After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 306 - 0165 The Flying Dutchman (Please Subscribe)_3

As soon as Puyol saw Huang Kaiwen unguarded in the middle, he quickly rushed over.

But before he could get close, Huang Kaiwen had already twisted his body for a volley shot.

Bang—

The shot was powerful and fast, barely giving Valdes any time to react. The ball had already smashed into the crossbar and flew out of the baseline.

"Goodness, that’s a show of strength right from the start."

"If Huang Kaiwen’s shot had been a little lower, it would have been a goal."

Inzaghi frowned and asked Huang Kaiwen, "Have you been practicing secretly?"

"Hm?"

Huang Kaiwen cocked his head, looking at Inzaghi and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Your shots weren’t this fierce before, don’t underestimate a striker’s intuition," Inzaghi said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I’ve been practicing."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

He hadn’t expected Inzaghi’s observational skills to be so sharp. It was only his first shot of the game, and Inzaghi had already sensed something was off.

"I knew it, you bastard keeping secrets, not even telling me, or I could have given you some tips," Inzaghi complained.

Huang Kaiwen just shook his head with a smile.

You really couldn’t have helped with this.

"Beautiful shot!"

As he was walking back, Maldini raised his thumb and said.

The previous pass hadn’t been placed well, with the ball bouncing in the penalty area, making it very difficult to handle, but Huang Kaiwen still managed a high-quality shot.

This felt really good.

Maldini wasn’t worried about today’s match at all.

Since Huang Kaiwen transferred to Milan, they hadn’t lost a single final.

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"Everyone, pay attention!"

Puyol roared with his mouth wide open, "We’ve just started, you don’t want to concede a goal, do you?"

Max and Van Bronckhorst exchanged wry smiles.

There were too many players on the left, so it was normal for them to go up to defend, but who knew that they would leave a gap in the middle. After all, it was still the start of the match and they hadn’t fully entered the game state yet.

The two nodded at Puyol.

The Barça captain jogged forward.

Valdes restarted play from the backfield.

Barcelona advanced quickly with their passing game.

Their style of play was somewhat similar to Arsenal, which AC Milan had faced before.

However, Arsenal attacked faster and with fewer back passes.

Barcelona, on the other hand, preferred to press forward as a unit, passing and pulling in the opponents’ half, so their defensive line was positioned high, with Puyol often standing near the midfield line.

Deco received the ball and immediately distributed it to Ronaldo on the flank.

Ronaldinho, seeing Huang Kaiwen in front of him, flashed a grin, his shoulders swaying to fake-out moves with his feet. He flicked the ball with his right foot in a subtle "cow’s tail" maneuver and effortlessly shifted the ball to his left foot, bypassing Huang Kaiwen with ease.

Huang Kaiwen could only chase after him the whole way.

He really hated matching up against Ronaldinho.

Even defensive players felt immense pressure going one-on-one with Ronaldo.

Huang Kai, the man himself, was forced to defend with his head.

Ronaldo’s coordination was too good; his shoulders leading his body, making it very difficult to predict how he would handle the ball.

Each time he got past.

Seeing Ronaldo’s smiling face, Huang Kaiwen felt like punching him.

By the time Huang Kaiwen got back to his own backfield, Maldini had already swooped in with a slide tackle, sending the ball flying away from Ronaldinho’s feet.

As Huang Kaiwen rushed to get the ball, Ronaldinho also rolled over, pinning the ball down with his leg.

"This should be mine," Ronaldinho said, baring his teeth.

Huang Kaiwen looked down at his right foot and said, "I’ve got it pinned too."

"That’s mine too."

Huang Kaiwen saw the referee’s gesture, could only snort coldly, and lifted his foot to relinquish possession.

Even the ball possession could be awarded to Barça.

He took a glance.

Barça’s counterattack was interrupted, his teammates had returned to the half-field; there shouldn’t be any danger.

Huang Kaiwen simply jogged towards the opponents’ half, waiting for the chance to counterattack.

Deco started the ball from the front field, Ronaldinho faced Maldini’s pressure and passed it back to Van Bommel, who stood in the midfield and delivered a long diagonal pass.

Eto’o received the ball on the left flank and used his right foot to flick it quickly, hooking the ball back to his left foot for a burst down the line, hugging the endline and sending in a left-footed cross.

Slap—

The ball flew to the edge of the penalty area, Ronaldo fumbled it, and Nesta poked it away.

Pirlo received the ball on the left, immediately passed it to Maldini near the midfield line.

Maldini looked up briefly, swung his arm, and delivered a long left-footed pass.

Bang—

The ball curved towards Barcelona’s penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen took off immediately, sprinting past Puyol.

The two raced madly towards the direction of Barça’s penalty area.

Puyol, seeing Huang Kaiwen enter the penalty area and the ball beginning its descent, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The ball was still moving too fast.

It was not an easy ball to handle.

But the next second.

The Barça captain’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open.

He saw Huang Kaiwen leap into the air, his body fully extended, the grace of his form indescribable, as if transformed into a soaring bird or a large fish leaping from the water, plunging forward to forcefully head the ball beneath it.

Bang—

Puyol’s eyes followed the ball.

Watching the ball fly outside the goal post, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But a quarter of a second later, all the people wearing the Barça captain’s armband began to despair.

Even though the ball had initially flown above the crossbar, it was now falling, tracing a perfect parabola.

Valdes retreated twice to adjust his position.

Before he could even jump, the ball had already gone through the gap between his head and the crossbar, slamming down onto the grass behind the goal line.

Roar—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Countless fans at the Stade de France stood up excitedly from their seats, wildly cheering and wailing.

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