Chapter 2245 - 574: On the Brink of War
The Milan players were still celebrating.
Bayern’s side didn’t come over to hurry them either.
To be honest.
They were a bit stunned.
The coach had said that Huang Kaiwen rode a horse over here to play, his fitness was probably not ideal at all, his condition would be terrible.
Fuck!
If this is what you call terrible, then what does it look like when he’s in good form?
The Milan players were still very careful when they went back.
They only returned to their own half after Huang Kaiwen had run back to the goal, to prevent Bayern from suddenly kicking off.
If all eleven players are in one half, the opponent can restart directly.
Huang Kaiwen’s goal didn’t just bring them back from 3–5 to 4–5, such a brilliant goal also lifted the whole team’s morale.
Everyone felt the trophy was within reach.
They were fired up, but their minds were crystal clear.
Nesta quietly wiped the corner of his eye.
He had thought that this wrecked body of his was going to be a burden to the team in the late stage of his career.
But now they were only one goal behind.
He didn’t even know how to express his gratitude to Huang Kaiwen.
Just then, a thought flashed through Nesta’s mind and he asked: "When we get back to Milan later, I’ll call Filippo, and we’ll go fight the capitalists together?"
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Hoeness, sitting next to Gagliani, kept shifting his butt like his hemorrhoids had flared up.
Gagliani asked with "concern": "Not feeling well, Uli? If you want to go to the toilet, just go, at our age holding in your pee is really bad for your health."
Hoeness’s face flushed red and then turned pale.
Fuck.
If Bayern’s players weren’t so useless, he wouldn’t have to suffer this mockery from an Italian.
Hoeness pulled himself together and said: "There’s still some time left in the match, and Bayern are in front, who knows what the final result will be?"
"Yeah, who knows?"
Gagliani said, smiling.
On the pitch, Robben nudged the ball with his left foot, evading Kroos’s press.
When Huang Kaiwen was on the left, Bayern deliberately stopped passing to Robben, precisely because they were worried Huang Kaiwen would steal it and launch a counter.
Now that Huang Kaiwen had gone in goal, Robben’s flank came alive again.
At this point Robben’s cut-ins were almost unmatched in world football.
Even though Van Bommel knew Robben very well, he didn’t dare be careless.
He pressed up cautiously, ready to stick a foot in, his hands slightly spread, ready to grab at any time.
This Robben, tiptoeing on those little steps, was the most terrifying opponent in his eyes.
Robben suddenly flicked with his left foot, about to accelerate.
Van Bommel hurriedly took a step to his right to follow, instinctively stretching out his right hand.
But he didn’t expect Robben to pull the ball back with his left and poke it behind him.
Feinting the cut inside, then splitting man and ball!
Van Bommel instantly spun and grabbed at Robben’s shirt.
Robben released the ball into the middle before being hauled down.
The referee held the whistle in his mouth but didn’t blow.
Müller received the ball wide and stepped onto the Big Penalty Area line on the right; without waiting for Nesta to close him down, he turned and whipped in a cross.
Gomes rose and snapped his head at it, and the ball’s height was really something.
Judging by Gomes’s read, Huang Kaiwen, positioned more to the left, shouldn’t have time to get there.
He was already set, ready to celebrate the goal.
But in the next second, Gomes’s eyes went wide.
Huang Kaiwen’s launch speed was astonishing.
He wasn’t much shorter than an average keeper.
Huang Kaiwen’s body stretched out fully in mid-air, his movement full of the beauty of raw power.
His dive and the header were on the same line, but what Gomes couldn’t accept was Huang Kaiwen’s jump height!
His sideways leap was ridiculously high; Huang Kaiwen’s armpit was actually above his head, and his header on goal was smashed away by Huang Kaiwen’s single fist!!!
His teammates went to fight for the second ball, but Gomes still hadn’t snapped out of it.
The German striker wondered if he’d seen it wrong.
Fuck, he’s not even human!
The ball was cleared out of Milan’s box once again.
But it wasn’t that far from the area.
Schweinsteiger charged up and swung his left foot straight through the ball.
Even with his weaker foot, he put a lot of power through it.
Ferocious and heavy.
The ball shot between players and went straight for the bottom-left corner of Milan’s goal.
"Huang Kaiwen!!!"
"Another flying sideways save, knocking it out for a corner."
"Here’s a fun little stat for everyone: in this short time with him standing in goal, Huang Kaiwen’s pass completion rate is 100%, the highest of anyone on the pitch; even counting the minutes he played on the wing, his completion rate is still number one."
"And Huang Kaiwen already has six saves inside the box, tying Bayern’s keeper Neuer today. From that we can see Bayern do have a bit of an edge in attacking organization tonight."
"Yes, but Huang Kaiwen’s performance is in no way inferior to the starting keepers of both teams today. With so many shots faced, the only one he couldn’t stop was Ribery’s follow-up, and before that he’d already saved Alonso’s penalty—we really can’t ask for more."
"It’s Bayern’s corner again; let’s see if they can make something of this chance."
Seeing it was Alonso again.
Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but laugh.
Alonso really was a bit stubborn.
Huang Kaiwen had studied Alonso’s way of playing in depth.
If Robben were taking this corner, Huang Kaiwen would be on guard for this prideful bastard trying to shoot directly from the corner, just to show off.
But Alonso was definitely going to cross this time.
Huang Kaiwen could even guess roughly where.
Since the last one hadn’t caused any danger, Alonso would definitely want another try.
This time Bayern sent quite a few players up.
Even Messi had dropped back to the edge of the box, ready to press for the second ball.
Alonso ran up and swung the corner in.
With his phenomenal dynamic vision, Huang Kaiwen instantly made his judgment.
Just as expected.
Exactly what he’d thought.
Driving off his left foot, Huang Kaiwen sprang up and plucked the ball out of the air with both hands.
He hugged the ball and surged forward.
On Milan’s side only van Persie hadn’t dropped back into their own half.
"Robin, run!!!!!!!!!!!"
Huang Kaiwen bellowed and swung his right arm.
With upper-body strength far beyond normal, Huang Kaiwen’s throw was even more outrageous than Neuer’s.
Thiago Silva, standing next to Huang Kaiwen, could even hear the sound of the ball tearing through the air.
He looked up and saw the ball rocket skyward like a shell, soaring over the halfway line and plunging into Bayern’s half.
The whole world’s eyes tracked the ball’s flight path.
Van Persie did get in front of Boateng, but it was anything but easy.
The guy behind him had a body like a monster, terrifyingly strong.
On his left another man, Timoshchuk, was chasing back.
Van Persie couldn’t even be sure he’d make it to the box, because he was struggling in the physical battle; if his strength dropped for a second he’d go tumbling forward.
Pa—
The ball landed in front of the three of them.
It was almost like the starting gun being fired.
All three of them quickened their steps.
Van Persie was gritting his teeth to hang on.
Fuck.
The guy behind him was pushing him, messing up his balance while running.
But as soon as he thought about Robben having already scored twice.
If he blew this chance, he might just have to watch Robben lift the trophy.
Van Persie felt a fresh surge of energy.
"Fuck!!!"
Van Persie got there first, swung his right leg and smashed through the underside of the bouncing ball.
The ball traced a parabola into Bayern’s box, and Neuer misjudged it; after bouncing in front of the goal, it skipped into the net.