After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 789 - 0287 Eleven versus Eleven, We Won’t Lose (Please Subscribe)_2

Torres asked.

Huang Kaiwen clutched his temples.

Torres was losing confidence.

Ah, Huang the Bully had to be responsible for feeding the younger teammates some motivational soup, damn it.

"Everyone has been through this. You see, Cassano has been criticized even more times than you have, and you know Guti and Raul, right? The newspapers haven’t stopped criticizing them since they were promoted to the first team. Fans also feel they don’t deserve to start for Real Madrid just because of one poor performance, so this isn’t a big deal. You haven’t experienced this kind of situation before, right?"

Huang Kaiwen said.

Almost every player will be questioned by their own fans.

Only a few can escape criticism from fans; after all, nobody can shine throughout their entire career.

Except for the Yellow Ball King.

"It does seem that way."

Feeling a bit better, Torres nodded.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and nodded.

"That’s why you have to keep your confidence, and not let the flame of hope in your heart be extinguished."

Huang Kaiwen reached out, pulled Torres up, and said: "In the place where ginkgo and walnut leaves flutter, the fire also burns endlessly. As long as the hope in your heart doesn’t die out, one day it’s bound to burst forth with amazing energy. If you persevere and keep trying, maybe in the future fans will be surprised and say: Fernando Torres? What’s his relation to the world’s number one full-back Miguel Torres!"

"Kevin..."

"Come on!" Huang Kaiwen patted Torres on the shoulder and said.

The notion that hard work pays off is just a way to fool naive kids.

It’s highly unlikely Miguel would even touch Fernando’s heel, but what does that matter.

The Yellow Ball King never skimped on giving others hope.

Saying a few nice words doesn’t cost anything.

Just in case Miguel Torres really exploded onto the scene, becoming the next Carlos or Cafu, during his interviews he’d surely have to mention his soul mentor from three generations back, cough cough, the Yellow Ball King.

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"Come on, Madrid! Come on, Madrid!"

The Meringues were looking forward to an even more splendid second half.

But the development of the game didn’t move according to their will.

Dull!

Chelsea’s substitution and formation change didn’t mean their defensive ability would decrease.

Essien moving to play full-back alongside Terry to defend the right flank actually strengthened Chelsea’s defensive line. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

In the 0708 season, Chelsea’s defense probably had the strongest overall strength. Manchester United had problems with their right full-back position, Milan’s defenders were too old, and other big teams’ defenses had some issues, more or less.

Only Chelsea’s defense was in their prime and in good form.

Essien was in his peak season, Ashley Cole was one of the best left full-backs, Terry was very strong with almost no weaknesses, and Carvalho was Chelsea’s most outstanding player this season.

Without their offensive core, Real Madrid players really didn’t have many options.

Robben, the best at breaking through in the front, had his playing habits clearly understood by his former teammates.

He also didn’t find many opportunities on the right flank.

Real Madrid could only press high up and launch an assault on Chelsea.

At the 66th minute, Lampard’s accurate long pass sent the ball to the front, Drogba and Ramos rushed towards the ball, one in front and one behind.

Huang Kaiwen rushed out of the penalty area but was still a step slow, Drogba poked the ball with his left foot, and it went around Huang Kaiwen’s right side, Drogba rushing forward to receive the ball again.

Ramos, taking advantage of Drogba’s deceleration, harassed him from behind.

Although facing an empty net, Drogba still couldn’t find the chance to shoot.

He could only carry the ball diagonally toward the left flank to shake off Ramos, then Drogba turned and took a shot.

The shot was flawed.

The ball wasn’t very fast, and Huang Kaiwen, who had rushed back from outside the penalty area, kept closing the distance with the ball. However, inside the small box, he was still a few dozen centimeters from the ball.

The Meringues behind the goal felt they were about to concede again.

But the next second, Huang Kaiwen accelerated again and quickly lowered his center of gravity, sliding in front of the goal with his arms extended, stopping the ball on the line, while he himself crashed into the net.

Drogba quickly rushed up ready for a follow-up shot, but Huang Kaiwen quickly made a second save, blocking Drogba’s shot with his hand.

"It’s out of bounds, corner kick!"

"Huang Kaiwen dared to charge out, and he’s really accurate, too. Those two saves were beautiful, his reaction speed is truly fast. No wonder he was able to eliminate Liverpool from the goal line."

"But another corner kick, got to be careful. Chelsea evened the score in the first half through a corner kick."

"Near post! Pepe headed the ball out, but it’s still with Chelsea players, passed back to Makélélé, Makélélé sends a lob to Lampard who goes for a header, it’s blocked!"

"Huang Kaiwen pushed the ball out, it’s another corner kick."

Drogba gritted his teeth, feeling numb.

The first shot he didn’t hit well was saved, but he couldn’t believe the second shot was saved too. What kind of devilish reaction speed was this?

Drogba glanced between Huang Kaiwen’s legs with his eyes.

He consoled himself, remembering something he read in a magazine that fast reactors tend to last only 3 seconds.

Huang Kaiwen gave Ramos a push.

"Huh? Did I block you, Kevin?"

Ramos asked.

"No, you go to the back post."

Huang Kaiwen said in a muffled voice.

Ramos nodded and retreated silently, leaving the middle open.

Joe Cole, after a run-up, took the corner again.

Pepe and Ballack at the near post both missed the header, and the ball went straight to the center of the small box.

As Drogba jumped, Huang Kaiwen thrust his legs and extended his arms, plucking the ball right above Drogba’s head.

Huang Kaiwen ran forward a few steps, ready to hand toss for a counter-attack.

Drogba came from behind disturbing him, and Huang Kaiwen didn’t manage to throw the ball at the first attempt, giving Chelsea players some time to fall back.