After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1656 - 455: Inzaghi: I’m Bankrupt

Sell two forwards a year, isn’t that tens of millions in a few years?

Thinking about missing out on so much kickback, Calderon is more upset than if Real Madrid were relegated.

This time on a business trip to Milan, he must try to persuade Huang Kaiwen.

Expecting Huang Kaiwen to help him make money seems at least more reliable than buying lottery tickets.

Pedretti took the ball in the backfield, looking for a chance to pass to Perrin up front.

Perrin dribbled quickly past the midfield.

His impact is impressive; this style is popular in Ligue 1.

But Pirlo is very experienced in dealing with fast players.

Pirlo went to the wing to block immediately, forcing Perrin to stop the ball with his high-speed dribble.

Once he stops the ball, he can’t start again.

"Hehe, not every player can change direction while dribbling fast. If he can pass the ball after that, he basically has the ability to play on the wing in top clubs."

"Yes, if he has a long-shot skill, then he’s the new Robben. Perrin needs a big starting space, unlike Robben who can suddenly start with small steps. He was completely defended by Pirlo, so he can only pass it back."

As he passed it back.

Ramos, who was waiting in front, dashed out and intercepted the ball directly.

What’s going on?

If you can’t see the fullback when dribbling, it’s naturally in front.

Ramos took the ball without almost lifting his head, twisted his body with his left foot for support, and swung his right foot outward.

The ball raced from the right flank straight to the left sideline.

At his position, Huang Kaiwen timed the start perfectly and darted off, leaving Ranjir trailing two meters behind in a flash.

Such explosive speed brought cheers again in San Siro.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

Jean Fernandez covered his mouth.

They have quite a few fast players on the wings in his team.

But now, looking at his players, they seem like defective products.

Even without Huang Kaiwen’s exceptional skills, just having a player with such speed and explosive power would give him confidence to reach the UEFA Champions League zone by season end.

Although Ranjir was chasing back, he was keenly aware he couldn’t catch up.

He’s already gritting his teeth, running back with all his might.

Yet the distance between them kept widening.

Huang Kaiwen still outside the penalty area, Minio inside had already turned back to run.

If my speed can’t match yours, I’ll depart earlier.

Let’s admit.

This strategy seemed to have some effect.

After Huang Kaiwen entered the penalty area with the ball, Minio was constantly creeping on Huang Kaiwen’s right side.

Jean Fernandez clenched his fists and subconsciously shouted: "Go on, stick your foot! Stick your foot! Directly intercept the ball!"

Minio also felt it was about time and got ready to seize the opportunity for a direct steal.

At the moment he extended his foot, Huang Kaiwen, who had been dribbling the ball with quick, small steps using his left foot, suddenly powered his lower leg, scraping the ball from the outside of its foot under the left side.

Snap——

A crisp sound echoed as the ball turned into a glowing arc.

Minio instinctively wanted to reach out, but before he could react, the ball had already curved past in front of him.

Soran didn’t dare to extend his hand, because such a cross-field ball was tricky for him to judge its curve.

Grishin lunged to lift his foot, but the arc of the ball was slightly larger than he anticipated, making his effort the perfect backdrop.

Originally slow to start, as Inzaghi saw he couldn’t catch up, he powered up his left foot and surged, just about to swing his right foot when the ball ricocheted off his calf, quickly bouncing towards the goal. Soran had no way to react from such a short distance, and could only stand still watching the ball enter the net.

4:0!

"Inzaghi, Inzaghi again!"

"Inzaghi is unstoppable today!"

"Last time Inzaghi performed this insanely was back in the 05/06 Serie A game AC Milan against Juventus, where he brought his old club Juventus a crucial hat trick. In that match, Huang Kaiwen, instead of claiming his hat trick, allowed Inzaghi to do so by also scoring two goals."

"From this, we can see Huang Kaiwen’s improvement; the match is not even 20 minutes in, yet he’s already assisted Inzaghi four times. I can’t imagine how many goals Inzaghi is going to score today."

Zhang commented cheerfully.

He also could tell Huang Kaiwen was intentionally feeding Inzaghi.

Seven passes into the penalty area resulted in four assists; Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t stop feeding Inzaghi until he vomits today.

Guardiola kept rubbing his temples.

Fortunately, he washes daily, preventing any grime from forming.

Originally, Inzaghi wasn’t in his plans. If Gagliani wanted to offer him a new contract, then let it be. At worst, when needed, Inzaghi could fill in for a few games.

But seeing Inzaghi’s efficiency today.

He started questioning life.

Maybe lacking dribbling ability, not being fast as a forward isn’t an issue?

As long as they can score?

Guardiola felt trapped in a cycle, a dilemma.

Just as he thinks his tactics are right, but the players immediately overthrow his ideas.

Making his tactical plans like a stillbirth.

Every time he has to revise previous tactics.

So Guardiola doesn’t have a definite tactical idea yet.

He can only test his ideas match by match.

Paol Maldini, holding his younger son, pointed to the field and said, "Look, Uncle Filippo is the top scorer, but he’s just an ordinary player, so whether it’s the number nine or ten jersey, you should wear the number three jersey."

The second son, Daniel, folded his arms, sitting reluctantly next to Maldini.

Youth team players occasionally come to watch first-team matches, enhancing their sense of belonging to the club.