Torres burst into the penalty area amidst several players, already feeling a bit out of breath.

He quickly used the inside of his foot to nudge the ball towards the area behind the arc.

Terry and Alex were focused on the left side, and only when they saw Huang Kaiwen with the ball did they rush towards him.

Huang Kaiwen stopped the ball with the inside of his right foot, then immediately nudged it with his right foot to dodge Terry’s foot.

At this moment, Huang Kaiwen was already swinging his arm to prepare for a shot, but Alex ran over from behind Terry to block.

This defense was very timely.

Cech standing in front of the goal breathed a sigh of relief.

Huang Kaiwen’s twisted stance made it difficult to chip a shot to the left side, so standing on this side, he didn’t need to worry about the other side of the goal.

With over half of the defensive area covered, Cech gained a lot of confidence.

But in the next second, Cech’s eyes widened.

Because Huang Kaiwen’s shot was completely unexpected.

It wasn’t a strike but a sliding shot!

As soon as the ball was kicked, it was clearly heading outside the post.

A mistake?

Impossible!

Cech didn’t believe that Huang Kaiwen would make a mistake.

Instinctively, he dove to make a save and saw the ball cutting a bizarre arc towards the goal. He guessed correctly, but his reaction was slow. In the process of diving, Cech closed his eyes, and the ball slipped into the goal right beside his hand.

The sound of the ball brushing against the net was heard. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Cech knew that the ball was in.

Chelsea had just scored, and Huang Kaiwen immediately retaliated.

The excited Milan Players rushed towards Huang Kaiwen from all directions.

"Goal!"

"Kevin Goal!"

"A signature Kevin-style goal, the curve of this ball is like the effect of a snooker shot hitting the side of the ball with a cue."

"But this kind of bending ground ball is nothing to Kevin."

"Cech exposed a large portion of the goal during the defense. Kevin could have easily faked out Alex and Terry with a beautiful long-range lob but didn’t want to embarrass his former teammates, choosing instead a ground curve ball."

"This goal can be said to be a close-range version of Kevin’s long-distance bending free kick, which even many scientists couldn’t explain. They certainly can’t explain it now."

"Perhaps Newton’s laws apply to everyone except Kevin!"

Terry gestured apologetically to Cech, implying he’d done all he could, but there was no way to stop this.

Cech didn’t curse.

Damn!

This goal was really hard to defend.

Because of the curve, he initially judged that the ball was heading outside the post.

Even though his body didn’t relax, his brain lifted the danger alert.

But soon he realized something was wrong, yet it was too late by then.

From the arc to the goal is only 20.15 meters away; being a moment too slow missed the best timing.

Sigh.

Cech shook his head, bending down to scoop the ball from the net.

It wasn’t an issue of his ability; the deception of this goal was too high.

Clement enthusiastically pumped his fist on the sidelines, not forgetting to shout onto the field: "Pass to Kevin more, give the ball to Kevin when there’s a chance."

He despised Mourinho and Guardiola’s veiled intentions.

Clement relies on Huang Kaiwen; is it wrong to pass the ball to the best player?

From the stands, Abramovich fished out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket.

Marina curiously asked: "Roman, it’s already dark, why wear sunglasses?"

"I can’t watch this anymore. I’ll take a nap; wake me up when the match is over."

Abramovich said.

Marina didn’t ask further.

Because she understood what Abramovich meant.

Leaving now wouldn’t be good, as it would upset the fans.

So he’s decided to stay here until the match ends.

After the restart, Chelsea’s passing speed increased.

Bale’s goal reignited their hope of equalizing, but that hope was quickly extinguished, leaving them with a sense of desperation filled with destructive desire.

This destructive desire on the field turned into faster running, faster passing, using strength and body to vent.

Ancelotti frowned while watching, a bit worried about the ball possession issue.

Chelsea was never a team that continuously passed like this.

Not that they aren’t technically capable; they just never practiced it.

Mourinho coached this team for many years, and his influence was ingrained to the bone.

Huntelaar, dropping back to receive the ball, was immediately pressed by Rakitic. Rakitic, very clever with his feet, feinted a stretch without going for the tackle, forcing Huntelaar to turn with the ball.

Just as Huntelaar turned with the ball, Rakitic decisively stretched out his foot to poke the ball away.

As Rakitic chased forward, Huntelaar already grabbed his arm, both awkwardly falling behind the arc.

Kaka took the initiative to run over and poked the ball back to his own half with a kick.

Zambrotta paused slightly upon receiving the ball and quickly switched to his preferred right foot to chip it forward.

The ball lofted far towards Chelsea’s left penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen judged the landing point but didn’t sprint at full speed.

Even so, Ramires could only trail behind him.

Huang Kaiwen, inherently gifted, coupled with London being not far from Manchester, benefits from intercepting Bolt’s traits, so even if Bolt came to London, he’d have to brace himself for a tough challenge.

Ferreira saw something was amiss and quickly charged up.

At this moment, Huang Kaiwen suddenly extended his left foot long to cushion the descending ball underneath.