PFC Chapter 310 The Cold Rain Slapped My Face Randomly (Subscribe)
Chapter 310 The Cold Rain Slapped My Face Randomly (Subscribe)
Chapter 310 The Cold Rain Slapped My Face Randomly (Subscribe)
"Well, at a speed of 162 kilometers per hour, Kevin's long-range shots have surpassed the scope of ordinary shots." Martin Taylor said.
"Oh, that's not bad..."
Andy Gray's words suddenly froze, and he asked in an octave higher voice, "How many kilometers?"
"162 kilometers per hour!"
"Falk..." Andy Gray swallowed the ending and said, "God, this is a place where there is no run-up!"
"Yes, it is to exert force on the spot."
Andy Gray didn't speak, but swallowed his saliva.
The gurgling was clearly audible.
How exaggerated is 162 kilometers?
Known for his strength, the England legend Shearer has a personal shooting speed record of 1997 kilometers per hour in the Premier League game between Newcastle and Leicester City in 137.
This is still a long shot after the run-up.
Huang Kaiwen just made a direct call this time, without any run-up process.
a while.
Andy Gray asked: "Kay, can Kevin kick more than 170 kilometers?"
"I think it's okay. If Mikhailovich can play, Kevin should be fine."
"Well, God bless Hart."
The fans at Stamford Bridge didn't feel much, they only felt that the long-range shot was ridiculously fast.
But when the fans in front of the TV heard this exaggerated statistic, their eyes widened.
Look at Hart in the camera.
The British fans nodded in agreement, God bless Hart.
After David Seaman.
Hart is the most promising goalkeeper in England, don't be beaten as Senderos in a fucking game.
Hart fished the ball out of the goal, grabbed it in his hands and was about to throw it out for his teammates to serve.
Something felt wrong as he was about to throw it.
Hart thought it was his illusion, but when he looked down, the ball was deformed!
Falk! ! !
After Hart looked carefully, he found that the ball was indeed deformed.
No wonder the columns and beams kept shaking.
Hart could only raise his hands in front of him.
The referee ran over after noticing, nodded after checking, and checked the ball in the caddy's hand before letting Hart change the ball.
When this happened, the fans also understood what was going on.
The game lasted 7 minutes and the ball was broken?
The current ball is completely different from the previous ones. The technology content is getting higher and higher, and the endurance is getting stronger and stronger. Except for some quality problems, it is not so easy to kick it.
After getting the ball and throwing it, Hart looked down at the glove.
He now doubts whether the shock absorption effect of this glove is enough.
After Joe Hart rubbed his face with his hands twice, he encouraged himself in a low voice: "Don't, don't, don't be afraid, Joe, then, that's a coincidence, yes! It must be a coincidence, even if you are a goalkeeper, Occasionally can kick a lot of power, yes, it must be!"
Hart nodded vigorously.
Try to convince yourself.
Manchester City took the ball in the frontcourt, Robinho took the ball and went straight to the middle, and did not match up with Huang Kaiwen at all, even if it was only for a short time.
In Real Madrid, Cassano played the most games with Huang Kaiwen.
He observed off the court, and found that every time Huang Kaiwen was passed, he would definitely find a chance to come back.
He didn't want to appear in Huang Kaiwen's highlights after the game.
Robinho slapped his right foot and flicked the outside of his instep, easily passing Huntelaar.
Facing Barack, he stepped on his bicycle continuously.
Robinho's center of gravity is not high, and his shoulders shake a lot when he pedals the bicycle.
The feet are like wipers, repeatedly gliding across the ball.
click -
Barack stretched out his feet directly.
Touched Robinho's inner instep and poked the ball behind Robinho.
Robinho fell to the floor, but the referee didn't say anything.
After Joe Cole ran to the middle to catch the ball, he was pressed by David Dunn. Dunn used both hands and feet directly, and Joe Cole quickly turned around and passed back.
Bosingwa came up to catch the ball and started to take it forward by himself.
