Chapter 158: Chapter 158
158: 0118 Carlos-style shot (subscription requested)_2 158: 0118 Carlos-style shot (subscription requested)_2 Camoranesi pressed up once again.
During the chase, he repeatedly shouldered Huang Kaiwen, trying to bump him off the sideline.
Ancelotti, who had rushed up to the fourth official, was red-faced with anger.
If given two bullets,
he would choose to kill Materazzi and Aldonin.
And if given one more, that he would give to Camoranesi!
Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball with his left foot.
The ball moved from behind him to his right side.
Camoranesi quickly moved to the left to block Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen then sent the ball right in front of Camoranesi again with his right foot.
The Juventus winger decided it was a deep-fried meatball.
He quickly shifted his balance and took a step to the right.
But just as he spread his legs and moved,
Huang Kaiwen flicked his ankle.
The ball passed between Camoranesi’s legs.
Huang Kaiwen instantly sprinted past Camoranesi.
The Juventus winger still tried to turn around.
His brain issued the command, but his body couldn’t handle it, losing balance and falling heavily on the turf.
He looked back to see Huang Kaiwen taking the ball and striding away once more.
Emerson, who had come over to cover, slid in with a kick at Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball with his foot, at the same time leaping forward.
He and the ball soared over Emerson together.
Huang Kaiwen’s series of wonderful dribbles set ablaze San Siro Stadium.
Seeing Huang Kaiwen charging towards him,
Zambrotta’s temples were sweaty.
He knew he would have a hard time defending.
But the closer Huang Kaiwen got to the penalty area, the more passive he became.
Zambrotta gritted his teeth and charged at Huang Kaiwen.
If he could just delay for a moment,
someone would come back to help in defense.
Huang Kaiwen, who had been demonstrating his fancy skills, suddenly knocked the ball towards the end line.
And then he accelerated forward.
Completely surprised, Zambrotta exerted force on his left foot, digging a small pit in the ground as he twisted around to chase.
Zambrotta kept reaching out to bother,
his eyes fixed on the ball at Huang Kaiwen’s feet.
Even a two-footed player has one foot they’re more comfortable with,
For Huang Kaiwen, it was his left foot!
Huang Kaiwen took a twist after stepping out with his left foot,
quickly adjusted his balance,
his right foot wrapped around from behind his left leg, exerting force under the ball with a flick,
By the time Zambrotta instinctively stretched out his foot, the ball was already flying behind him.
On the edge of the penalty area,
players from both teams rushed into the box, grappling with each other.
Cannavaro elbowed Inzaghi in the left ribs with an outstretched arm.
Inzaghi bore the pain and went for the header.
Buffon reacted swiftly,
placing his hands in front of his chest to block the incoming ball.
The ball fell to the right side of the small box.
Toni, entangled with Thuram the whole way, went to ground for a slide shot.
The ball rolled quickly toward the inside of the right post of the goal.
Buffon once again stretched out a foot and blocked this close-range shot.
The ball went out for a corner kick.
staring at Buffon with wide eyes.
He could actually save that, is he cheating?!
“Buffon has done it!”
“AC Milan’s forwards kept on shooting, all of good quality, but Buffon held firm, effectively protecting the goal from being breached.”
“Such quick reflexes.”
“Buffon is indeed one of the best goalkeepers in the world right now.”
“Next up is AC Milan’s corner kick, let’s see if Buffon can continue his brilliant play.”
After Pirlo took a run-up,
he delivered a very fast cross towards the middle.
Thuram got there first and headed the ball out of the penalty area.
Juventus’s counter-attack was very quick.
Vieira made a long pass from the backfield.
The ball flew over most of the pitch to land in front of Nedved.
Nedved didn’t give Stam a chance to tackle,
swinging his left foot and directly lofting the ball into the penalty area.
Ibrahimovic, without controlling the ball, twisted his body and took another volley shot.
The ball took a wicked curve and found its way into the top right corner of the goal.
The young Ibrahimovic,
Not yet grown into the swaggering champion who would calmly spread his arms and wait for teammates to come and celebrate,
after scoring the goal, ran wildly towards the Juventini in the stands.
Boos rang through San Siro Stadium.
Ancelotti calmly sat back down in the coach’s seat.
The stopwatch in his hand stopped at 18:22.
Maldini was apologizing to Nesta.
Today he was indeed off his game.
The main issue is that little punk Christian had stirred up trouble again.
