Chapter 160: Chapter 160
160: 0119 Someone come over, feed Yin Gongzi some cookies (Please subscribe)_2 160: 0119 Someone come over, feed Yin Gongzi some cookies (Please subscribe)_2 Felt like the authority of the referee was being challenged.
But he didn’t want to think about it.
Stam is the guy who isn’t even afraid of Ferguson, and stitches up his own brow on the sidelines.
Provoked, he’d still throw a punch at the referee without hesitation.
“It’s a free kick from the left for Juventus.”
“This position is dangerous, well within Nedved’s range.”
“Huang Kaiwen has also ran back to defend near the penalty area, he’s been very active today.”
“Nedved takes a run-up…
Dida blocks the ball, and players from both sides rush into the penalty box.”
“Trezeguet is really fast, Huang Kaiwen is charging up, magnificent!!!
Huang Kaiwen gets there first, hooks the ball with his left foot, a counterclockwise Marseille turn.”
Huang Kaiwen’s Marseille turn took it past Dida, who couldn’t hold on, and sent it spinning into the goal.”
“Both sets of players were stunned.”
“No one expected that the one to breach AC Milan’s net would be Huang Kaiwen.”
“Huang Kaiwen scored his first own goal of his career, and it was a spectacular one at that.”
Zhang couldn’t help but laugh.
Huang Kaiwen stood with his hands on his hips in the penalty area.
Staring dead at the goal where the cheeky ball continued to bounce around.
He didn’t know what to say for a moment.
When he first got the “Marseille Turn Own Goal” trait.
He thought his mind was playing tricks on him, to perform a Marseille turn in his own penalty area.
Turns out, it was his own poor judgment.
What a slap in the face.
“Don’t take it to heart, own goals are unavoidable when defending.”
Dida said, patting Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder.
“Right, Kevin, it wasn’t on purpose,”
Maldini wrapped his arm around Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder and said, “Even if it’s even now, the victory will still be ours in the end.”
Actually, he wasn’t feeling too down.
Just now he was wondering if there was a bonus for scoring an own goal.
“Paul once scored an own goal too, just 35 seconds into the game!”
Nesta said nonchalantly, earning a glare from Maldini.
Seeing Huang Kaiwen wasn’t too cheerful.
Maldini continued, “Christian insisted on coming to San Siro when he heard you were playing, that kid really admires you.”
“Then he has good taste,” Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
“After the game, talk to him for me, he’s recently joined the Milan training camp but is always pretending to be sick to get out of practice,”
Huang Kaiwen looked at Maldini.
Realizing Maldini wasn’t looking at him, Huang Kaiwen breathed a sigh of relief.
The kid Christian was a natural.
At such a young age, already preparing to advance to the final stage of life.
Huang Kaiwen thought of himself at 9, still striving to score a double hundred on his tests.
He felt an inexplicable sense of shame.
Compared to the Young Master.
He, Huang, was much less perceptive.
That child Christian, to be so terrifying!
But the Young Master was still inexperienced.
He really should have a word with the Young Master.
To slack off before even getting a first-team contract.
Isn’t it a bit early?
Talent also needs guidance.
Only then can it follow the right path.
“Brother, that goal you just scored by dribbling past the goalkeeper was awesome!”
Huang Kaiwen returned to the center circle, and Inzaghi approached him to say.
Milan restarted the game.
Kaka saw Camoranesi guarding Huang Kaiwen like a bodyguard.
He chose to dribble and break through on his own.
A Kaka unaffected by injuries looked how?
Pale as jade, spirited, gallantly dressed, and as fast as lightning.
When he surged forward, almost nobody could stop him.
A few simple feints and he had already bypassed several players.
The final pass cut through directly into the box.
But Thiuram cleared it ahead of time.
The main referee blew the half-time whistle.
Back in the locker room.
Inzaghi was still teasing Huang Kaiwen’s Marseille turn own goal.
“Brother, that goal was so cool, tricking both Trezeguet and Nelson, to dribble past two people in such a tight space, I definitely couldn’t do it.”
“Stop it, Kevin didn’t do it on purpose.”
Dida covered Inzaghi’s mouth to prevent him from speaking.
Even so, Inzaghi continued to struggle, shouting “own goal” from his mouth.
“Take Filippo off,” Kaka suddenly looked at Ancelotti.
Inzaghi’s body softened, he stopped struggling, and looked pitifully at Ancelotti.
Ancelotti smiled and clapped his hands saying, “Okay, enough fooling around.
Let’s talk about the first half of the game.
Today the defense made many mistakes, adjust yourselves.”
“Yes, boss,” Maldini muttered.
Thinking to himself that he still had to continue disciplining the kids at home.
“Camoranesi is marking Kevin tightly.
In the second half, I’m planning to substitute a forward with another midfielder, so Filippo and Luca, one of you will be leaving the field,” Ancelotti continued.
Inzaghi didn’t make any more noise.
He looked down, not knowing what to think.
“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely pass the ball to you if I get the chance,”
Huang Kaiwen sat next to him, put an arm around Inzaghi’s shoulder and said.
They had a quick bite to eat.
After replenishing their energy.
The entire Milan team returned to the field amidst the singing of the fans’ team anthem.
“The Milan fans are chanting Huang Kaiwen’s name, it’s to comfort him, to tell him not to mind the own goal.”
“Haha, that’s true, but thinking about that goal still makes me want to laugh.
Huang Kaiwen’s own goals are so spectacular,” Zhang said unabashedly, smiling as he spoke.
“The second half starts, Juventus knocks the ball back.”
“Vieira takes the ball in the backfield past Inzaghi.”
“Kaka rushes toward Vieira.”
“Vieira turns and passes back, Kaka has no chance, the opposition in terms of physical confrontation is not on the same level.”
Pesotto takes the ball on the left flank and makes another break along the sideline.
Gattuso is already prepared.
As soon as Pesotto dribbles past the halfway line, Gattuso charges over.
Pesotto hurriedly makes a lobbed pass.