Dancing a Waltz in Barcelona's Penalty Area (Please Vote: Recommendations and Monthly Passes)

Puyol hurried forward to defend against Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen nudged the ball again, trying to go past him down the flank, but Puyol did not stick out a foot.

Only when Huang Kaiwen cut the ball back again did Puyol extend his leg. Huang Kaiwen immediately pulled it back, dragging the ball sideways toward the byline with his sole.

As Puyol chased after him, Huang Kaiwen pulled off a roulette. The ball went through Puyol's legs, and Huang Kaiwen ran past him as well.

"Beautiful!!!"

"Huang Kaiwen has beaten two Barcelona defenders in a row."

Valdes stood at his near post as if facing a great enemy.

Feeling the angle was not ideal, Huang Kaiwen cut the ball back directly.

Kaka arrived at the edge of the penalty area and struck it first time, blasting a long shot into the unguarded net.

Boom—

"Kaka!"

"Kaka!"

"Kaka!"

The atmosphere at San Siro was scorching, as though even the air had risen several degrees.

Caroline jumped up and down in the stands, cheering.

Ancelotti swayed his body, the smile on his face growing brighter and brighter.

Meanwhile, Rijkaard, with his curly hair, kept rubbing his chin so hard he was practically about to rub dirt off it.

Milan's counterattacks today were simply too fierce.

Milan had previously relied more heavily on the middle, mainly with Kaka and Shevchenko carrying the ball in attack.

Now, with Huang Kaiwen added to the mix, Milan's flanks had come alive as well. He and Cafu were far more than the sum of their parts. Huang Kaiwen alone was already giving Barcelona headaches, and Rijkaard saw shades of former Barcelona captain Luis Figo in him.

He was not especially fast in terms of outright pace, but he controlled changes of rhythm superbly. He could cross, cut inside, and possessed excellent playmaking ability.

If a player like that were at Barcelona, Rijkaard would definitely put him in the middle.

But since he was on the opposing side, he was nothing but a headache.

And Milan's left flank was no pushover either. Maldini was outstanding in both attack and defense, while Gattuso was a little rough around the edges but could run all day.

With another player like that, Milan could now attack down the left, middle, and right. They were no longer focused solely on the center. Andrea Pirlo also had his long passes from deep, giving Milan's attack a highly dimensional presence both on the ground and in the air.

Even Rijkaard felt that this Milan side was simply too powerful.

His team still had the upper hand without scoring. They had more possession than Milan, but even Ronaldinho had few solutions in the final third.

Ronaldinho's tricks were as flashy as ever today.

But against his fellow Brazilians Cafu and Stam on this side, he had almost no chance of getting the ball into the penalty area.

In the 41st minute, Ronaldinho finally lost patience and went for a long shot, only for Dida to deal with it easily.

The Milan fans in the stands excitedly began singing the club anthem.

"Milan, Milan, we only support you, Milan, Milan, only for you..."

Back when Huang Kaiwen was unveiled at San Siro, he had sung it twelve times in a row, earning himself the title of singing king among football stars.

During a stoppage in play, he even stood by the touchline and sang loudly with the fans, leaving players from both sides torn between laughter and tears.

The halftime whistle sounded.

The Milan players chatted and laughed as they headed toward the tunnel.

"Pass me the ball more!!!"

Inzaghi ran ahead of Kaka and Huang Kaiwen, walking backward as he started nagging them.

"Mm, okay."

"Don't worry."

The two agreed readily.

Once Inzaghi ran off, Huang Kaiwen made a face at his back.

"Filippo talks too much."

Kaka complained as well.

After returning to the dressing room and eating a little, Huang Kaiwen and Kaka sat off to the side and chatted.

"Barcelona have been awful today."

"Because they're not complete yet," Huang Kaiwen said meaningfully.

Iniesta and Messi were still substitutes, that transparent nobody Professor Busquets had not been promoted to the first team, and Pique had already gone far away to Manchester. Forget the Dream Team III—Dream Team II had not even fully gelled yet.