Since the beginning of the new season,
Paolo Maldini had sent his eldest son into the Milan football training camp.
Initially, Christian performed well,
earning the recognition of the coaches.
Paolo Maldini saw hope for the continuation of the Number 3 jersey.
But then the situation took a nosedive.
Christian often “fell ill” to dodge training.
Latterly, it was discovered he was faking illness.
He had broken the patience of even the toughest.
Paolo Maldini thought the kid could reform.
But unexpectedly, just a few days ago,
Christian feigned illness at the training camp.
His temperature “rocketed” to 48 degrees Celsius.
The youth academy’s coach was almost driven to a heart attack.
It was only for the face of the captain of the first team that Christian was kept on.
The off-field trouble impacted Paolo Maldini’s performance.
The exhausted father didn’t even know who this child took after.
Huang Kaiwen received the ball and immediately knocked it sideways to Inzaghi.
Inzaghi passed it out wide to Gattuso.
Gattuso’s touch was poor, and Nedved took possession.
Nedved worked with Vieira to assail Milan’s penalty area.
At the edge of the penalty area,
Vieira’s shot from distance struck Nesta.
Maldini was quick to claim the ball and sent a long pass forward.
Toni flicked the ball towards Kaka during his run.
Emerson headed the ball back towards the defence line.
Thuram cleared the way.
Buffon took the ball with a big kick, sending it back toward Milan’s half again.
Vieira, who hadn’t yet retreated, headed the ball towards the right flank.
Huang Kaiwen suddenly sprinted, reaching the ball first.
Camoranesi, who was prepared to receive the ball, hurriedly twisted, but then slipped.
He fell down on the turf.
Huang Kaiwen completely shook off the defence like a wild horse off its reins.
He charged forward at full speed.
Other Milan players who were also speeding towards Juventus’s penalty area included Kaka and the two strikers.
Juventus, with its midfield emptied, was thrust into crisis!
Emerson charged directly towards Huang Kaiwen at the first opportunity.
Huang Kaiwen, running with the ball, nudged it toward the middle,
then continued his advance forward.
Seeing Huang Kaiwen up ahead,
Kaka sent a through ball straight towards him.
Cannavaro burst out of the penalty box,
decisively going for a sliding tackle.
Huang Kaiwen’s reaction was just as quick.
He flicked the ball over the opponent with his left foot,
and using the momentum of his run, he leapt over the challenge.
Cannavaro stretched out a foot, attempting to trip Huang Kaiwen in mid-air,
but it was still a bit too slow,
and a little too short.
Upon landing, Huang Kaiwen continued with the ball towards the penalty area.
The Juventus captain, Pesotto, immediately dashed towards Huang Kaiwen,
ready to commit a foul to stop the attack if necessary.
But Huang Kaiwen was more decisive.
He passed the ball forward with one touch.
Toni, using his body against Thuram, controlled the ball,
and then knocked it back again.
Huang Kaiwen, charging towards the top of the penalty arc,
bent his body and raised his right leg high,
striking the underside of the ball.
It roared like a dragon’s chant.
The ball shot up from the ground, flying instantly into the penalty area, looking as if it would soar into the stands in the next second.
Buffon’s moment of relaxation didn’t last half a second:
he then widened his eyes.
Because he realized the ball seemed to be dropping.
relying on the reflexes of a top-tier goalkeeper,
Buffon extended his right arm, leaping high to try and block the shot.
He guessed the right direction.
The ball was indeed heading straight for the center of the goal.
But the degree of its fall exceeded Buffon’s predictions.
The ball narrowly missed Buffon’s armpit, piercing into the goal.
“Goal, Kevin Goal!!!”
“Following a series of combinations from the Milan front line, Kevin strikes from a few meters behind the penalty arc, breaking through Juventus’s goal.”
“Milan takes the lead again, 2:1!”
“Kevin’s shot was powerful, fast, and noticeably dipping; even Buffon was helpless against it.”
“The first goal today was also instigated by Kevin from the left side.”
“His long pass found Toni, who headed it to Inzaghi, and Inzaghi scored.”
“Facing Juventus, Kevin continues to perform impressively.”
“He’s become Juventus’s worst nightmare.”
“I saw the data, that last long shot reached an astonishing speed of 117 kilometers per hour.”
Crudeli exclaimed in amazement, then breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank goodness Kevin is Chinese, Italy doesn’t have to face him in the World Cup.”