Chapter 2430 - 614: Passing the Ball to Kevin

Chapter 2430: Chapter 614: Passing the Ball to Kevin

However, because the ball’s drop point was high, the Atlético defenders failed to judge the drop point in the first instance.

With remarkable dynamic vision, Huang Kaiwen instantly made a decision and moved to the center.

Seeing this, van Persie made way and moved to the left, waiting for the secondary attack.

Oh no!

As the ball was falling, Miranda noticed that Huang Kaiwen had already secured his position.

He intended to turn to block, but Huang Kaiwen met the falling ball with a very graceful turn and side shot, his right foot striking the ball hard.

Bam——

The side-blocking Miranda was of no use, and Courtois, renowned for his quick reflexes, didn’t even make a save as the ball drilled under the crossbar into the goal.

If we don’t count the ten-minute interruption.

Atlético had been leading for less than a minute before it was equalized.

Rumble——

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Stade Louis II erupted with huge cheers.

The whole country of Monaco was boiling over.

Thanks to Simeone’s provocation, the fans on-site were almost tearing down the stadium.

Crudeli shouted passionately: "Kevin!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!"

"The Atlético Madrid coach didn’t realize he made a mistake; provoking the fans in front of Kevin will be mercilessly punished."

"10?987654321?"

"What am I counting down for? I think Kevin might expand the score to an unimaginable level in just 10 minutes today."

"The new coach got lucky. Although I know Wenger is excellent, you have to understand, even if I were leading Milan with Kevin, I could still beat Wenger’s Arsenal. If I were leading Arsenal with Kevin, I could still beat Wenger’s Milan. The key isn’t about Milan or Arsenal; it’s about where Kevin is."

"The opponent provoked Kevin? Congratulations, you’re about to witness yet another big win in your coaching career. Although the match just started two minutes ago, I want to congratulate Arsene Wenger in advance; today he will claim his first UEFA Super Cup in life!"

The initially composed professor had already embraced his assistant Steve Bould, cheering excitedly.

Bould shouted loudly: "Did you see that, Arsene, what a great goal."

"Yes, yes, I saw it!"

The professor shouted back as well.

Because the interruption in the match caused a change in his mindset.

The match time was a minute behind.

But you’ll always worry during that trailing time.

Van Persie was the first to embrace Huang Kaiwen.

He and Ramos occupied the most critical positions.

Van Bommel didn’t even react, he still thought Huang Kaiwen was the coach.

By the time he got up to go, Huang Kaiwen was already surrounded by Milan players.

"You should retaliate against that idiot!"

Van Persie said, looking at Simeone on the sidelines.

"Forget it, stooping to an idiot’s level makes you feel like a bastard."

Huang Kaiwen replied.

Ramos walked back smiling.

The pass he just made wasn’t good.

In order to pass quickly, he sliced under the ball.

So the ball was not only high but also spinning a lot.

You often see forwards kicking the ball over the crossbar from half a meter in front of the goal in matches, mostly due to fast spinning of the ball, making it hard to control.

Shooting a volley makes it easier to send the ball into the stands.

After passing it, Ramos regretted it a bit.

Yet Huang Kaiwen still managed to score.

Ramos scratched the back of his head with a smile.

He thought he was worrying too much, how could Kevin possibly mess up?

"Idiots!"

Simeone shouted on the pitch: "You all better wake the hell up, don’t act like a bunch of soft-legged pretty boys, letting him run with the ball for dozens of meters. Can’t any of you tackle? Damn it, if you can’t tackle the ball, can’t you at least tackle the man? You’re as gentle as those Arsenal ladies!!!"

The professor:...

That’s a bit too much.

He even suspected Simeone said it on purpose.

Although the professor had only been coaching in France, Japan, and Premier League teams before coming to Italy.

He spoke quite a few languages fluently – English, Italian, German, Spanish, French, and Japanese – enough for reading newspapers and communicating with players.

Bould didn’t even know what had happened, he only noticed the professor’s expression had changed.

This Arsenal legend had never left England.

Bould asked: "What’s wrong, Arsene?"

"Nothing."

The professor shook his head, deciding not to stoop to Simeone’s level.

"Guys."

Huang Kaiwen clapped his hands and shouted: "Wake up, that Argentine bastard wants his players to tackle us, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

Milan players shouted.

"Not only does he want to play in that way, but he also insulted our coach, can we tolerate it?"

"No!!!"

"Great, show them what we’re made of, Forza Milan!"

"Forza Milan!"

The professor’s face was full of smiles.

If you’re not in a team, you simply can’t experience it.

Besides scoring, Huang Kaiwen was also a perfect captain.

He had been quite angry just now, but the players’ statements instead made the professor feel a stronger sense of belonging.

Having left Arsenal, where he coached for many years, he hadn’t fully entered the role of the Milan coach.

His work was well-done.

But he hadn’t completed the mindset shift.

Today, he felt the difference between Milan and Arsenal.

At Arsenal, there was no instance where the whole team would stand up for him.

They wouldn’t even unite on the field to stand up for teammates.