Chapter 1815 - 486: He Fell Down Himself
Huang Kaiwen took a few steps back, starting his run-up, took a step forward with his left foot, and swung his arm to strike the ball from underneath with his right foot.
Bam——
Both teams’ players were clearly caught off guard.
Seeing how close the ball was to the baseline, the Arsenal players were panicked.
Szczesny’s steps were all over the place. With a ball this close to the baseline, his vision wasn’t great, and by the time he made a judgment, the ball was already very close to the goal.
Koscielny and Ramos both jumped at the front post; neither of them even judged the ball’s path correctly.
Szczesny, running, collided with Zulu, and both of them looked up to see the ball fly into the net at the junction of the crossbar and the post.
Roar——
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
The greatest surprise in life is losing something and then regaining it.
After Torres missed the penalty, Huang Kaiwen immediately gifted the Rossoneri a big present.
The excited Milan fans were shouting Huang Kaiwen’s name at the top of their lungs, standing up and wildly waving their arms.
"Huang Kaiwen, scored directly from a corner!"
"Yes, this is Huang Kaiwen’s tenth direct corner goal in his professional career. In someone else’s career, playing ten or twenty years, having two such goals would be great, but Huang Kaiwen, in his seventh year, has already scored ten!"
"Yeah, haha, and more importantly, Huang Kaiwen seems so at ease, as if he can score at will."
He must be like [Courtois].
"What the heck, Coach Zhang really talks him up. I admit Huang Kaiwen is impressive, but if scoring from corners was that easy, AC Milan wouldn’t need any other tactics. Pirlo could just lob long balls, and the forwards would deliberately hit the ball off defenders to get corners."
"Hahaha, that tactic is too savage. Just thinking about it makes me laugh. The opposing defenders would have to dodge the ball, afraid of accidentally conceding a corner."
"If they deliberately played for corners, they’d surely get ten a game, and then AC Milan would be invincible?"
"Damn, as if AC Milan isn’t invincible now."
"Actually, it’s not just Coach Zhang exaggerating, but Huang Kaiwen’s free-kick skills are undeniably world-class. Corner kicks can also be seen as free kicks with more awkward angles and more defenders."
"Can you say it like that? Then I could call my 3-second mark a shorter, slightly less impressive Jingshi, right?"
"Brother, being too long is actually a problem. Doesn’t it make you feel better thinking like that?"
"Really?"
"Of course, and prolonged congestion can also cause issues, that’s what the doctors told me."
"Screw you, I don’t believe it!"
Huang Kaiwen was already being hugged by Ramos and Rakitic, leaving Torres to stand aside with a silly grin.
Wenger, watching the scene on the field, could only shake his head helplessly.
No matter how many times he faced Huang Kaiwen, he always felt the same way.
It wasn’t his team that had a problem, but the opponent was just too absurdly strong!
He actually came into this with determination.
Because no one in England believed in Arsenal, and William Hill didn’t even bother setting odds for them, instead hyping up predictions on how many goals they’d lose by.
Given this external environment, Arsenal’s geniuses banded together.
He thought the team’s morale could be exploited, and he wanted to try.
But now, barely ten minutes in,
Wenger remembered those embarrassing memories.
Again and again, getting thrashed in front of Huang Kaiwen’s team.
If he had to find a comrade in misery, it’d be that Merseyside team also wearing red.
But that involved Carragher, what did it have to do with Huang Kaiwen?
Not lost in thought for long, the professor forced himself to re-focus, shouting to the field, "It’s okay, it’s just one goal. Gattuso’s right position and their midfield combination aren’t very familiar with each other, it’s an unfamiliar formation for them, we should try to penetrate through the middle, surely there’s a chance!"
Heading back, Huang Kaiwen even considered clapping for Wenger.
Truly a top-notch coach.
During previous training, he noticed some issues.
Lars Bender and Rakitic partnered better with Van Bommel, the former Bayern captain.
German made it easier for them to communicate, and Van Bommel was familiar with Bundesliga players’ habits.
But Clemente insisted on using Pirlo, which was something he couldn’t say anything about.
If they were to use Pirlo, Huang Kaiwen thought Ambrosini should be played.
While it’s important to give players time to gel and understand each other, timing is crucial. They could easily find some less formidable opponents in the league to gel against.
Clemente, hands in his pockets, nodded contentedly.
He even went to great lengths, spending a hefty sum to have his suit expedited for today.
He went in for fittings five times during this period.
Now, seeing it, getting a well-tailored suit was definitely the right call.
Only such attire matches a genius like him.
Pep has been busy for half a season but hasn’t figured out how the team should operate.
He’s only been in charge for less than half a month, yet he’s already found the strongest strategy.
Clemente felt like he was born to stand in the technical area.
Arsenal resumed play, and this time Sagna directly put himself in a forward position, ready to defend closely at the first instance.
Seeing Sagna behind Walcott, Huang Kaiwen shook his head in amusement.
He didn’t expect the professor to target him so specifically.
Van Persie sent the ball to the left, and Nasri immediately passed it back to Fabregas.
Torres also rushed up at this moment.