After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 80 - 0078 What is Tmall Returning Request for Monthly Votes and Recommendation Votes

80: 0078 What is Tmall Returning (Request for Monthly Votes and Recommendation Votes)

80: 0078 What is Tmall Returning (Request for Monthly Votes and Recommendation Votes)

Thuram anticipated the play and ran forward, trying to intercept the pass.

But he misjudged the situation.

The ball flew past him once again.

And Cannavaro hadn’t even had time to react.

The ball was already behind him.

Huang Kaiwen’s pass curved elaborately, threading between the two top defenders to the edge of the penalty area on the right.

Shevchenko, vigilant as always, quickly took off.

“Damn it.”

Zambrotta realized he was too slow.

He urgently grabbed with one hand, closing in on him.

Many AC Milan fans had already stood up, leaning forward and fixating on the field.

What a chance.

If they could score a goal.

They could equalize the score.

The two men entangled and rushed into the penalty area.

Zambrotta never found the chance to tackle and take the ball away.

But Shevchenko, being closely marked, couldn’t get his footwork right to take a shot either.

They were nearing the end line.

Shevchenko still hadn’t found an opportunity.

In this situation, he hurriedly tried with his left foot, backheeling with the outside of his boot.

It was a desperate attempt, as if trying to heal a dead horse.

Using his weaker foot, he didn’t manage to give it much power.

The ball rolled feebly toward the goal.

Buffon casually blocked the ball with his foot and stopped it.

AC Milan fans held their heads, a sigh of disappointment filling the air.

Such a good pass went to waste.

“Huang Kaiwen’s pass was too exaggerated, that kick was like Beckham on the left flank,”

“I often saw such passes in matches with Manchester United.”

Zhang was somewhat surprised as he said, “I remember he made similar passes in the first half of the season, and back then I thought it was a fluke, but now it’s clear there are no flukes, his technique is just that superior.”

“Beckham said his bending balls came from practicing shooting at tires, what about Huang Kaiwen?”

“With no professional training, does Huang Kaiwen just have such natural talent?”

Chinese fans watching on TV were equally astounded.

Beckham’s skill was the result of hard work.

And yet Huang Kaiwen, still a student, could kick a bending ball just like Beckham’s.

Online forums went wild with discussion.

“Damn, that’s too exaggerated.”

“Now that Zhang said it, it really seems so unfair.

Others train hard, day in and day out for years, and yet their peak is just your starting point.”

“There’s nothing you can do, everyone is born with different talents.

Beckham was also the target of envy for many, I’ve been playing soccer since elementary school and still haven’t reached the heights of Beckham’s time in Manchester United’s youth squad.”

“Talent is something determined at birth, you can only say Huang Kaiwen’s talent is even more incredible.”

“What’s the use of incredible talent if he doesn’t play for the national team?”

“How can you say he doesn’t play for the country!

He was injured both times he was called up, he can’t just come back and play hurt, can he?”

“Who knows if those injuries were real or fake?”

“Fake injuries?

He missed quite a few games for Milan because of his injuries this season, Huang Kaiwen has been injured over ten times already, sometimes I even worry he’ll retire early like Basten.”

“Yeah, but I’m more curious about when he’ll debut for the national team.”

“Who knows, Huang Kaiwen gets injured so much, when he’ll make his debut is entirely up to luck.”

Huang Kaiwen’s outstanding performance had already caught the attention of the national team.

But he had yet to play for them.

What can you do?

In fact, the national team had called him up not twice, but five times.

Unfortunately, every time the national team saw Huang Kaiwen performing well for Milan, they wanted him to return to serve the country.

Especially right after he had played a full match for Milan.

That’s when they’d call him.

Telling him to play one more match and then come back home.

But just after using the “Immunity Card,” Huang Kaiwen’s chance of injury skyrocketed.

He’d get injured in the next match.

So he had yet to play a match for the national team.

The fans back home were still hopeful.

But that was wishful thinking.

Without solving the “Abnormal State: Injury Proneness,” Huang Kaiwen was unlikely to participate in national games.

With only one “Immunity Card” per month, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t just stop playing for Milan for a month, pretending to be dead and then go back home to play a friendly match, could he?

Wouldn’t that make him like Sanchez?

Drawing a high salary while injured in Manchester United, but energetic when playing for the country.

And even if he were willing to be like Sanchez, making excuses not to play for a month.

Anche couldn’t possibly be assured to let him serve the country then.

He couldn’t just tell Fat Ancelotti that he was putting on a performance.

That he’s in great condition, eating well, just not keen on playing soccer for him.

