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

Chapter 1748: Chapter 472: Messi: Living in Kevin’s Shadow

[Ding, acquired 1966-1967 season European Championship group stage first round, Ajax VS Besiktas, Johan Cruyff 24-hour experience card]

Damn!

It’s Saint Cruyff.

Cruyff’s greatness is not only because of his skills.

It’s also because of his promotion of football development.

The Barcelona system was established by him.

More interestingly, Ajax is Cruyff’s former team.

He didn’t become famous in a small team and then get poached by a big club like other players. When he was young, he was spotted by an Ajax youth coach while playing on the street.

On his birthday that year, he was invited to join the Ajax youth team.

The skinny Cruyff was not favored, but he scored 74 goals in his first season with the youth team, shocking the entire Dutch football scene!

Even for talented players, scoring so many goals at this stage is a bit too much for Cruyff.

His development afterwards was soaring even more.

Huang Kaiwen decided to use Saint Cruyff’s [experience card] today.

[Ding, successfully used Cruyff experience card]

Having prepared everything, Huang Kaiwen headed directly to the sidelines.

”Kevin?”

Guardiola, seeing Huang Kaiwen’s intention, explained, ”Today’s match isn’t important, so you’d better take a good rest.”

”I’ll try to sort it out quickly.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

”Well, alright then!”

Guardiola hesitated for a moment but nodded.

He didn’t want to see AC Milan lose on such a day either.

In front of the TV, Messi finally smiled.

He was feeling a bit unwell, and Barça had already secured a spot, so Enrique didn’t require him to be present at the match.

Messi stayed home just to watch Huang Kaiwen’s game.

Watching for so long, Milan’s performance greatly disappointed him.

Not only did Huang Kaiwen not play, but AC Milan was also scored against twice by Ajax’s quick counterattacks.

Now there was finally hope.

Ambrosini walked off the field, handed the captain’s armband to Huang Kaiwen, and said, ”Don’t let your record become history.”

”Bastard!”

Huang Kaiwen laughed and scolded, ”The victory of the team is always more important than my record.”

Ambrosini gave a thumbs up.

However, what Huang Kaiwen meant was that as long as the team doesn’t lose, his record will continue.

De Boer also noticed the situation here and shouted to the field, ”Milarem, you don’t need to participate in the attack anymore, just focus on marking Kevin.”

Milarem Sulemani rubbed his temples hard with both hands.

Listen to what the coach is saying.

Sulemani had never heard of anyone being able to completely stop Huang Kaiwen.

Moreover, he was purely a wing player, an upfront player.

Sulemani even suspected that Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t need to use tricks to get past him, his sheer explosiveness would already cause a lot of trouble.

But with the coach’s instructions, he could only brace himself.

In the backfield, Rakitic started the ball, and after receiving it, Pirlo looked up and swung his right foot.

Not far away, Rakitic couldn’t help but click his tongue.

Ajax’s players were all concentrated in the half, yet Pirlo still chose to make a direct pass.

Rakitic couldn’t help but feel it was unreliable.

But reality gave him a hard slap; Huang Kaiwen fully demonstrated to the world what a football superstar is.

He was already being marked on the left by Demie De Zeuw.

De Zeuw stood in front of Huang Kaiwen, wanting to contest the ball first.

Even if he couldn’t get the ball, he wouldn’t let Huang Kaiwen receive it.

But after Huang Kaiwen calculated the drop point, he deliberately led De Zeuw forward a step.

By the time De Zeuw realized something was wrong, it was too late to adjust.

The ball smashed heavily against Huang Kaiwen’s back.

But it didn’t bounce away; instead, it landed behind Huang Kaiwen!

Huang Kaiwen reached out with his foot and successfully hooked the ball in front of him.

”Magnificent!!!”

”Huang Kaiwen’s ball control is truly unspeakably superb.”

”Even without anyone defending, stopping the ball so close is not easy; Huang Kaiwen simply stopped the ball behind him, leaving De Zeuw unable to deal with it at all.”

”Yes, Huang Kaiwen easily shook off De Zeuw, oh, Eriksson also rushed back to help defend.”

Eriksson, rushing back to the backfield, rudely slid in with a tackle.

While running, Huang Kaiwen appeared to push the ball with the outside of his left foot; Eriksson, exerting all his strength, hurried to shift directions.

But just as he sent the signal to his body, Huang Kaiwen’s footwork changed.

This time using the inside of his left foot, a flick of the ankle got the ball to his right foot, using explosive power to get past Eriksson.

After bypassing Eriksson, Huang Kaiwen made another left-foot maneuver, cutting back into the penalty area.

De Zeuw chased back, but Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t be waiting for him there.

Huang Kaiwen displayed a quick ”fried meatballs” trick in a small area, bypassing De Zeuw’s teammate.

Alderweireld was utterly helpless.

Messi, in front of the TV, clenched his fist in excitement as he watched.

Just as Vertonghen was about to charge forward, Huang Kaiwen executed another ”fried meatballs” move.

Three consecutive ”fried meatballs” maneuvers, all in a small area!

Messi knows this ”fried meatballs” technique well, and he performs it quite excellently.

But what Huang Kaiwen did, he truly couldn’t achieve.

Huang Kaiwen was evidently waiting for the opponent to stretch out a foot, only then using the ”fried meatballs.”

Executing such moves in tight spaces is very risky.

Messi felt that although he was chasing after him, he could never keep up with Huang Kaiwen’s pace.

Although Huang Kaiwen got past Vertonghen, before he had time to adjust his shot, Uerbe Emmanuelson gave him a push to the ground.

Both teams’ players were dumbfounded.

Especially Stekelenburg, who didn’t even know what to say.

Huang Kaiwen’s penalty success rate was even more astonishing than his free kicks.

Even if Emmanuelson couldn’t stop him, he could have attempted a save in front of the goal.

Now it was really troublesome.

”I didn’t, it wasn’t on purpose!”

Emmanuelson tried to explain to the referee.

Van der Wiel came over and pushed him aside, saying: ”Shut up, you idiot!”

At this rate, you wouldn’t even know what hit you if a fight broke out later.

If a brawl broke out, Van der Wiel would be in a tough spot—if he dared to fight today, his days back in the National Team would be unpleasant.

Stekelenburg, standing in front of the goal, said with a wry smile: ”Kevin, you’re not going to do a backflip penalty, are you?”

”Of course, don’t worry.”

Huang Kaiwen stood on the penalty spot, his eyes fixated on the right side of the goal.

Whistle,

The whistle sounded, Huang Kaiwen took a step with his left foot, his right foot grazing under the ball with a flicking motion. Meanwhile, Stekelenburg had already dived sideways, but at that moment he knew it was bad, damn, a Panenka penalty!

The ball flew over him and into the goal!