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

”Joe Cole’s technique is outstanding, he could definitely take the kick himself.”

Andy Gray said.

Deco got up and looked at Joe Cole, saying, ”Shall we give it to Kevin?”

He simply didn’t have the intention to take the kick himself.

Joe Cole directly waved to Huang Kaiwen.

When Huang Kaiwen came over, Cole whispered, ”I’ll stand on the side to cover you, you take the kick.”

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said, ”You go up and prepare for a follow-up attack, you don’t need to cover for me today.”

Joe Cole found it a bit strange but still walked towards the wall.

Meanwhile, Robinho, who was also returning to the field, thought for a moment and decided to go to the wall to assert his presence.

Always dodging around Huang Kaiwen with the ball.

The English media would definitely make a fuss.

He needed to appear more in the broadcast footage.

”That spot, with tall guys interspersed, Kevin’s free kicks often target the middle or next to the wall.”

”Jump fast, alright?” Robinho directed with hands on hips.

Pretending to be very invested.

”When counter-attacking later, throw the ball fast.”

He also shouted back to Hart, not caring whether Hart could understand Portuguese.

Robinho chose to stand next to Kompany.

According to his observation.

Huang Kaiwen’s free kicks rarely cleared the wall; this position was relatively safe.

After all, Huang Kaiwen’s kicks were quite powerful; getting hit would definitely hurt.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s retreat distance, Robinho’s eyes widened.

He thought of the national team’s predecessor Robert Carlos!!!

As the referee put down the whistle, Huang Kaiwen moved.

With long strides, Huang Kaiwen briskly ran up and struck the ball fiercely with his left foot from behind side.

Almost at the moment of his shot, Robinho heard a loud bang.

Robinho instinctively hugged his head, trying to curl up on the grass.

Huntelaar quickly turned his head in the middle of the wall, the ball’s height was half a meter above his head, even so, he felt his hair being pulled painfully by the wind.

Players from both sides all turned to look toward the penalty area, the ball was tracing a dramatic arc towards the center of the goal, seemingly about to sail over the crossbar. Hart realized the shot not only had an arc but also had a dip. He couldn’t determine it, at this moment could only trust his senses, immediately diving to the left.

Yet again.

This time the ball still went into the top left corner, his arms reaching only after.

It’s in.

Hat trick!

Huang Kaiwen, who scored a hat trick, opened his arms to embrace the teammates coming up to celebrate.

Wait until scoring a few more, Yellow Ball King can celebrate later.

Boom—The exuberant Chelsea fans sprang up from their seats.

Wildly waving the blue scarves in their hands.

Ramos once again rushed excitedly to the edge of the field, shouting energetically at the pitch, wildly waving his arms.

He immediately turned to the stands, repeatedly raising his arms, and Chelsea fans followed his movements, chanting in unison.

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin!!!”

Over forty thousand people in West London shouted with the momentum of an army.

”What a goal!”

”Kevin Kevin Kevin!!!”

Martin Taylor excitedly exclaimed, ”This is the most fantastic free kick I’ve seen in the Premier League since Beckham left.”

”9 minutes and 11 seconds, Kevin scored a hat trick in 9 minutes and 11 seconds.”

”In his debut, Kevin broke the Premier League’s fastest hat trick record held by former Manchester United forward Dwight Yorke, who scored three goals against Arsenal in 22 minutes in 2001, while Kevin only took 9 minutes and 11 seconds!”

”Perhaps I was wrong, it’s not Kevin who needs to adapt to the Premier League, it’s the Premier League that needs to adapt to Kevin!”

”Young Hart seemed dejected, seemingly blaming himself for not jumping quicker. He judged the trajectory of this ball pretty well, Hart is indeed a promising young player. But he should feel fortunate not to get a hand on Kevin’s shot, as the speed of this shot reached 169 kilometers per hour!!!”

Mourinho standing at the sideline maintained his posture from earlier, but his clenched fists were trembling slightly.

Mourinho was trying to control his emotions.

He was mentally prepared for Huang Kaiwen’s capabilities.

But witnessing Huang Kaiwen’s performance in person, he couldn’t help but get excited.

Damn it.

If he had a player like this earlier, he definitely wouldn’t have been dismissed.

No.

José Mourinho would never excessively rely on a single player.

Mark Hughes waved, calling Hamann to the sideline.

Preparing to convey some tactical arrangement.

Actually, Stephen Ireland going head-to-head with Huang Kaiwen, conveying to Ireland would be better.

But Ireland is a troublemaker.

If there are other players to use, Hughes would definitely not choose Ireland.

To use the excuse of a family member passing away to take leave for a date with his girlfriend, such things are outrageous.

This Manchester City lineup is full of problems.

Even Mark Hughes, as a former Manchester United captain, couldn’t completely manage these guys.

”Coach, any arrangements?”

Hamann asked on the sideline.

”Tell them to give fewer free kicks, try to defend as a group. And don’t give Kevin too much space to shoot, if there’s a chance try to block Kevin’s shots.”

Mark Hughes said.

Hamann’s eyelids twitched.

He had seen Huang Kaiwen’s shot closely, he felt that at the moment Huang Kaiwen kicked, the ball seemed to deform, this level of shot to attempt intercepting?

If luck isn’t on his side.

Or if the muscles don’t tense properly, it’s easy to end up with a broken leg!

”You all try harder, I believe mental strength is essential, as long as you have a strong enough mindset, you can have better performance.”