Ramos, who was sitting on the bench, sprang up and shouted loudly: "Idiot, pass me a fucking pass, just make a long pass to the left! Quickly pass the ball..."
Mourinho tried not to turn his head, and gave Ramos a hard look from the corner of his eye.
Fuck, you're the coach and I'm the coach?
This team has big problems!
One or two didn't take him seriously.
It's fine for the players to change the right to take the penalty on their own initiative, and now there are still people running to the sidelines to command!
Row!
After training the day after tomorrow, I will let you know who is the coach!
Portuguese don't have much trouble listening to Spanish.
After Bosingwa saw the left, he finally remembered the big star worth [-] million, and sent a long pass with his right foot.
Snapped--
The ball flew to the left along the center line.
Ireland hurried to Huang Kaiwen, and when the ball fell, Huang Kaiwen pushed forward with his left foot, and the ball obediently rolled forward.
Without stopping the ball, he dribbled the ball directly past Ireland, and Zabaleta hurried forward. Huang Kaiwen flicked the outside of his left foot, knocked the ball out from the right side of Zabaleta, and quickly bypassed the opponent's left side.
Accelerate to the left.
Harman quickly ran from the center to the left to help defend.
Huang Kaiwen's speed made him startled.
Hey!
It really is 9 seconds 82!
Kompany and Hamann came to the left together.
This time, he knocked the ball farther and saw the bottom line. Huang Kaiwen stretched the inner instep of his left foot in front of the ball, and stopped suddenly when he knocked the ball.
Unexpectedly, Kompany kept pressing the speed and did not overshoot like Harman.
The opponent's players concentrated to defend, and Huang Kaiwen could only pass back to Ashley Cole.Cole crossed the middle, and after Deco got the ball, he was knocked down behind him by Wright Jr. who returned to the defense.
beep—
"Free kick, Kevin was taken off the penalty just now, will Chelsea let him take the penalty this time?"
"Joe Cole's skills are excellent, in fact, it is okay for him to take the penalty."
Andy Gray said.
After Deco got up, he looked at Joe Cole and said, "Give it to Kevin?"
He simply had no idea of taking the penalty.
Joe Cole waved directly at Kevin Huang.
After Huang Kaiwen came over, he covered his mouth and said, "I'm standing on the side to cover, you take the penalty."
Huang Kaiwen shook his head directly and said, "Go up and prepare to participate in the second attack. You don't need to cover today."
Joe Cole was a little strange, but he still walked towards the human wall.
Robinho, who also returned to the halftime, thought for a while and decided to go to the wall to brush up his presence.
Always dribble the ball to avoid Huang Kaiwen.
It's time for those English media to find trouble.
It must appear more in the directing shots.
"Over there, the tall guys stand interspersed. Kevin's free kicks hit the middle and the wall more often."
"You have to jump fast, you know?" Robinho directed with his arms akimbo.
Pretending to be very involved.
"I will counterattack and throw the ball quickly."
He also turned around and shouted at Hart, regardless of whether Hart could understand Portuguese.
Robinho himself chose to stand beside Kompany.
Based on his observations.
Huang Kaiwen's free kicks rarely pass through the wall, and this position is relatively safe.
After all, Huang Kaiwen's strength is quite strong, and it will hurt if he kicks him.
Seeing Huang Kaiwen's step back, Robinho's eyes widened.
He thought of Robert Carlos, the senior of the national team! ! !
The moment the referee put down the whistle, Huang Kaiwen moved.
After the striding meteor run-up, Huang Kaiwen slammed his left foot on the side and rear of the ball.
Almost at the moment of his shot, Robinho heard a loud bang.
Robinho subconsciously held his head, trying to curl up on the turf.
Huntelaar, who was squeezed in the middle of the crowd, quickly turned his head. The height of the ball was half a meter higher than his head. Even so, he felt the pain of his hair being pulled by the wind.
