Chapter 159: Chapter 159

159: 0119 Someone come over, feed Yin Gongzi some cookies (Please subscribe) 159: 0119 Someone come over, feed Yin Gongzi some cookies (Please subscribe) Inzaghi and Kaka raced each other in speed.

In the end, Kaka won.

He jumped onto Huang Kaiwen’s back.

Carrying Kaka, with Inzaghi by his side, the three of them rushed toward the stands.

The roars from San Siro Stadium were deafening, fans in the front row stretched out their arms, desperately wishing they could rush into the field.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly thought of “Jiang Chengzi: Departure on a Hunt in Mizhou.”

He glanced at Inzaghi beside him.

Yeah, it did resemble that.

Toni watched from afar.

He just felt that the big clubs really were different.

Even their celebrations were fiercely competitive.

Because of Toni’s expression, the forums exploded with laughter.

“Toni’s expression is exactly like Crespo’s from last season, wanting to celebrate together but couldn’t catch up with the excitement.”

“AC Milan celebrates too quickly, with Huang Kaiwen’s clique edging out the other players.”

“Hahaha, dude, you could go write an analysis about AC Milan’s internal strife on Tianya.”

“By the way, Crespo performed well on loan last season and said he wanted to stay at AC Milan, why didn’t he stay?”

“Seems to be a transfer fee issue.”

“No way, I read online that Abramovich wanted the technology from Milan’s laboratory, AC Milan disagreed, so Abramovich blocked Crespo’s transfer.”

“Are you kidding, the upper floors really believe that?

Meiselmann, the founder of Milan’s laboratory, went to Chelsea, they have their own laboratory, why would they need technology from Milan’s lab?”

“I have a feeling that after Meiselmann went to Chelsea, Chelsea’s injuries increased quite a bit.”

“It’s probably a coincidence, maybe the Chelsea players already had injuries, and the previous medical team was just not skilled enough to notice.”

“Why is no one praising Huang Kaiwen?

That kick was very much like Juninho Pernambucano’s knuckleball.”

“Indeed, it was closer, fell more dramatically, fast and with no spin, Huang Kaiwen can really play.”

“Discussing Huang Kaiwen playing is pointless, better guess when he’ll get injured today.”

“Look at the score, with this lead, Huang Kaiwen will probably come off around the 70th minute, if AC Milan falls behind, Huang Kaiwen will have to stay until the injury time then come off.”

“Haha, bro, you’re right!”

Waiting for the kickoff at halftime.

Huang Kaiwen noticed Ibrahimovic staring at him.

No need to think, Huang Kaiwen knew what it was about.

It was because he was stealing the spotlight, the King was annoyed.

In his younger days, Ibrahimovic hadn’t yet been beaten down by reality.

Always thought he was the best in the world.

At Ajax, Ibrahimovic thought he was awesome.

He even went to coach Koeman to ask for the captain’s armband.

Got a good scolding from Koeman.

Held a grudge against Ajax’s captain at the time, Van der Vaart.

Later, he even cuckolded Van der Vaart.

Ibrahimovic, especially the younger version, was definitely a troublesome character.

Huang Kaiwen definitely didn’t want to be targeted by Ibrahimovic.

Huang Kaiwen glanced at Kaka.

Before challenging me, try challenging my good brother first.

Juventus restarted play.

After receiving the ball, Ibrahimovic pulled to the side and directly sought out Huang Kaiwen.

A pair of size 46 boots kept sweeping over the top of the ball.

Step-overs on the spot are more provocative than they are practical.

“Thief from Eastern Europe!”

“Go die, big dumbass!”

“Little throwaway from Turin!”

Ibrahimovic’s antics incited a wave of jeers from San Siro.

Huang Kaiwen’s expression remained unchanged, focusing on Ibrahimovic’s feet.

Waiting for the moment Ibrahimovic’s right foot touched down, Kevin poked forward with his foot.

The ball was poked behind Ibrahimovic.

Camoranesi, who had been pushed aside by Ibrahimovic, just managed to get the ball.

Camoranesi rolled his eyes and quietly muttered to himself before making a back pass.

Emerson received the ball.

Juventus switched to organizing from the backfield.

Vieira and Emerson kept distributing the ball.

Emerson made a lateral pass to Zambrotta.

Huang Kaiwen rushed forward to press.

Zambrotta quickly made a long pass forward.

Just past the midfield, Ibrahimovic used his body to stop the ball with his chest.

He turned around and once again displayed his gorgeous skills.

Number 46 dribbled continuously.

He had no intention of passing to Nedved.

Seeing his chance, Gattuso poked the ball away.

He dashed forward to get the ball and back passed it.

Pirlo moved up and struck the underside of the ball with his foot.

“AC Milan’s counterattack!!!”

“Kaka’s dribbling speed is very fast.”

“Kaka breaks through Vieira head on, then turns to avoid Emerson.”

“Kaka sends a through pass into the box, Inzaghi starts moving!”

“Buffon comes out of his goal.”

“He saves, it’s Buffon again!”

“Buffon is playing really well today.”

“No wonder Capello was so eager to let him start as soon as he recovered from his injury.”

“If it weren’t for Buffon, Juventus would be behind by more goals by now.”

Buffon made a side throw to Emerson.

Juventus launched a fast counterattack.

Vieira received the ball and passed it to the left flank.

Pesotto took the ball and immediately charged over the midfield.

As Gattuso approached, Pesotto tried to power through.

Unfortunately, Gattuso wouldn’t let him get past.

Pesotto, in a panic, passed the ball forward.

Stam instantly started running towards the ball.

But Nedved was more agile.

The Czech man got there first, hooked the ball with his left foot, and once again sent it behind Stam.

Stam felt humiliated.

In frustration, he pushed Nedved down.

He used to play as a full-back when he was at Lazio.

The problem with his turning speed became more apparent.

Apart from being slow to turn, Stam had no other faults.

The chief referee, Bertini, jogged forward a few steps.

Pointing at Stam, he warned, “Tone it down, or I’ll have to card you next time.”

He spat toward the sideline and turned his head to walk to the penalty area.

Bertini’s face flushed red and then turned pale.