Chapter 2309 - 587: Ancelotti, the Treacherous Villain

Chapter 2309: Chapter 587: Ancelotti, the Treacherous Villain

He didn’t expect that at such a crucial moment, Huang Kaiwen would place him in a relatively forward position.

Huang Kaiwen smiled.

Boulahrouz had gone through such events and still persevered to play, and performed quite well, so Huang Kaiwen was willing to trust him this time.

Huang Kaiwen said: "You all need to remember one thing, Hart is a goalkeeper with fast reaction speed, once you select your position, don’t hesitate, just blast it out with power, understand?"

"Understood!!!"

Huang Kaiwen shouted again: "1,2,3..."

"...For the alliance!!!"

Just as both coaches were nervously arranging penalty tactics.

The whole world was focused on Krul’s water bottle.

The bottle had numbers, names, and penalty habits written on it, which was incredibly eye-catching.

Despite the presence of so many stars on both sides, the director kept focusing the camera on Krul’s water bottle.

Crudeli said excitedly: "The Netherlands team is going to win; Kevin’s judgment on penalties never fails, there won’t be any surprises for the Netherlands team today."

Commentators from other countries held similar views.

Martin Taylor and Andy Gray had become extremely bitter.

They were furiously addressing the FA in the live broadcast.

Huang Kaiwen had clearly played in the Premier League for two years and had a good relationship with the British Royal Family, yet the FA hadn’t initially invited Huang Kaiwen to join England’s coaching team.

If Huang Kaiwen were in England’s coaching team, then the notes should have gone to Joe Hart.

Both players had already walked onto the field.

The 50,000 fans in the stadium were all covering their mouths.

The atmosphere of the penalty shootout was suffocating.

The Netherlands’ coaching team and substitute players were also standing by the sidelines.

Huang Kaiwen wrapped his arms around Cocu and Inzaghi’s shoulders.

Van Bommel was lucky enough to draw the first kick.

Huang Kaiwen immediately raised his arms in excitement.

This was a good omen.

The odds of winning are higher for the team that kicks first because it can place psychological pressure on the opponent.

After hearing the whistle, Robben promptly ran up and decisively sent the ball firmly into the right side of the goal.

The Netherlands substitutes were shouting frantically by the sidelines.

"It’s England’s turn, coming to take the penalty is Rooney, left side, the ball is in, 1:1. The Netherlands team sends out van Persie, van Persie... a shot, it’s in again."

"After two rounds, the Netherlands team leads 2:1, although England hasn’t kicked in the second round yet. The one taking it is Ashley Cole, which is somewhat unexpected to us."

Krul hurriedly tossed the water bottle aside, pondering Ashley Cole’s shooting habits.

Beep,

Ashley Cole, standing behind the ball, ran up and gave a smooth push, Krul directly plunged towards the right side of the goal, touched it!

But before the Dutch fans could celebrate, a sigh followed immediately.

Though Krul had touched Ashley Cole’s penalty, he couldn’t deflect the ball, and it still landed in the net.

Finally, it was Sneijder’s turn.

He couldn’t kick first or fifth.

But as third, this position was also crucial.

Right in the middle of five penalties, it could effectively connect everything, and if scored, would mean the penalties are halfway through, increasing pressure on the opposition.

Thinking about his past two years’ experiences, and everything that happened in the European Cup.

Sneijder wished desperately to kick Hart to death in one go to repay Huang Kaiwen’s trust.

However, his body started trembling again at this moment.

Sneijder realized that these were the aftereffects of his previous drinking and taking medication.

People always have to pay some price for their actions.

Such situations always occur during critical moments.

Especially evident during set-piece kicks.

Sneijder hadn’t told anyone else.

In the Netherlands team, revealing your weakness to teammates, and the next day the coach would abandon you.

Sneijder took a deep breath, ran up and swung his right foot directly.

Bang——

Hart flew in a rescue attempt, successfully using his arm to block the ball.

Boom——

"Joe Hart!!!"

"Joe Hart!!!"

"Joe Hart!!!"

England fans in the stands were going crazy, chanting Hart’s name.

Next up for the penalty was Terry who calmly scored.

After three rounds of penalties, Netherlands 2:3 England.

Sneijder turned around and couldn’t control his tears, walking back with his head down.

"Lift your head!!!!!"

Huang Kaiwen shouted from the sidelines.

Sneijder instinctively turned his head, and quickly lowered it again.

Huang Kaiwen clapped hard and shouted: "Wesley, damn it, lift your head like a man, and look at the goal, believe in your team mates."

Upon hearing Huang Kaiwen’s shout, the Dutch players put away their mocking expressions.

Van Bommel stood at the goal like a beast unleashed, fiercely glaring at Hart in front of him.

Even though he had won many championships recently, he was still unsatisfied.

The Dutch obstructing him would be torn apart by him.

Beep,

The sound of the whistle wasn’t crisp amidst the rain.

But it couldn’t change Van Bommel’s determination, after two steps of running, the Dutch captain’s right foot quickly swung at the lower left of the ball.

Hart immediately dove to the right side, yet misjudged the height.

The ball tunneled into the net above his palm.

3:3!

England hadn’t kicked the fourth round yet.

Van Bommel turned back with raised arms.

He was greeted by applause from his teammates.

Sneijder alternated between laughter and tears, looking mad yet evoking pity.

Welbeck stood in front of the goal.

Krul looked down at the water bottle.

"Hurry up and get ready."

The referee urged.

Only then did Krul throw the water bottle aside.

As Welbeck ran up, Krul dove to the left side of the goal.

Below!

The whole world was watching what was happening in the penalty area.

Welbeck used his right foot inner instep to push, the ball went straight towards Krul’s arm.

Thud,

Amidst the rain, the ball was blocked and flew out of play.

The cold night couldn’t stop the fiery hearts of the Dutch.

Fans in the stands crazily hugged, jumped, and kissed each other.

The Netherlands’ substitute players shouted the name of the goalkeeper they used to look down upon like mad. They simply couldn’t imagine that the technically subpar goalkeeper would become today’s hero.

"Krul!!!!"

"Krul blocked Welbeck’s penalty, both teams are back on the same starting line."

"Huang Kaiwen’s substitution worked wonders again, today’s penalty shootout was more exciting than the 120-minute match."

"Indeed, blocking a penalty would also place more psychological pressure on the opponent. Now Kuyt is up, it’s clear how much trust Huang Kaiwen has in him; letting him take the climactic penalty which is one of the positions with the biggest pressure, on par with the first kick, Kuyt runs up... right side, power shot, the ball is in!!!!"

"The Netherlands team already has one foot on the doorstep of the finals, after two years, the Netherlands team is about to enter a major tournament final again."

"Today’s Netherlands team still brought us many surprises, let’s see the next round."

Liverpool captain Gerrard stood at twelve yards.

Krul no longer had the water bottle in hand.

This was the only player whose kicking habit he remembered.

Moved!

With Gerrard running up, Krul hesitated and dived towards the right side.

Because Huang Kaiwen said Gerrard wouldn’t aim for the left side.

But.

This damn ball went straight down the middle!

Krul’s hesitation saved him and the Netherlands team; Gerrard’s penalty bounced severely off his leg.

Boom——

With this kick.

The English knelt in the field.

"Ah ah ah ah ah..."

Huang Kaiwen following the substitutes rushed onto the field together, shouting loudly, raising his arms like someone possessed.