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Chapter 1110: Chapter 352: Homesick, Especially for Specialties

Just as the two were about to collide, Giggs flicked the ball with the instep of his left foot, his body and shoulders feinting to the right.

As Deco moved his feet, Giggs immediately pulled the ball back with his right foot to his left, dribbling diagonally down the center.

Mikel rushed forward in a hurry.

Now with an open left flank, Giggs sent in a pass.

Nani, without stopping the ball, flicked it directly behind Ramos.

Ramos turned quickly, but was still half a step behind Nani.

In defense, Ramos kept trying to squeeze forward, shoulder in front to block the position, but never succeeded.

The two raced together toward the goal line, Nani suddenly stopped with a sharp ball contact, and without waiting for Ramos to catch up, crossed with an outside foot pass.

Terry, following Welbeck, hadn’t returned to the penalty area, and the ball flew to the middle of the big penalty area without much obstruction.

Alex and Tevez leaped almost simultaneously, both tumbling inside the penalty area.

Cech dived, catching the ball with both hands, but hadn’t steadied himself when he saw Tevez rushing at him, so Cech quickly fell to the ground to cover the ball.

”That was a good cross opportunity.”

”Tevez seems to be complaining about a foul by Alex, let’s check the replay... both had arm movements, Tevez is shorter, so his actions are more conspicuous; Alex was just trying to steady himself, not intending to foul, hardly touching Tevez, shouldn’t be a penalty.”

”Exactly, Tevez has been really active, but he’s spent too much energy arguing with the referee. Seeing things aren’t going well, Giggs quickly went to pull Tevez away.”

”Haha, the referee is already reaching for his pocket, leave now or it’s two yellows turning into a red, straight off the field.”

Giggs continued persuading Tevez to calm down.

Cech spotted the opportunity, took two running steps, and launched the ball hard with his right arm.

The ball flew low, but Cech chose a great path, the ball traveled almost unobstructed right towards Deco near the arc top.

Pop—

Deco trapped it with his chest, turned with the ball, and at the ball’s descent delivered a deft lob pass.

The ball dropped directly towards the outer left of the big penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen raised his left foot, seamlessly controlled the ball downwards to settle right in front of him.

Simultaneously, he initiated a sprint, leaving Park Ji-sung behind.

Park Ji-sung stretched his foot immediately but couldn’t reach Huang Kaiwen.

O’Shea and Ferdinand gathered at the corner of the big penalty area, ready to defend Huang Kaiwen’s cut inside.

Huang Kaiwen feigned a cut inside with his left foot, only to swiftly cut the ball down the line with his right.

With these two simple moves, Huang Kaiwen found his chance.

O’Shea quickly followed the run down the line but lagged a step.

About two meters from the goal line, Huang Kaiwen swung his left foot for a direct cross.

Pop—

The ball rapidly flew into the penalty area.

Scholes, back in the box, couldn’t reach it, and Drogba easily jumped in the middle to head it, overpowering Evans to send the ball into the far corner of the net.

Watching the ball sail into the net, Drogba turned his ankle and quickly rushed to hug Huang Kaiwen tightly on the left wing.

”Buddy, that pass was perfect, come to my place someday for a taste of my hometown specialties.”

Drogba shouted excitedly.

”Please, can I refuse the reward?”

Huang Kaiwen joked.

Drogba tightened his grip a little, squashing some of the air from Huang Kaiwen’s chest.

Near the arc top, Ramos showcased Bolt-like speed rushing to the left corner flag.

Abramovich on the sidelines widened his eyes, yelling sharply like Faria: ”Let go, let go right now...”

Drogba released his arms, allowing Huang Kaiwen to quickly slip out of the crowd coughing.

A bit more holding and Yellow Ball King might have suffocated.

Bending over, Ramos patted Huang Kaiwen’s back and asked: ”Are you okay, Kevin?”

”I’m fine, it’s nothing.”

Huang Kaiwen stood up straight.

If they weren’t teammates, Huang Kaiwen would really want to test who’s tougher, Yellow Ball King or Drogba.

And he wondered if Drogba could withstand [Immunity Card].

[Immunity Card] can prevent Yellow Ball King from getting injured, but the pain persists, so Yellow Ball King isn’t one to rashly clash with others.

Ashley Cole complained a bit: ”If you injure Kevin, the boss will kill you, and we’ll all suffer the fallout.”

Drogba chuckled rubbing his head.

He was just joking with Huang Kaiwen, not expecting him to be so resilient.

So he unconsciously exerted a bit more strength.

”Forget it, I’m fine.”

Huang Kaiwen patted Cole’s shoulder and said, ”I’d feel better if you don’t drag me along as a scapegoat the next time you’re out carousing.”

”What do you mean, we’re friends!”

Ashley Cole exaggeratedly replied.

No way they could get by without invoking Huang Kaiwen’s name.

In the Chelsea team, Huang Kaiwen had the best reputation.

Although he had many girlfriends, rarely was there gossip.

They couldn’t possibly say they were out with Cech, everyone knew that iron man was a sappy husband, obsessed with his wife.

”I’m not asking you to beat the opponents, but at least score one goal, right?”

Ferguson shouted from the sidelines.

He rarely set such low expectations.

But facing a Chelsea with Huang Kaiwen, he didn’t find his own words strange at all.

The Manchester United players’ reactions were rather remarkable.

Because such weak words aren’t typical from Sir Ferguson.

”The boss is right, when trailing heavily, there’s talk of at least one goal to save face. We’re Manchester United, can we not score even one to save face? Once we restart the game, let’s find a chance to score, at least avoid a clean sheet!”