After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 799 - 0289 Pink Eye Young Master, Cartoonist Torres (Please Subscribe)_3

"Fuck, I need to start saving up too, I really want to buy an Effenberg jersey."

Boas sighed.

In the end, they still couldn’t stop it.

He turned his head to look at the bench, signaling Malouda and Shevchenko to warm up.

Anelka was suspended, Chelsea didn’t have many in-form strikers available.

Even if they were short on men, they still needed to field attacking players.

They had to fight back when behind in the score.

Capello looked onto the field, somewhat wanting to substitute Huang Kaiwen off the pitch.

He had recently updated his divination equipment.

Today’s divination was a mix of good and bad omens.

But in this situation, if Chelsea actually scored, Kevin wouldn’t be able to come back on after being subbed off.

Capello raised his right hand, the match probably had only a few minutes left, so he decided to hold on.

After the substitution, Chelsea was dangerously top-heavy.

With two red cards in midfield, and Lampard and Essien taken off, the midfield was completely empty.

This retro five-forward tactic appeared once again on the English pitch.

It was the English who had invented the 1-2-3-5 formation.

The introduction of the offside rule put a heavier burden on defense, and the multi-forward formations began to decline.

The later WM formation evolved from this change.

As for Chelsea’s attacking cluster, regardless of the effect, their momentum was definitely top-notch.

The team was known for their tenacity, and with the addition of two fresh forces, Sheva dropped back to organize a bit, then gave a pass forward, and Malouda charged ahead.

With one wing-back and five forwards, they held their own against a numerically superior Real Madrid.

After one attempt, Chelsea tried again, and their biggest problem became apparent.

Without midfield support, they had no fallback.

Malouda on the left wing, after facing pressure from Ramos and De Jong, had no way to play the ball.

Ashley Cole ran up in front of him, with not even a teammate to pass back to.

Shevchenko saw this and quickly dropped back, but his intentions were too obvious, and Raul from midfield stuck to him immediately, harassing him.

With no other option, Malouda was forced to pass forcefully, Shevchenko sprinted to start, but Raul quickly stepped in front of Sheva and poked the ball to his teammate. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

In desperation, Sheva tackled De Jong to prevent Real Madrid from counterattacking.

"A tactical foul, nothing to say about that, a warning for this foul is not a problem."

"Yes, the biggest problem for Chelsea now is that they can’t push forward, Real Madrid has so many players in a positional battle, you are outnumbered and have no way to pass and pull, so Shevchenko was forced to foul."

"Chelsea doesn’t have much time left."

After De Jong got up, he bent down to position the ball, and quickly passed it laterally to Guti.

Guti pulled to the side with the ball and, seeing Huang Kaiwen’s position, he immediately lobbed a pass.

The ball flew over Terry and towards Chelsea’s penalty area on the left.

Huang Kaiwen quickly dashed into Chelsea’s penalty box.

Although Chelsea players were actively defending, they were not natural defenders.

The ball landed in the big box and bounced towards the corner of the small box, where Huang Kaiwen, beside Kalou, easily received it, took small steps and continued his diagonal sprint.

Kalou quickly closed in on Huang Kaiwen, narrowing the distance between the two.

Cudicini positioned himself facing Huang Kaiwen, ready to make a save.

Chelsea fans behind the goal couldn’t wait, rising to their feet and staring at the penalty area.

If they conceded again, they would have no chance.

Even if they scored two goals in a row to equalize the aggregate score, they would be eliminated because of the away goals rule.

As for scoring three goals in the remaining 5 minutes? That was almost a dream.

"Shush!"

"Shush!"

"Shush!"

Cudicini kept his eyes on Huang Kaiwen’s feet.

Those small steps seemed to press upon his heart, making it beat furiously.

But he knew this was crucial.

Suppressing his nerves, he prepared for the save.

Just as he was considering whether to charge out, Huang Kaiwen had already reached the front corner of the small box.

Huang Kaiwen powered his calf sideways, and his right foot quickly pushed the back of the ball with the instep.

Bang—

Cudicini reflexively fell and stretched his legs and arms, but still couldn’t stop the ball from rolling towards the right side of the goal.

This not very powerful shot once again penetrated Chelsea’s net.

2:1, 4:2 on aggregate, Real Madrid had turned the game around!

The excited Real Madrid players rushed to the penalty area, spreading their arms, hugging one after another.

The thrill of coming from behind to equalize and then going ahead surpassed everything else in the world.

The gloom of being eliminated was swept away, leaving only joy in their hearts.

"Well done, we must go out in London tonight, it’s on me!" Guti said excitedly.

"Heh, playing with Kevin, I just don’t know how to lose," Ramos said with a smirk, scornful of Guti’s inexperienced display.

"We really should celebrate today, but I’ll skip it," said Raul, who was unable to squeeze into the inner circle.

"What’s the matter?" Huang Kaiwen asked, pushing his teammates away.

"Hojer came to London too, he’s sick, I need to go back to be with him," Raul said, shaking his head with a smile.

"Then let’s celebrate at the hotel, I haven’t seen him in a while anyway," Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"Actually, you don’t have to do that, Kevin," Raul said in discomfort.

Not participating in the celebration was disappointing enough, and without Huang Kaiwen, the hero, what was there to celebrate?

"It’s fine, there’s a bar in the hotel too," Huang Kaiwen said, with his arm around Raul’s shoulder.

Raul could only nod and follow him back.

After the game restarted, Chelsea continued to attack fiercely, but their attitude couldn’t make up for the lack of players.

In the 94th minute, with Sheva’s long shot blocked by Casillas, the referee Vander blew the final whistle, ending the match.