Players from both sides looked back at the penalty area. The ball flew towards the middle of the goal with an exaggerated arc, and it seemed that it was going to fly directly out of the crossbar.Hart found that this shot not only had an arc, but also a drop.He couldn't be sure, he could only follow his feeling at this time, and immediately flew to the left.
But again.
This time the ball got into the upper left of the goal first before his arm got there.
in.
hat trick!
Huang Kaiwen, who performed a hat-trick, opened his arms and hugged his teammates who came up to celebrate.
Wait for a few more goals, and it will not be too late for the yellow ball king to celebrate.
Boom—excited Chelsea fans sprang from their seats.
Struggling to wave the blue scarf in his hand.
Ramos rushed to the sidelines excitedly again, roared at the field, and waved his arms vigorously.
Immediately, he turned around and raised his arms towards the stands. The Chelsea fans followed his movements and shouted in unison.
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin!!!"
More than 4 people in West London shouted the momentum of thousands of troops.
"What a goal (what a wonderful goal)!"
"Kevin Kevin Kevin!!!"
Martin Taylor exclaimed excitedly: "This is the most wonderful free kick I have seen in the Premier League since Beckham left."
"9 minutes and 11 seconds, Kevin scored a hat-trick in 9 minutes and 11 seconds."
"Kevin's first appearance broke the record for the fastest hat-trick in the Premier League held by former Manchester United striker Dwight Yorke. Yorke scored three goals in 2001 minutes against Arsenal in 22, while Kevin only used 9. Minutes and 11 seconds!"
"I may be wrong, it's not that Kevin needs to adapt to the Premier League, it's the Premier League that needs to adapt to Kevin!"
"The young Hart was downcast, and seemed to be complaining why he couldn't jump faster. He could judge the route of the ball very well. Hart is indeed a promising young man. But he should be glad he didn't Catch Kevin's shot because it's going 169km/h!!!"
Mourinho, who was standing on the sidelines, still maintained the posture just now, but his clenched fists were trembling slightly.
Mourinho tried to restrain his emotions.
He has long been mentally prepared for Huang Kaiwen's strength.
But seeing Huang Kaiwen's performance on the spot, I still couldn't help being excited.
Oh shit.
If there had been such a player, it would be impossible for him to dismiss get out of class.
wrong.
He Jose Mourinho will never rely too much on one player.
Mark Hughes waved Harman to the sidelines.
Prepare to explain some tactical arrangements.
In fact, Stephen Ireland and Huang Kaiwen are facing each other, and it is better to explain Ireland.
But Ireland is a thorn in the side.
If there are other players available, Hughes will definitely not use Ireland.
In order to date his girlfriend, it is too outrageous to say that his family member died and the coach asked for leave.
City's starting line-up is a mess.
Mark Hughes is the former Manchester United captain, and there is no way to completely settle these guys.
"Coach, what's the plan?"
Harman asked from the sidelines.
"Talk to them, give less free kicks, and try to defend with as many people as possible. And don't give Kevin too much kicking space. If there is a chance, try to block Kevin's shot."
Mark Hughes said.
Harman's eyelids twitched.
He saw Huang Kaiwen's shot from a close distance. He felt that the moment Huang Kaiwen kicked, the ball seemed to be deformed. Does this level of shooting make him stretch his foot to block it?
This is bad luck.
Or the muscles are not tense, but it is easy to break the leg directly!
"You guys work harder. I believe that mental strength is very important. As long as you have a strong enough heart, you can perform better."
Mark Hughes said.
Ferguson had said similar things before. Although he had an unpleasant relationship with Ferguson because of coaching Manchester City, Hughes still subconsciously said similar things.
Harman nodded and walked back.
Also mental strength.
It's not fucking crazy, and he certainly wouldn't use his body to block that horrible shot.
He was going to convey the meaning of the coach, but he himself was not up.
After the re-kick-off, the morale of the Manchester City players declined visibly to the naked eye.
Most of Manchester City's players now come for high salaries.