Once Rijkaard's brief Dream Team II dynasty collapsed and that bald guy took over Barcelona, the entire football world would tremble.

Fortunately, Huang Kaiwen did not care at all. As long as they did not delay his wages, whoever wanted the Champions League could have it.

Fake working men jumped around everywhere; real working men slacked off while taking a dump.

As long as I have no morals, no one can manipulate me with them.

Huang was willing to be the standard-bearer, the number one anti-grindset pioneer among football stars.

After the break, Milan's return to the pitch sparked another round of cheers from the fans.

Huang Kaiwen had been in good form lately, and everyone felt that Milan's good days were about to arrive.

Ancelotti saw that Barcelona had made no adjustments, so responding to all changes by changing nothing was the best approach.

Barcelona continued controlling the ball in midfield in the second half, but they still struggled in attack.

In the 51st minute, the ball reached Ronaldinho. Huang Kaiwen could not even be bothered to challenge him anymore. Don't even think about dribbling past me.

Ronaldinho carried the ball forward, and Cafu immediately closed him down.

Facing his fellow Brazilian, Ronaldinho once again started swinging his legs over the ball on the spot. Unfortunately, Cafu was not fooled at all. Finding it pointless, Ronaldinho laid the ball sideways to Eto'o, who shot immediately, only for Nesta to block it with a raised leg.

The ball bounced high into the air.

Andrea Pirlo lost the aerial challenge to Eto'o, but luckily Eto'o headed the ball straight to Maldini.

The captain drove forward with the ball and played a direct pass to Gattuso, then glanced at Cafu's position and quietly retreated.

Gattuso was immediately pressed by Xavi after receiving the ball.

Xavi's defensive ability was average, but his positional sense was excellent.

Outstanding midfielders generally had strong positional awareness. Andrea Pirlo used the same approach when defending.

Unable to break through, Gattuso turned sideways and launched a long pass.

Seeing that the pass was not quite on target, Huang Kaiwen quickly ran toward the middle.

The long pass had too much power. Even after lifting his left foot, Huang Kaiwen could not bring it under control, and the ball bounced more than a meter into the air. He cushioned it with his chest and ran forward, forcing his way past Deco.

As the ball came down, Huang Kaiwen raised his leg and popped it back up with his thigh.

Once he confirmed he had shaken off Deco, he let the ball drop.

Kaka took one look and wanted to curse.

You've come into the middle, so where am I supposed to go?

But remembering that they were friends, Kaka held it in. He voluntarily moved to the right, swapping positions with Huang Kaiwen.

Yet Huang Kaiwen, now in the zone, had no intention of passing.

Marquez came over to press him. Huang Kaiwen cut the ball with his left foot, and as his opponent followed the movement, Huang Kaiwen flicked it back with the outside of his boot.

Barcelona's defensive midfielder shifted again, and Huang Kaiwen continued cutting the ball.

When Marquez adjusted his center of gravity once more, Huang Kaiwen poked the ball with the tip of his left foot, sending it through Marquez's legs.

"Beautiful! That's Huang Kaiwen's second nutmeg today!"

Rijkaard had complicated feelings as he watched the scene.

His own star player was obsessed with showboating, while the other side's rookie king dribbled past defenders as easily as cutting grass.

When he saw Puyol charging toward Huang Kaiwen, he finally let out a breath of relief.

His captain was not tall, but he could take a hit like a human shield.

Most players could not gain any advantage against Puyol. Huang Kaiwen's breakthrough down the right to assist Kaka earlier had only happened because Puyol was unfamiliar with him.

This time, Puyol should be able to end Milan's attack.

Just over 1.7 meters tall and built like a bull, Puyol charged over. Huang Kaiwen scooped the ball with his foot.

The ball sailed over Puyol's head.

Before Barcelona's captain could turn around, Huang Kaiwen had already burst past him and into the penalty area.

The moment the ball dropped, he swung his leg and struck it on the volley.

Bang—

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