Chapter 2239 - 573: The Heavenly Kingdom Dynasty
Robben vigorously waved his arms and shouted.
If possible, he absolutely did not want to see van Persie win the UEFA Champions League.
He would even rather not win it himself than see van Persie get it.
It was a very complicated feeling.
If neither he nor van Persie could win, his previous UEFA Champions League victory with Real Madrid would always overshadow van Persie.
In terms of honors, that donkey face could never catch up to him.
Lahm, Schweinsteiger, and even Neuer also joined in the shouting, and Bayern’s overall morale suddenly soared.
Robben’s motivation stemmed from his personal vendetta with van Persie.
Neuer, on the other hand, genuinely hoped to see Milan falter.
Wasn’t proving that he wasn’t important if Milan remained the best team in the world after he left?
Many girls have this mindset after a breakup.
As the players from both sides returned to the center of the field, their faces were full of resolve.
This is the spirit that a UEFA Champions League final should have.
"Southern Star, Southern Star..."
With the rousing singing of the Bayern fans, Gomes passed the ball to Ribery.
Ribery immediately took the ball and charged forward.
Bayern’s formation began to press forward as a whole.
Although both he and Robben played on the flanks, Ribery had a stronger organizational attribute.
Van Bommel and Kroos rushed towards Ribery almost simultaneously.
But Ribery showed no panic, quickly accelerating to advance a few steps and then delivered a diagonal pass, sending the ball through van Bommel and Kroos.
Gomes, faced with Thiago Silva’s pressing, passed back to the left as Müller approached, and Rakitic followed up.
But Gomes’ return pass leaned to the left, Müller received it, quickly protected it by turning sideways, and then distributed the ball outward as Robben set off.
Zambrotta hurriedly pressed to the flank.
But before he could get close, Robben, taking small quick steps, gave a push with his left foot and suddenly started.
Robben’s steps weren’t large, but his pace was very fast.
Zambrotta instinctively tried to defend with a similar stride, but couldn’t keep up with the frequency and almost fell over.
"I’ve got this!"
Nesta shouted aggressively and charged forward.
At this moment, Robben couldn’t be careless.
He suddenly stepped on the ball, changing the rhythm.
Nesta immediately executed a sliding tackle.
Robben quickly started again, but he clearly underestimated Nesta’s tackling precision, almost directly colliding with Nesta’s leg while dribbling.
Zambrotta hastily approached, took control of the ball, and immediately made a direct long pass forward.
The ball soared towards Bayern’s half.
Players from both sides were sprinting forward, following the ball.
The ball started descending not far beyond the center circle.
Seeing this, van Persie immediately slowed down and jumped backward for a bicycle kick.
Schweinsteiger, a step too late, could only watch as the ball flew between two defenders straight towards their penalty area.
Bam,
Having sent the ball with a bicycle kick, van Persie lay on the ground.
His eyes fixed intently in the direction of Bayern’s goal.
Number ten!
It was his captain!
Huang Kaiwen did not disappoint him!
Just moments ago on the left side, Huang Kaiwen had successfully sprinted to the front of the big penalty area, leaving Bayern’s defenders behind.
The bold goalkeeper once again chose to abandon the goal.
But van Persie didn’t believe Neuer could stop Huang Kaiwen’s one-on-one chance.
Yes, almost everyone thought so.
Some Bayern fans even closed their eyes, unwilling to witness the concession of a goal.
Their team wasn’t Barca, wasn’t Juventus, hadn’t been washed with blood so many times, Bayern fans were still not accustomed to being overturned by Milan.
Heynckes stared at his own penalty area.
Hoping Neuer could create a miracle.
If he could block this ball, he would personally help Neuer negotiate a major contract.
In the penalty area, Neuer continuously moved his steps, his pace quick, and such a quick pace yet not losing balance was already impressive.
Dribbling, Huang Kaiwen suddenly swung his right foot, pretending to push the ball with the outside of his foot, his shoulder movements leading his body.
Neuer immediately rushed to adjust.
The next second, Huang Kaiwen’s right foot, however, slid over the ball, inwardly pushing it forward diagonally with his instep.
Damn, fooled!
Neuer tried to shift his center of gravity again.
But his enormous frame simply couldn’t support such a move.
Huang Kaiwen’s dribbling speed was too fast, to fans it seemed like he faked out Neuer just by standing still and moving his leg.
But only Neuer, on the field, knew.
From the eyes to the feet, from the shoulders to the body, just how many movements Huang Kaiwen had made.
He fell to the ground in despair, only able to watch as Huang Kaiwen dribbled towards Bayern’s goal.
Many commentators were already shouting excitedly.
Open goal!
Huang Kaiwen couldn’t miss an open goal.
By the goal, Huang Kaiwen had already slowed down.
Some anticipated Huang Kaiwen would perform some move to humiliate the goalkeeper, but Huang Kaiwen disappointed them, simply giving a light push in front of the goal, letting the ball roll into the net.
Heynckes turned disappointedly, walking towards the bench.
Milan’s coaching staff were already in a group hug, jumping with excitement.
These old guys showed a passion no less than young people’s.
The Allianz Arena had completely transformed into Milan’s home ground, the hosts silent, only the voice of the unwelcome guests was heard.
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
Their voices grew increasingly synchronized, like some kind of religious ceremony.
Compared to the home stands, the away fans’ stands had many more colors.
But everyone shouted the same name.
Lying on the ground, van Persie clumsily hurried on all fours, rushing towards Huang Kaiwen.
Unfortunately, he was too slow and still fell slightly behind Messi.