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A coast-to-coast goal.

It completely stripped Old Trafford of its magic.

Several Manchester United players groaned inwardly, especially Carrick.

He had covered the greatest distance in pursuit during that attack. Carrick could clearly feel that the slightest movement from him would prompt Huang Kaiwen to adjust immediately.

It was probably a case of I predicted that you would predict my prediction.

So he had kept gritting his teeth and chasing, hoping to find a good chance to stick out a foot.

But he never found one.

The feeling left him somewhat frustrated.

After all, he had cost more than twenty million pounds. Carrick had always considered himself quite good, but facing Huang Kaiwen directly made him realize that the gap between them was far greater than he had imagined.

It was like feeling invincible in the computer room, only to run into WE.Sky.

"Stop wasting time over there. Get me a goal already!"

Sir Ferguson reminded them from the touchline.

The Manchester United players quickly pulled themselves together.

That was the advantage of a manager with authority: players could put everything aside and trust their coach.

[Street Cat] Bar.

"This coast-to-coast run didn't feel as spectacular as Huang Kaiwen's previous ones."

"It was decent. The final shot was clever—outside-of-the-boot touch, then an outside-of-the-boot strike into the far corner. Most keepers couldn't save that."

"The main thing was that none of the Manchester United players defended him head-on, so it looked easy. If you can't keep up with his pace, what defense can you talk about?"

"Huang Kaiwen's speed is seriously insane. Even Bolt lost to him."

"There's nothing to criticize about Huang Kaiwen's ability. His character is just a little lacking."

"Yeah, it's true that he once pretended to be a shemale to blow up Paralyzed Dog's ring, even though