Chapter 1252: Chapter 1252
Capítulo 1252: Chapter 377: I Can See Through His Feints
Saint Kevin, Saint Casillas, and other such names are used by fans to express their admiration for players who perform outstandingly.
But at this very moment in front of the TV, Pope Benedict XVI is pondering whether they might need to formally bestow this title upon Huang Kaiwen someday in the future.
The influence of football is simply too massive.
Aside from football, no other sport can attract such a large audience.
Even in the Vatican, those bishops, guards, and attendants frequently mention the outcome of matches.
Mourinho was the first to react, swinging his arms passionately, jumping up and down.
Steve Clarke, who wanted to embrace him, couldn’t even catch hold of him.
Abramovich, sitting on the coaching bench with his hands clasped, instantly stood up and cheered, more passionately than he usually does in the box.
Guardiola, frustrated, touched his bald head.
His career has just begun its first full season, but it seems he’s about to lose to Huang Kaiwen once again.
The Barca players did quite well during this defense.
They constantly pushed Huang Kaiwen into an angle-less position.
But he passes instead of shooting, what the hell should they do?
A bit of disappointment in his heart.
Yet he still mustered up his spirits and went to the sidelines to encourage the players.
The Barca fans in the stands made the same choice, singing with all their might: “We are Barca fans, we come from all directions, several races and skin colors…”
Puyol clapped and shouted: “It’s no big deal, it’s just one goal, let’s keep our spirits up!”
“The captain is right, Chelsea isn’t that strong, Kevin isn’t invincible either, I’ve seen through all his fake moves.” Piqué shouted along.
Instantly, it became silent!
The entire Barca defensive line looked over at Piqué.
Silvinho, the defender who had been facing Huang Kaiwen from start to finish, even wanted to swear.
How many years have you been playing, how many bottles did you drink today, to say something like that!
Do you really think Thuram, Zambrotta, and the others are just messing around?
Valdes went up to pat Piqué on the shoulder, speaking earnestly: “Gerard, you’re not a kid anymore, control yourself a bit when bragging.”
Piqué said with a forced laugh.
He originally wanted to flatter Puyol, but ended up missing the mark.
Piqué pouted, silently cursing these old guys as cowards, scared out of their wits.
He, Gerard Piqué, isn’t afraid of any Kevin.
After the noisy commotion, Barca players restarted the match. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novｅlfire.net
The three midfielders still maintained strong control.
Xavi switched positions to the right, specifically marking Huang Kaiwen.
This made Huang Kaiwen feel a dull pain in the back of his head.
That elbow from back then really wasn’t light.
Seeing Huang Kaiwen coming for the ball, Xavi remained rational.
When getting rid of him, he chose to pass the ball back to his teammate, not trying to beat Huang Kaiwen.
Puyol received the ball and immediately passed it sideways, Toure took a step forward to let Piqué receive the ball.
The moment Piqué got the ball, he made a direct pass.
The strength of this pass was clearly not under control, and the ball rolled past Busquets.
Spotting the opportunity, Joe Cole quickly rushed to the center to take possession.
Both coaches almost shouted simultaneously.
“Do you guys not want to play anymore…”
“Hurry and long-pass to find Kevin…”
Busquets quickly closed in, directly blocking the position to prevent Joe Cole from returning to the right.
Joe Cole, left with no choice, could only dribble forward through the middle, with Busquets tight on his heels.
The entire Barca defensive line tensed their nerves.
The retreating Xavi and Puyol’s hands were itching beside Huang Kaiwen.
As Joe Cole was dribbling, Busquets bumped him, and he instinctively raised his right hand to maintain balance, accidentally touching Busquets’ left cheek. Busquets instinctively covered his right cheek, realizing something was off, quickly switched hands and fell to the ground.
Busacca rushed over and decisively showed the red card, with Mourinho on the sidelines laughing in fury. Busquets, covering his face on the ground, sneaked a peek but didn’t realize this scene was faithfully captured by the camera.