After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Chapter 2143: Chapter 552: God of Gamblers 1999

After an intense struggle, Cech managed to control his body successfully.

The ball was not a powerful shot but a lob, which gave him a sigh of relief.

Moving one step to the left, Cech jumped high, stretching his right hand with force. Although his fingertips touched the ball, Cech’s heart was icy cold.

Indeed.

The power from his fingertips was not enough to push the ball out, and the ball violently bounced into the net off the post.

Boom—

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

Eighteen minutes into the game, San Siro finally erupted with today’s greatest enthusiasm.

”Kevin!!!

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin Goal!!!”

”A signature Kevin-style goal, a lob from 30 meters out into the dead corner.”

”Ancelotti once coached Kevin for two years, but he seems to have forgotten who brought him so much honor. I completely do not understand why he didn’t specifically arrange someone to mark Kevin. After Kevin finished the corner kick, there was no defensive player around him. At that moment, I knew Kevin was going to score.”

”We always emphasize Kevin’s records and goals on the field, but we should also see Kevin’s compassionate side.”

”Since Cech suffered a head injury, he has been afraid of getting injured again, even though this tank hat might affect him a bit. Kevin clearly knows his former teammate’s worries, so he fundamentally reassured Cech, who instead of turning around and shooting a powerful long shot, chose to lob into the corner, entirely considering Cech.”

”Great soccer skills do not equal a great personality, but Kevin possesses a great personality along with great talents in all aspects. It is said that the London Olympic Committee has already scheduled the events, ensuring Kevin can participate in as many events as possible. I don’t know which events Kevin will compete in, but I’m sure he will register for the 100 meters and 200 meters. Kevin definitely will not allow failure to appear in his life.”

”Bolt had better train as much as possible now. Soon, he will understand what it means to go against a god. Even if he trains for sprints all year round, he will still lose to Kevin in London!!!”

Milan players ran one after another toward Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen did not celebrate wildly.

But even so, it still felt strange to many Chelsea players.

Back then, nobody believed in them, but during the two seasons with Huang Kaiwen, they swept across Europe and won ten championships!

Ballack, having returned to Germany, still couldn’t forget Huang Kaiwen.

Yet, aren’t they also thinking like Ballack?

Originally thinking life was just like that.

A pleasant rest, joyful holiday, playing soccer to win championships.

But after Huang Kaiwen left, they realized those delightful adjectives were accompaniments of Huang Kaiwen, belonged to Huang Kaiwen’s teammates, not Petr Cech or John Terry.

”Come on, stay spirited, don’t let Kevin look down on us!”

Terry shouted, clapping both hands.

He already mentioned at the press conference that he was prepared for such situations.

Therefore, he wasn’t too disappointed at this moment.

Terry’s continued reminders to his teammates felt very familiar to many Rossoneri.

Seeing the captain’s armband on the left arm of number ten, they remembered that their number ten liked to do this work even before becoming captain.

Modric joined in, shouting together.

Compared to the hardships he once suffered, these matters were nothing.

Chelsea is a team that refuses to yield.

A single goal won’t break them down.

Chelsea players quietly returned to the half-court.

Huntelaar was moving his shoulder, preparing to show more later.

At this time, he saw van Persie make a gesture with his mouth.

Even though van Persie didn’t make a sound.

Huntelaar understood what van Persie was saying.

Van Persie said, ”In the summer, Milan needed a forward, Kevin didn’t choose you but chose me.”

Huntelaar’s veins popped from his neck to his forehead, van Persie poked at his sore spot. He glared at van Persie fiercely, damn it, you just wait!