Even with Fat Ancelotti’s good temper, he’d have to get rid of Huang Kaiwen then, right?

So it’s a dilemma with no solution.

…

After the game restarted, Juventus targeted Huang Kaiwen specifically.

One time, he dribbled past three players in front of the penalty area.

Twice, he delivered long-distance direct passes into the box.

This kind of attacking power scared Juventus.

If they didn’t target Huang Kaiwen, then Capello might as well resign.

Taking advantage of a dead ball occasion,

Capello called Zambrotta to the sidelines and made tactical adjustments.

When Milan launched another attack,

The Milan fans were surprised to find that Huang Kaiwen now had a “personal bodyguard.”

Camoranesi completely changed his previous style.

He no longer participated in attacks.

He just followed Huang Kaiwen around.

Camoranesi, the Argentine player, didn’t quite embody the South American style.

He was proactive in his movement, with excellent physical conditioning.

His technique wasn’t that great.

It appeared plain and unadorned.

However, his tactical execution was very strong.

Thus, Camoranesi, disdained by the Argentina team, was called up by the Italy team.

And became national teammates with his club companions.

As Maldini took the ball to midfield,

Camoranesi quickly stuck to Huang Kaiwen.

He even put his hands on Huang Kaiwen’s back as if to support him in vain.

Just waiting for the right moment to intervene.

The front-row Milan fans couldn’t stand it anymore and started berating Camoranesi’s family.

“Viper.”

“Bastard.”

“Damn trash.”

“You South American thug, take your filthy hands off.”

San Siro resounded with furious swearing.

Seeing this, Maldini could only continue to dribble forward.

Huang Kaiwen ran.

Camoranesi also ran alongside him.

That’s what the coach had instructed.

He didn’t need to worry about anything else; his only job was to keep an eye on Huang Kaiwen.

Maldini would be handled by his teammates.

Emerson stepped up to defend.

Smack,

Maldini nudged the ball forward.

Then he accelerated, using his body to forcefully break through.

Emerson’s arm was already resting on Maldini’s shoulder.

His center of gravity was also leaning on the Milan captain.

The two grappled and pushed forward.

At that moment,

Maldini accelerated again.

The unsteady Emerson fell down onto the turf.

“Beautiful!”

“Maldini has shaken off the forwards to get the ball.”

“Is he going to pass to the middle?”

After observing,

even with Camoranesi and Pesotto close by Huang Kaiwen,

Maldini still felt it was worth a try.

Smack—

The Milan captain made a quick poke.

The ball swiftly passed between Camoranesi and Pesotto, racing towards the end line.

The ball was fast.

Maldini wanted Huang Kaiwen to use his speed to break free.

He wasn’t worried at all.

After all, Huang Kaiwen was in excellent form today.

The Milan forwards, who had missed several chances, also watched Huang Kaiwen’s movements.

They were just waiting for an opportunity to rush in for a shot.

Thuram charged at Huang Kaiwen.

He saw Huang Kaiwen, just as the ball was about to cross the end line, make a sharp cut-back turn.

Dammit.

Thuram was furious.

Would it be okay just once, but you want to do it again?

You think you can take the French international lightly?

Thuram got serious as well.

He lunged forward.

Do you fucking think you can just knock the ball back and then wrap around from the baseline into the box again?

Fine.

I’ll let you knock it back, but you’re not getting in.

As they neared the end line,

Thuram exerted force in his feet again.

At 85 kilograms, 187 centimeters, he charged at Huang Kaiwen like a black tank.

Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball over from before him.

Thuram then brutally slammed into Huang Kaiwen, crashing into the billboards with a loud bang before coming to a stop.

The French defender was ecstatic,

feeling a sinful pleasure from committing a stealthy misdeed.

But when he turned around,

his eyes widened in shock.

Because the situation inside the box was completely different from what he had expected.

The previous time, Huang Kaiwen had let the ball roll along the end line towards the goal to facilitate his return to the box for another pass.

But this time, it was completely different.

Huang Kaiwen’s last touch was a back-heel pass, flicking the ball back to Inzaghi.

Faced with the opportunity delivered to his feet,

Inzaghi swung his leg for a volley.

The ball zoomed past Buffon’s right side into the net.

Inzaghi, who hadn’t scored in a while, was extremely excited.

But then he turned and saw to the side that Huang Kaiwen was pinned against the billboard by a man weighing 190 pounds.

He was livid.

Inzaghi quickly rushed to the sideline and pushed away Thuram, who was pressing down on Huang Kaiwen.

Meanwhile, Ancelotti was hopping mad on the sideline, belting out in tenor:

“Medic, Medic!!!”