Chapter 2241 - 574: The Enemy at the Gates
Huang Kaiwen’s exclusive goalkeeper jersey!
Milan has no substitution slots left.
Huang Kaiwen walked straight toward the coach’s bench and changed his jersey in front of the whole world.
The away fans stand erupted.
Milan City and even the Apennines were boiling.
The whole world was boiling.
No one can forget the UEFA Champions League final of the 2004-2005 season.
Nor can anyone forget that number ten standing in front of the goal.
Some fans even insist that Huang Kaiwen is the greatest goalkeeper in history.
Now he donned the goalkeeper jersey once again.
Primordial Spirit, activate!!!
Robben, who was previously encouraging his teammates to strive for the goal, immediately changed his expression.
If he could, he would rather face Buffon.
Buffon, who was sent off, kept looking toward the sidelines from the player tunnel.
"Thank you."
Huang Kaiwen said to the manager who helped him put on the gloves and then gave Buffon a thumbs up.
Buffon finally breathed a sigh of relief.
All of Stan’s players watched this scene, waiting until Huang Kaiwen walked onto the pitch.
Boom——
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
Allianz Arena plunged into madness.
Bayern fans remained silent; Rossoneri’s voices were unstoppable.
That epic night seemed right before our eyes.
That great match is about to be replayed.
"Hey, you dropped something."
Nesta passed over the captain’s armband and said.
Before Huang Kaiwen could speak, he helped Huang Kaiwen tie the armband on his left arm.
"Trying to evade responsibility, old man?"
Huang Kaiwen teased.
"Don’t worry, I’ll stick it out to the end!"
Nesta said, shaking his shoulders.
Yet, his footwork was noticeably uneven.
Xabi Alonso pursed his lips, clenching his fists tightly.
His arm veins bulged.
His whole body was slightly trembling.
He took a deep breath and said: "Penalty, I’ll take it!"
"What?"
Robben, holding the ball, asked in surprise.
"I mean, let me take the penalty."
Alonso said, word by word.
The night in Istanbul had tormented him for too many years.
He needed to face his fears head-on.
"Here you go, it’s all yours!"
Robben directly stuffed the ball into Alonso’s arms.
He didn’t want to take this penalty kick at all; it was just that Heynckes gestured from the sideline for him to step up.
Alonso didn’t say anything else, holding the ball as he walked toward the twelve-yard mark.
But the commentators went crazy.
"Alonso, on the night in Istanbul, Huang Kaiwen stopped him twice from scoring penalties, and now he’s preparing to step up at the twelve-yard mark again."
"Indeed, Xabi Alonso has always been a resolute player, and his standing out at this moment attests to that."
"Facing off against Huang Kaiwen at twelve yards again today, we wonder if Alonso can break through the goal guarded by Huang Kaiwen."
Alonso held the ball and carefully wiped it with the inner lining of his jersey.
He solemnly placed the ball at the twelve-yard spot and rotated it twice, ensuring it wouldn’t move.
Then he looked at Huang Kaiwen and, whether addressing himself or Huang Kaiwen, shouted directly: "I won’t be stopped this time!"
Standing by the goal, Huang Kaiwen didn’t respond, remaining positioned on the goal line, pressing his weight down and ready to dive at any moment.
This posture frustrated Alonso somewhat.
He quickly adjusted his breathing, allowing reason to take over his mind once again.
In front of the television, Gerrard clasped his hands together, praying that Alonso could make this goal.
His closest encounter with winning the UEFA Champions League was ruined by Huang Kaiwen.
In the midnight reverie.
Gerrard would recall that number ten standing on the goal line.
His passing, his saves.
If it weren’t for that person, they would have overwhelmed AC Milan long ago.
More than once, he wondered if his career would be different if he had won that championship trophy.
As a professional player, there are always some regrets throughout one’s career.
Thinking of this, Gerrard rolled his eyes, yes, the kid on the goal line didn’t have any.
Huang Kaiwen stared at Alonso.
In fact, he held a significant psychological advantage.
After all, Alonso had never successfully scored a penalty against him.
But Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t gamble.
He had already analyzed Alonso’s habits in his mind.
At critical moments, Alonso always likes to hit the right side.
Moreover, the angle is quite tricky.
Through communication with C. Ronaldo and Palacio, the Portugal goalkeeper determined the position Alonso would aim at.
However, Huang Kaiwen was sure Alonso wouldn’t aim at the bottom right corner today.
If Alonso didn’t care, he wouldn’t shout before taking the penalty.
At this moment, Huang Kaiwen believed Alonso would flinch and opt for the left path he isn’t so fond of.
As for the accuracy, Huang Kaiwen didn’t know.
But once he made a judgment, he wouldn’t second-guess himself.
Allianz Arena was dead silent.
Bayern fans were worried about Alonso.
Rossoneri were anticipating Huang Kaiwen.
At this moment, Milan’s penalty area was the world’s focal point, with billions of breaths around the globe focusing on what’s unfolding here.
Beep,
Standing over a meter behind and to the left of the ball, Alonso began a small step run-up; after two steps, his stride grew larger.
This change was quite beneficial, capable of confusing the opposing goalkeeper.
But.
Huang Kaiwen wasn’t even watching Alonso’s movements.
Or rather, he wasn’t using Alonso’s movements for determination.
Huang Kaiwen prepared only to observe the moment Alonso touched the ball, combining it with the trait he drew from the Ball King, enabling him to be a step quicker in making saves.
Bang,
At the instant Alonso’s instep made contact with the side of the ball, his mouth opened wide.
Huang Kaiwen dived!!!
Others may not be clear on it, but Alonso saw it clearly.
Huang Kaiwen’s dive seemed to be faster than his touch on the ball!