Chapter 1255: Chapter 1255

Chapter 1255: Chapter 378: Quantum Mechanics – Seeing Through the Surface

Huang Kaiwen squeezed past Puyol, turning sideways as the ball fell to avoid a handball. Xavi gestured for handball, but the referee’s whistle didn’t blow.

Huang Kaiwen carried the ball into the penalty area from the goal line, with Toure already waiting in front. He quickly stepped half a bicycle with his right foot and then flicked the ball with a twist, finding a shooting angle, his left foot looping around his right leg.

Valdes instinctively fell to the ground, stretching his leg to expand his defensive area.

But the next second, his eyes widened in surprise.

He thought it was a rabona shot, but Huang Kaiwen stepped on the ball with his sole, tossing it back.

Ashley Cole, who ran near the penalty area to support, followed up, knocking the ball back the same way, and Ballack, positioned in the center, immediately provided a lob pass into the penalty area aiming for Huntelaar. Valdes scrambled up awkwardly, standing guard in front of the goal.

Piqué jumped up and blocked the ball out of the penalty area, and Iniesta immediately booted it out with a big kick.

The situation was too dangerous this time; even Iniesta couldn’t control his strength well, and the ball flew past the midfield and out of bounds.

“The first half is over. Today’s match has been exceptionally exciting.”

“Indeed. During stoppage time, Chelsea, playing with one less man, kept pressing in Barca’s half. Huang Kaiwen’s performance doesn’t need to be elaborated on; today he dazzled with his footwork, using almost all dribbling techniques to perfection, combining them brilliantly with practical play, yielding great results.”

“Yes, but playing one man down is still somewhat difficult for Chelsea, haha. In the last semi-final, though Drogba’s red card was debatable, after all, he did raise his foot quite high. But today, Joe Cole did hit quite hard; considering he had already gotten a yellow for dissent over no penalty, just verbally warning him might have sufficed.”

“Coach Zhang is right. Leading in score but outnumbered, Chelsea struggled against Barca, whose ball control made it seem like they had an extra man on the field. It’s easy for them to exploit defensive holes, so the second half, with decreased physical stamina, will be more crucial. We’ll see how Mourinho adjusts.”

Abramovich bent down to take out Huang Kaiwen’s special water bottle from the bottle rack, fetching the high-end towel Marina specially bought for him from his backpack.

Before Mourinho could speak, Abramovich stepped forward and handed Huang Kaiwen the water bottle.

Mourinho turned his head slightly, took a glance, and said nothing.

Whatever Boas can do, Abramovich can naturally do too.

In his heart, he found this owner’s gesture rather amusing.

“How are you feeling, Kevin?”

“Pretty good, they’re not easy to deal with.”

Huang Kaiwen said, wiping his sweat.

Today, he realized Guardiola’s dream team was indeed stronger than Rijkaard’s squad.

It’s primarily their pressing.

Barca players in the front line do everything they can to delay your counterattack time. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NovєlFіre.net

In football, a counterattack can reach the goal area in about 10 seconds; delaying even a second or two might make you miss the best chance.

“No worries, let’s head back. Anyway, we’re in the lead.”

Mourinho patted Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder, heading to the sidelines to greet each player as they came off the field.

Guardiola stood in the tunnel doing the same, only walking back with the players after Messi was the last to enter.

Away team’s locker room.

The two Coles had very different expressions.

Joe Cole sat there with his head down.

Because he had a premonition, today, win or lose, he might be marginalized by Chelsea.

Ashley Cole, on the other hand, felt ahead in score and prematurely opened the champagne meant for the team and started spraying it around.

Since Huang Kaiwen arrived at Chelsea, the first time he prematurely opened champagne, Ashley Cole had taken a liking to this sensation.

Terry felt somewhat worried but didn’t express it.

Mourinho and Abramovich entered the locker room, seeing champagne foam everywhere, their expressions immediately changed.

Back at the hotel, divining.

Today’s card was the reversed Empress.

This card in reverse represents dullness, lack of ambition, lax lifestyle habits, unresolved issues, inability to see results, indulgence in pleasure, perilous environment, family disputes.

Mourinho initially thought the unresolved issue referred to the referee.

But now he thought it pointed towards Ashley Cole’s lack of ambition.

He’s not using personal grievance for public revenge.

Later, after leaving the locker room, he would discuss buying a new full-back with Abramovich.

“We’re being targeted.”

Mourinho walked to the center of the locker room, directly stating, “When Chelsea was successfully acquired, the whole of England, Europe, even the whole world said we would end up like Lazio before, or other teams, buying one player after another until the owner ran away without achieving any honors, leaving the club wrecked. But over the past few years, we’ve claimed many championships, we shattered Manchester United’s daunting dominance, our presence made it impossible for all of England to ignore. Yet, in the UEFA Champions League, we’ve never broken through. Because, we seldom have the opportunity to play 11 against 11.”

Mourinho’s words easily resonated with the players.

Especially players like Terry, who came from Chelsea’s youth academy, having witnessed the team’s transformation from a mid-table presence to a team that overshadowed Manchester United, causing Ferguson to lose more often than win.