After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 797 - 0289 Pink Eye Young Master, Cartoonist Torres (Please Subscribe)

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin has made history again."

"In a sport that has been around for over a hundred years, I never thought there would be more novelty, more surprises. The passion that football brings was gradually fading with the daily mechanical repetition of familiar scenes, yet my love for Milan remains unchanged."

"I was still wondering how Kevin could save Real Madrid today, facing a Chelsea that had parked the bus on the field, maybe Kevin should use a free-kick to break through the opponent’s goal."

"But Kevin... forgive my lack of imagination, as there seems to be no Italian adjectives appropriate enough; I never anticipated just one kick could produce three red cards, especially in such an important UEFA Champions League match."

"Last match, Kevin performed the first-ever long-range goalkeeper goal in UEFA Champions League history, and today, with one kick, three red cards: two matches creating new history."

"The Russian tycoon got what he wanted, Chelsea will be world famous, Mourinho was right, he is indeed exceptional. In both UEFA Champions League matches, he became the background for Kevin’s historical-making, the first one to do so, and when the match is over, he can still be proud because losing to Kevin is no disgrace."

"When he meets Rijkaard next time, Mourinho can still maintain his psychological edge. Famous coaches around the world can only hope to lose by fewer goals when facing Kevin."

"The world coach rankings should give only half points to Kevin’s coach, and then according to how many goals they lose by against Kevin, award them corresponding points."

"If one day, someone manages to lead a team to defeat Kevin, well, that’s even less likely than the Earth blowing up, but we should keep the hope alive. If such a miracle were to happen, whoever leads a team to defeat Kevin would be undisputedly the best coach in football history!"

Mourinho was not in a good mood, however.

As a combative coach, even when winning he couldn’t resist firing shots in a press conference if things weren’t to his liking.

Now Chelsea had just received three red cards, and he was about to explode!

Mourinho was so agitated, he felt like punching Vander twice.

Right!

It was this German who had previously praised Real Madrid’s number ten in the newspapers.

His judgment this time was subjective.

Embraced by Boas, Mourinho had already thought of the theme for the post-match press conference.

"Let me go, Villas."

Mourinho said calmly as he gave up struggling.

Villas-Boas looked at Mourinho with surprise and concern; he didn’t want Mourinho to do anything foolish. If he hit the referee, it wouldn’t just be a matter of a few matches’ suspension.

"Let go, I’m fine now."

Mourinho said again.

Boas released his arms.

Mourinho did not actually rush up to cause trouble for Herbert Fandel.

But he made a gesture towards the stands.

A very controversial gesture.

Mourinho clenched both fists and crossed his wrists; it was the gesture of being handcuffed!

It was Mourinho expressing his dissatisfaction.

Signaling that his team had suffered unfair treatment.

The boos at Stamford Bridge Stadium grew fiercer, and Boas covered his forehead, unable to watch.

It was over.

All over!

Referee Vander went to the sidelines again, pointing towards the player’s tunnel, not even allowing Mourinho on the stands anymore.

Boas and the other coaches quickly pulled Mourinho away to minimize his punishment.

After Mourinho left the stadium, Boas and the other coaches discussed making substitutions.

The reason they didn’t substitute a player right away was because the result of this penalty, whether it went in or not, would affect their subsequent strategy.

If it didn’t go in, they would definitely defend, trying to knock out Real Madrid with an away goal.

If it was scored, they would have to try to score another goal with only nine players, to drag the game into overtime.

Cudicini looked at the Real Madrid players discussing who would take the penalty in front of the box.

There was still a glimmer of hope within him.

Having enjoyed 80 minutes of the match, he did not want to face Huang Kaiwen in the last few minutes.

After the last game, he watched the replay over and over; Huang Kaiwen’s long-range shot was indeed beyond his reach.

Not to mention its speed, but also because it hardly spun, making the ball’s trajectory a bit erratic.

On TV, it seemed straightforward.

But as a goalkeeper, he knew all too well. That elusive trajectory, which on TV is just a minor shake, could result in missing a save opportunity on the field.

If it was Huang Kaiwen taking it, he could put flair into the penalty as well.

In case of a volley backflip penalty or a fake move with the left foot before the right, he definitely couldn’t stop it and would become just a backdrop.

They were all once part of AC Milan; his father was even named after Capello, should he not give some face?

"Kevin, you take the penalty."

Raul said.

He was willing to take responsibility, but Raul had more confidence in Huang Kaiwen than in himself.

This penalty was crucial for Real Madrid’s progression to the semifinals, and at such times, it was best to let the most reliable person handle it.

"Right, Kevin, you take it."

Guti agreed, nodding.

Huang Kaiwen nodded,

In truth, he wanted to let his good friend Ramos take it, since Ramos hadn’t scored much since returning to Real Madrid.

But with the pressure of such a situation, it was better he did it himself.

Huang Kaiwen picked up the ball and walked to the 12-yard spot.

Cudicini’s face went entirely dark.

A deafening chorus of boos rose from Stamford Bridge Stadium.

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

"Boo!"