After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 791 - 287 Eleven versus Eleven, We Will Not Lose (Please Subscribe)_4

But by the 80th minute, the Chelsea players’ stamina had declined severely.

It was precisely because he knew this that Huang Kaiwen chose to take the ball on a long breakaway.

One could say he was waiting for this moment.

Past the halfway line, Huang Kaiwen left Makélélé behind him, the distance between the two growing larger and larger.

Ashley Cole made his decision in an instant, decisively abandoning Sneijder and rushing toward the flank.

In the corner of his eye,

Huang Kaiwen also saw Ashley Cole.

The guy’s speed hadn’t decreased much, and if Cole managed to get in front of him, Huang Kaiwen wasn’t confident he could get past him today.

Knowing he couldn’t wait any longer, he bent over and pushed forward another two steps, then, carrying the momentum, swung his left foot and slammed it into the underside of the ball.

Bang—

Ashley Cole stuck out his foot first, but he was a bit too far away and still couldn’t block Huang Kaiwen’s long shot.

The ball, still a great distance from the penalty area on the right, flew towards the penalty area like a cannonball at an angle.

Raul and several Chelsea defenders were almost instantly left behind by the flight of the ball.

With Ashley Cole not in front and no one to block the long shot from the right, the ball flew unimpeded to the goal where Cudicini leaped to the side, diving at it. He didn’t even see the ball’s trajectory clearly but relied on feeling alone to make the save. When he didn’t feel the impact on his gloves, he knew, the ball was in.

Dead silence!

The entire Bernabéu Stadium was like it had hit the pause button.

Even Capello, who always had faith in Huang Kaiwen, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

This goal, compared to Huang Kaiwen’s solo run from the backfield, might have been lacking a bit, but with the goalkeeper position, the gloves he wore, and the solo goal all combined, it just felt very discordant.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"Goal! Goal! Goal!!!"

Crudeli remained faithful to his job, shouting passionately in the broadcast booth.

"A goalkeeper scoring after a solo run from his own position, who else? Who else can achieve this!?"

"After bypassing four players on the right, he launched a world-class shot from 38 meters away from the goal, the shot’s speed had surpassed 150 kilometers per hour, Cudicini had no chance."

"I once said that Kevin only needed to play alongside Yassin, and just the two of them could defeat the World Champions. This time, I need to correct myself, Kevin standing on the goal line picking off Gilardino’s shot, then relying on his own ability to get past all the Italian players, and finally breaching Buffon’s guarded net!"

"The easiest high-paying job in the world is playing football alongside Kevin."

"Kevin, during an interview, said that when he relaxes, he likes to play some games; perhaps to him, football is also a kind of game, playing in the UEFA Champions League is just a form of relaxation."

"No matter how noble the blood of royalty, they can’t compare to the divine, the Spanish prince announced that apart from being an Atletico Madrid fan, he is also a fan of Kevin; it couldn’t be more normal. He probably wants to forge a good relationship with Kevin before being crowned, a smart Bourbon prince."

"Likewise, the Aulic Royal Family which owns the Order of the Golden Fleece, may already be making moves."

"The House of Habsburg looking to make a comeback needs better successors. I suspect one day, they’ll sneak around to rummage through Kevin’s trash!!!"

Huang Kaiwen rushed to the corner flag and executed a perfect backflip.

He set Bernabéu Stadium ablaze and reminded Ballack of some unpleasant memories.

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

The Meringue fans on the stands shoulder to shoulder, shouting Huang Kaiwen’s name.

Watching football at the Bernabéu, you just need to get hyped.

Winning the game, they don’t even need to worry about that.

In front of the TV, Buffon put down his glass of wine and pushed his girlfriend off him with a sigh.

If Huang Kaiwen could keep playing as a goalkeeper, even being overshadowed in various awards wouldn’t matter.

But Buffon knew it was impossible.

He saw something unusual in the recent activities of Real Madrid’s former president.

The frequent connections between Huang Kaiwen and other teams made Buffon very uneasy.

If that number ten were to wear the red and black striped shirt again.

In various competitions, they could meet more than six times under unfortunate circumstances.

It would be the biggest nightmare of his life.

No way.

Absolutely not!

Buffon picked up his phone from the coffee table and called the editor of the "Turin Sport Report," "I’m Gigi, yes, I’ve got something else to say about Kevin. I suggest UEFA creates an award for collecting championship medals from the top four leagues in European competition points. It encourages players to go out, promoting the exchange and development of European football. I propose that this award be named the Kevin Award. He proved himself in different leagues, and I really hope Kevin can win the inaugural Kevin Award. I’m his super fan..."

[Huang Kaiwen that bastard.]

"I can see now, Huang Kaiwen is really petty. He had a butterfinger moment last time, and today he’s picking on goalies to find a stage."

"There’s nothing you can do, Huang Kaiwen has that kind of ability, so I really doubt whether that lost ball was a mistake of his."

"It should be, although Huang Kaiwen likes to play with ladyboy accounts to deceive us decent folks and manipulate awards, his sportsmanship is quite reliable."

"Right, after that penalty kick he missed in last season’s UEFA Champions League final, I felt Huang Kaiwen was damn handsome! He also speaks very appropriately in public, and his award acceptance speeches are always great."

"I saw him give a lecture at Northern University of Science and Technology, and Huang Kaiwen is actually quite easy-going."

"Damn, what’s going on, another red card? Anelka is pissed off after being outdone by Huang Kaiwen and commits a foul from behind, Huang Kaiwen got up so quickly to stop his teammate."

"If Huang Kaiwen hadn’t gotten up to pull people back, Anelka probably couldn’t walk out of Bernabéu today."

"I didn’t like Anelka much when he left Arsenal, and he was particularly annoying at Real Madrid, too. He plays well, but his agent brother is too disgusting."

"Didn’t expect the match to end with a bit of excitement, 2:1 is a score Chelsea can accept, and both sides have a chance to advance."

Finally pulling his teammates apart.

Ramos still received a yellow card.

Just a few seconds of stoppage time was left, but the referee blew the whistle for the end of the match.

Raul walked to the sideline with his hands over his eyes.

"I think you should really get yourself insured, ask the insurance company if they can compensate you for being hit by a teammate."

Guti joked.

Raul hurried his steps, not wanting to let Guti have the last laugh.

"Look at this guy, can’t take a joke at all."

Guti leaned on Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder and laughed.

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself, if you got injured by teammates more than ten times in a season, you’d be upset, too.

Walking to the side of the pitch amidst jokes and laughter with his teammates, Huang Kaiwen saw Mourinho still arguing with the referee.

A straight red, there was nothing to argue about, a foul from behind in the box against the goalie, and it triggered a clash between the teams.

If it weren’t for the Yellow Ball King holding them back, given the short distance,

By the time the referee arrived, Ramos and Pepe would have already punched Anelka’s head off.

"Kevin, join the press conference with us," Capello approached and said.

"Alright, coach."

Press conference venue.

Mourinho no longer held the calm he had at the beginning of the session.

He emanated a strong sense of aggression.

Dissatisfied, Mourinho said, "That was definitely not a red card offense. Nicolas Anelka is not a bad guy; he’s just impulsive. We need to be more patient with technical players... As for today’s game, I don’t have much to say. If it was 11 against 11, we definitely wouldn’t have lost."