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Chapter 2145: Chapter 553: Human What? (Artificial Something)_2

After bouncing off the ground, the ball had already slowed down.

Cech quickly rushed out of the goal line.

But van Persie was still a step faster, he jumped directly with his knee bent, positioning himself, and his foot hit the bottom of the ball. This chip shot was completely using the power of the jump, his leg didn’t even exert effort.

Cech looked up at van Persie in the air, feeling a wave of despair in his heart.

Even without turning his head, as a top-notch goalkeeper, he knew from van Persie’s exertion and the sound of the impact, this shot was definitely not going to miss.

Over a hundred thousand eyes in the San Siro Stadium were watching the ball fall towards the goal.

The ball was obviously falling towards the goal line, and a bounce would result in a goal.

At the critical moment, a blue figure slid towards the goal, Terry!

Terry hooked his foot and cleared the ball away.

Rakitic had already moved up, preparing for a volley.

Hummels hurriedly headed the ball towards the sideline, Bosingwa failed to take the ball and it went out of bounds.

”Goal, that’s a goal!”

Van Persie protested with his arms spread wide.

”What goal, it didn’t cross the line at all!”

Huntelaar said as he ran over.

Terry originally intended to speak, but Huntelaar was faster.

The main referee was ready to go over and persuade.

Van Persie directly pointed at Huntelaar and said, ”You bastard, are you blind? The ball crossed the line.”

”Whether it crossed the line, the referee knows clearly. If the referee didn’t whistle immediately, then it’s not a goal.”

Huntelaar said, sticking his neck out.

Huang Kaiwen saw this and hurriedly squeezed between the two, persuading, ”Let’s see what Mr. Referee says.”

All the players turned their heads together.

Bruche felt a bit itchy on his back, itching to take off his clothes to scratch.

Only now did he remember he was the referee.

Though he made a judgment, he still went to the sideline to consult with the assistant referee, not daring to easily make a conclusion.

”Do they have a grudge?”

Terry asked in a low voice, covering his mouth.

”Dutch people, internal conflicts are normal.”

Huang Kaiwen said in a whisper.

Terry followed with a silly smile, his face showing a mischievous look.

Huang Kaiwen teased, ”You guys are even worse than the Netherlands, always the favorites, but England’s WAGs perform better than you guys.”

Terry directly raised his middle finger and said, ”Cheryl still thinks about you, should I give her your address?”

Bruche, who turned back, just happened to see Terry’s gesture.

Terry quickly put his hands together and explained to him, ”We’re friends, just joking around.”

Bruche pointed at Terry and said, ”You better be careful, next time it won’t be this cheap.”

He ran back to the goal and said, ”No goal, prepare for the kickoff.”

”Fuck!”

Van Persie turned his head annoyed and spat.

Bruche directly pulled out a yellow card and held it high.

”Is spitting against the law?”

Van Persie turned around, spread his hands, and asked.

”Can you explain what fuck means?”

Bruche touched his shirt pocket, staring at van Persie intently.

Van Persie was obviously scared, knowing whatever he said, it would lead to a red card.

Huang Kaiwen quickly went up, pushed van Persie away, and pulled him back.

Huntelaar, hands on his hips, shook his head with some regret.

If van Persie got sent off today, his chances of securing the starting position would increase.

Although Van Marwijk wasn’t at the scene, Huntelaar knew the Dutch coach was definitely watching the match on TV.

Today’s match was not just a UEFA Champions League semi-final.

It was also an examination of who would be the starter for the European Cup.

The performance of the two in this two-legged match would affect their ranking in the summer tournament.

The performance in a high-stakes matchup is far more representative than playing against weaker teams.

Antonini threw the sideline ball on the left and ran back directly.

This was what Huang Kaiwen instructed before the game.

In Huang Kaiwen’s words, he didn’t need help in attack, just focus on defense.

Although this somewhat hurt Antonini’s self-esteem, it was the truth.

As Huang Kaiwen took the ball, Mikel directly charged at him.

Huang Kaiwen turned around and brought the ball to his own half, Mikel didn’t dare run at full speed.

Because he knew Huang Kaiwen might just pull off a Cruyff turn at any moment.

Seeing Rakitic coming up, Huang Kaiwen simply passed back the ball.

This left Mikel dumbfounded.

He instinctively rushed towards Rakitic, but Rakitic didn’t even stop the ball, just quickly brushed it forward.

The pass wasn’t too well placed, Huang Kaiwen received it without sprinting, but it still reached behind him.

Yet, with a lift of his foot, Huang Kaiwen managed to stop the ball behind him, smoothly pulling it in front, the whole action without any pause.

”Haha, these seemingly simple little moves are the ultimate test of basic skills. Huang Kaiwen’s control technique might just be world-class; the key is he didn’t even look back, yet knew where the ball would land.”

”I think maybe he predicted the path seeing Rakitic’s leg motion, just like in martial arts novels where experts know the move as soon as the opponent starts.”

”Anyway, Huang Kaiwen handled the ball beautifully this time, evading Bosingwa’s slide tackle, and Huntelaar ended up chasing to the corner flag.”

Huntelaar directly pressured Huang Kaiwen.

He couldn’t afford to lower his center of gravity.

Huang Kaiwen placed his right foot on the ball, slightly pushed it forward, then landed behind the ball, his left foot quickly tapping the ball from behind his right leg.

Pa,

The ball went straight through Huntelaar’s legs.

Van Persie, waiting in the penalty area, burst out in laughter.

Huntelaar, the clown, dared to taunt him, Kevin avenged him on the spot.

This time, van Persie was too busy enjoying the comedic scene; when Huang Kaiwen delivered a chip pass from the baseline to him, he reacted a step too late. By the time he instinctively tried to chest the ball, Terry had already kicked the bottom of it.