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

Chapter 1117: Chapter 353: Welcome to Stamford Bridge

”Joe Hart!”

”This young goalkeeper just blocked Huang Kaiwen’s long shot at the start, but the distance of Huang Kaiwen’s shot was quite exaggerated. The ball was barely in play on the center line when he swung his leg, and Phillips frantically dodged out of the way.”

”Haha, Huang Kaiwen’s long shots aren’t easy to block.”

”Although Hart blocked Huang Kaiwen’s long shot, the next test for him will be Chelsea’s corner kick.”

Deco came up and asked, ”Kevin, are you taking the penalty?”

”I don’t feel like taking the corner today.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

”Then I’ll do it.” Deco jogged towards the corner flag area.

Huang Kaiwen walked into the penalty area, and Manchester City players responded strongly.

Richards and Onuoha sandwiched Huang Kaiwen from front to back.

Huang Kaiwen wanted to change position, but seeing Deco already running, he decided to stay put.

Thud——

The ball swiftly flew into the penalty area from the right wing, Huang Kaiwen seized the moment and exerted his legs to jump, but lost his balance and fell in the penalty area.

”The referee blew the whistle, penalty!”

”Onuoha’s action was indeed quite significant, he even wrapped his arms around Huang Kaiwen’s waist. Manchester City players went up to protest, and Ireland received a yellow card.”

”There’s no doubt about this penalty; Onuoha’s action was too much. Huang Kaiwen has been playing for nearly 5 years and has never intentionally faked a penalty.”

Manchester City players angrily marched off, Mark Hughes also received a warning from the fourth official.

Huang Kaiwen stood in place, waved over to Quaresma.

”Are you calling me Kevin?”

Quaresma asked.

”You take the penalty, just to get the feel,”

Huang Kaiwen said, patting Quaresma’s shoulder.

”Kevin...”

Quaresma was rendered speechless.

Though prideful, he was not ungrateful.

Before, when he returned, teammates weren’t very enthusiastic, only Huang Kaiwen took him in openly.

Now Huang Kaiwen ceded the penalty to him.

This gesture touched Quaresma, who had always been self-centered.

”Go kick it, make sure you score!”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Quaresma nodded firmly, holding onto the ball.

Huang Kaiwen retreated to the back with him.

Quaresma ran up, slammed his right foot into the bottom of the ball.

Hart though accurately judged the direction, yet miscalculated the height.

The ball slipped through beneath him and into the goal.

After scoring, Quaresma excitedly wrapped his arm around Huang Kaiwen’s neck and ran towards the sideline together.

Stamford Bridge graciously offered applause and cheers.

Abramovich stood at the sideline, clapping lightly.

He realized Huang Kaiwen was indeed different.

Always considering everyone, and most importantly, taking care of others’ emotions.

Even though he is the boss, not really interacting much with the first team, he heard a lot about small cliques within the team, those English players almost being team bullies.

Yet, in the current Chelsea, there was no disharmonious noise at all.

At that time he felt somewhat regretful for letting Lampard go.

Now looking back, letting Lampard go was a good thing.

The League Cup championship medal obtained the day before was already placed in the most conspicuous spot at home.

Although he had given Huang Kaiwen a solid gold medal, Abramovich felt it was still a bit stingy; he decided after this year’s Laureus Award ceremony, to give Huang Kaiwen a solid gold trophy.

Only this could express his appreciation for Huang Kaiwen.

Damned it.

Being a club president is highly competitive now.

Calderon, that bastard, kept broadcasting about wanting Huang Kaiwen to return to Madrid, to illuminate all of Spain.

This made him feel pressure.

Though he has money, it’s still his own money.

Could not compare with member-based clubs.

Calderon lavishly spends Real Madrid’s money without restraint.

Abramovich feared Calderon would offer Huang Kaiwen some absurd terms.

”This boring match, if it weren’t at home, I wouldn’t even want to come watch.”

Mourinho said yawning.

Hughes’ Manchester City spent quite a lot, but performed so-so.

Mourinho very much despised Mark Hughes’ team’s tactical display.

Mark Hughes was far worse compared to Benitez, failing to stir up any interest.

”Jose is right, Manchester City really poses no threat.” Faria said rubbing his hands.

Steve Clarke quietly watched the field, pondering on what today’s score would settle at.

”Sorry, I have something to do.”

Boas said, standing up directly.

”Buddy, I suggest you go check your prostate.” Faria turned back and said.

Recently, Boas kept finding excuses to leave suddenly.

Boas left his seat indifferently, starting to patrol around the pitch.

Though he didn’t discover anything unusual, Boas still decided it’s better to be safe.

He once more walked into the shadow of the stand’s passageway.

Looking at the bustling stadium, he made up his mind.

Even at the cost of everything, using the most powerful trick he had learned.

To protect the tranquility of this stadium!

Boas spread his legs, fists clenched at both sides.

After two breaths, he slowly started to chant: ”Heaven’s help fist, Yihequan, it’s because foreigners disturb Central Plains... if in doubt, observe carefully, foreigners’ eyes are all blue. With no rain, dry lands, it’s all the church stopping the sky... Great France, terrified, England, America, Germany, Russia all feel humbled...”