Chapter 1250: Chapter 1250

After two consecutive fake moves, Huang Kaiwen suddenly flicked the inside of his left foot.

The ball swiftly rolled towards the center of the Big Penalty Area.

Distracted by Huang Kaiwen, Valdes didn’t make the move in time, Piqué’s turnaround speed was also an issue, the ball slipped past him to find the advancing Huntelaar.

Without trapping the ball, Huntelaar directly pushed it with the inside of his foot; Valdes reacted immediately, but couldn’t suppress the ball, which soared over him and drilled into the net.

The atmosphere at Stadio Olimpico Rome, suppressed for half the match, erupted instantly.

Almost simultaneously with the ball hitting the net, tens of thousands of fans excitedly stood up with arms raised.

Huntelaar, exhilarated after scoring, raced towards the corner flag area.

In a UEFA Champions League final, controlling your emotions is exceptionally difficult.

"Counting this occasion, Kevin has appeared in the UEFA Champions League finals for five consecutive years."

"This goal also demonstrates why Kevin has never missed a UEFA Champions League final throughout his career. While orchestrating the attack on the left flank, he attracted most of Barca’s defensive attention. Eventually delivering a precise pass, even brushing by Piqué’s heels to find Huntelaar, who only needed to stick out his foot. Even Mourinho could have scored this goal."

"After suffering a misjudgment, Kevin immediately retaliated with his performance."

"No matter how the referee targets Kevin, they can’t change the fate of the championship; it only makes an already determined match appear more thrilling."

"Pele recently criticized Kevin’s teamwork style of play, with some experts explaining that Brazil’s languidly flamboyant techniques no longer suit modern football. Yet, when observing Kevin’s performance, it becomes evident. It’s not that Samba Football is unsuited for modern football, it’s just those Brazilian players aren’t strong enough."

On the stands, Raul started laughing but ended up crying.

Tears couldn’t be stopped.

Kevin is still the same Kevin, never disappointing at critical moments.

Yet Real Madrid is no longer the same Real Madrid.

This season, painted as a malignancy by Florentino and the media, maintaining the stability of the dressing room is exhausting him.

The team’s performance is dismal; they won’t even have the chance to play in the UEFA Champions League next season, which is a disgrace.

If it weren’t for his true love for Real Madrid, he would consider leaving directly. Newest update provided by novel•fire.net

Looking at those wild celebrations by the Chelsea players, Raul felt an indescribable envy.

The Young Master and the Second Young Master didn’t think that much, simply joining the festive celebrations, venting their inner joy.

Before Huang Kaiwen joined Real Madrid, they were already his supporters.

After his departure, this remained unchanged.

Laporta suddenly received a phone call and immediately widened his eyes and shouted: "What, she’s gone? Such a living person, and a young woman, how can you not keep an eye on her? Damn it, I got it."

"Useless, all fucking useless!"

Laporta shouted angrily after hanging up the phone.

Kenyon, sitting with him, chuckled, which Laporta also considered as mocking him.

The chairman of Chelsea even went to the coaching staff rather than watching the match with him in a box. Why should his great Joan Laporta be subjected to such humiliation?

After the exhilaration, Huntelaar recalled the assist from Huang Kaiwen.

"Kevin, that pass was truly fantastic!"

"Better than words would be giving him some money; this guy always wants to win my money!"

Ashley Cole suddenly said.

Ramos immediately glared at Ashley Cole.

Terry came forward to mediate, saying: "Alright, alright, if we win the championship, I’ll 200,000 to the Kevin Foundation; there’s quite a lot of publicity about the fans this time, let’s it specially for the blind worldwide."

Huang Kaiwen’s smile froze in an instant.

Although his foundation just talks others into donating without taking money from it.

You might as well to Yellow Ball King instead of the foundation, Yellow Ball King is damn poor too!

Your son is ready to call Yellow Ball King his dad.

If he comes over to eat and drink, Yellow Ball King can’t possibly turn him away, right?

If that 200,000 is d to Yellow Ball King, Yellow Ball King could make something nice for young George, no?

Terry being so generous, Huang Kaiwen considered he should earn some pocket money from him.

Huang Kaiwen rubbed his chin as he walked back, thinking about seeing in the system the future of him playing at Bayern.

Damn, did he go to Bayern just to win Müller and their money?

Messi watched Huang Kaiwen’s back, feeling a sense of impotence.

Since witnessing the first team’s reversal back then, La Liga’s various massacres followed.

For years, he’s been improving.

No matter how hard he tries, it seems he can never beat Huang Kaiwen.

They only led for how long today, and the score was equalized.

Suddenly, Messi thought of something.

He plays on the right, Huang Kaiwen plays on the left.

If they play together, they shouldn’t conflict, right?

"Hey kid, it’s kickoff time."

Eto’o waved and said.

Messi quickly shook his head and went up to take the kickoff.

After Iniesta received the ball, he passed back, Busquets immediately tucked and passed left.

Putting aside acting and defense, his ability to cleanse dirty balls is also extremely strong.

A player that can stand firm at a club of Barca’s level is never simple.

Xavi, upon facing Joe Cole’s pressing in midfield, swiftly spun around, evaded and passed.

Silvinho dribbled past midfield directly to Messi in the center.