they really modeled him no other team would be usable.”

“Ah, it’s all Huang Kaiwen’s fault.”

Milan resumes kickoff and immediately launches a fierce offensive against Chelsea’s half.

The sides switch between attack and defense, and Huang Kaiwen continuously gestures for his teammates to pull back.

Even Huntelaar has retreated to their own half to defend.

Don’t mind him saying earlier to his teammates that getting another goal only to be leveled again is no big deal.

But if they really end up 5:5 and go into extra time, Chelsea’s disadvantage of having one less player will become increasingly apparent.

Now, Chelsea’s energy consumption is bigger than Milan’s, even if Yellow Ball King has extraordinary talent, playing into extra time will easily lead to elimination.

Kaka carries the ball to the right side, Essien comes up to defend.

The substitute Essien is still very active, blocking the exhausted Kaka on the wing unable to move.

Huang Kaiwen steadily stands his ground in the middle, motioning Ramos to keep an eye on Sheva on the left side.

Inzaghi is left to Terry and the others.

Yellow Ball King stands in the middle, watching for his chance to defend.

“Chelsea’s will to defend right now is very firm.”

“Exactly, because Chelsea also knows they can’t afford to play extra time against Milan.”

“Kaka can’t find a way, so he passes it back, Pirlo hits it, and, oh boy, it went way over!”

“Cech gets a yellow card for delaying the restart, haha, now Chelsea really is all hands on deck to protect this goal advantage. Cech kicks a long one, but this time it’s misplaced right to Ambrosini’s foot.”

Ambrosini directly charges forward with the ball, Huntelaar rushes up to reach out first.

He grabs Ambrosini’s arm, the referee has the whistle at his lips, but just as Ambrosini falls, he still manages to use his leg to pass the ball forward.

Sheva, who has dropped back, breaks through with the ball, but you can see his speed has decreased a lot compared to previous years, completely lacking the impact he had when playing at San Siro before.

After just a few strides, he’s forced to the wing by Huang Kaiwen, Sheva doesn’t even attempt to dribble past, he directly heels it back to a teammate.

Veteran Favalli comes up to receive it, quickly turns, and swings his right foot to send a long pass across.

Seedorf, Essien, and Inzaghi all rush to the right to receive the ball.

Inzaghi sees the ball’s speed fast, chooses to turn so the ball hits his leg.

Essien is a step slow and goes to ground with a slide tackle, but Seedorf anticipates it and nudges the ball out, his slide is obvious too, losing control as he nudges the ball far ahead.

Yet, luckily, the ball ends up at Kaka’s feet.

Not having time to run back to the middle, Huang Kaiwen shouts.

Terry chooses to go tackle, while Kaka takes a step and swings his right foot.

The ball flies over Terry’s leg straight into the penalty area, quickly heading towards the left side of the goal. Cech dives to the side at the first moment, but the ball still drills into the net above his hand.

Kaka back at San Siro is unleashed.

One long-distance rush plus two world-class strikes, single-handedly dragging Milan from the brink back to safety.

San Siro finally bursts into today’s greatest cheer.

Huang Kaiwen may be popular as ever, but he’s not wearing the Milan jersey right now.

Besides, Kaka’s performance today is undeniably on par with Huang Kaiwen’s, as long as you ignore the fact that Huang Kaiwen has been closely marked by Gattuso the entire time.

Cech eventually sits powerless on the goal line.

Today’s he’s been running a lot more than usual, but even after all the effort, they have to face an even tougher extra-time battle.

Huang Kaiwen directly runs back to his own goal, bends down to scoop up the ball, and gently kicks Cech with a smile: “Get up, regular time isn’t over yet.”

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s smiling face, Cech is stunned.

He really wants to know what Huang Kaiwen is thinking.

Even in such a situation, he can still smile.

To know entering extra time is almost equivalent to a death sentence.

“Guys, another goal!”

Rushing forward with the ball, Huang Kaiwen shouts.

He dashes towards the referee, hands the ball to the referee, then quickly turns to avoid bumping into him.

The substitute fourth official, Henning, can’t help but smile.

No wonder Pele likes him so much, watching him play is truly joyful.

Terry claps his hands and shouts: “One, two, three, Chelsea~”

After celebrating, the Milan players and others also glance over as they walk back. Get full chapters from n0velfire.net