Many of them can find teams that qualify for the Champions League or the UEFA Cup. They chose not to play in Europe because of money.
Naturally, there is no cohesion.
Paying tuition fees is a process that every local tyrant must go through. Only Hart and a few defenders can stay in this Manchester City team.
Robinho still breaks through the middle with the ball.
He didn't meet Huang Kaiwen at all.
Huang Kaiwen was baffled, and finally picked [Carlos] to play as a winger, and didn't give him a chance to show his defensive ability.
Huang Kaiwen ran to the center to defend.
Robinho made a direct horizontal knock and went forward without the ball.
Wright took the ball from the left and rushed forward. He is a typical fast horse on the wing in England.
Bosingwa didn't make a move the first time, but was eaten raw by the opponent's speed.
At the bottom line, Wright quickly turned around and sent a cross.
Terry overwhelmed and easily headed the ball out.
Ashley Cole received the ball and made a long pass forward. Huntelaar waited for the ball in the middle circle and was blocked by Harman from behind, preventing him from turning around.
Huntelaar headed back after the jump.
Huang Kaiwen, who was chasing back to the backcourt, suddenly started to rush towards the ball.
More than 4 people at Stamford Bridge saw such a scene.
Obviously Ireland was closer to the ball, but Huang Kaiwen wiped out the opponent's advantage with terrifying explosive power. He rushed up and rubbed his left foot, and the ball flew across the center line and continued forward.
Ireland couldn't even stop Huang Kaiwen for a second, and was left far behind.
The ball flew more than ten meters, but the moment the ball fell, the distance between Huang Kaiwen and the ball was less than three meters.
The moment Zabaleta turned and chased back, Huang Kaiwen completed the overtaking.
"HOLY SHIT..."
Mourinho, who has been restraining his emotions, couldn't help swearing.
This speed of crushing the opponent is really fucking hell.
The most outrageous thing is that Huang Kaiwen is not running with the opponent at all, but chasing the ball.
Mourinho even suspected that if Huang Kaiwen worked harder, he could be in place before the ball.
Fuck!
No wonder.
With such speed and explosive power, how can any defensive player withstand it?
Harman rushed to help defend, and Huang Kaiwen himself fought against the two men, and still staggered to catch the ball, which made Mourinho couldn't help raising his arms excitedly.
Hey!
With such a strong winger, why doesn't he blow up the whole of Europe?
Huang Kaiwen dribbled the ball to the left side of the penalty area, and Kompany hurried up to defend.
The two stood face to face.
Kompany felt the pressure.
At this time, he couldn't stop staring at Huang Kaiwen's upper body.
Huang Kaiwen suddenly started, and his two long legs quickly slid across the ball.
Cycling in place!
Beads of sweat dripped from Kompany's forehead, staring at Kevin Huang's feet.
Too fast!
He could hardly see the movements of Kevin Huang's feet.
After Huang Kaiwen's left foot crossed the ball for the third time and landed, he knocked the instep of his right foot, knocked the ball to the bottom line, and turned around to start again.
Kompany, always on guard, was still a step behind.
When he turned around, Huang Kaiwen had already turned his left foot and sent a cross.
Snapped--
The ball quickly flew to the goal, Richards, Hart and Huntelaar took off at the same time.
All three were one step slower than the ball, and the ball passed from the front point to the back point.
"Oh, God!"
"Kevin's passing speed is also too fast. If he wants his teammates to successfully compete for the top, he should slow down the ball speed."
Andy Gray said.
Martin Taylor nodded and said: "Kevin's legs are too explosive. This time he used explosive power to get rid of Kompany. It's not that he can't use technical moves to surpass others, but he doesn't need it. Now I'm sure. , the Premier League defenders are in trouble, big trouble!"
"Jr. Wright pushed Deco down in the middle. Did he think that today's referee was Ian Wright? If the old Wright hadn't blown the game, it would be difficult to understand his defensive style."
"The position of the free kick is a bit far away. Although Kevin's shooting power is very strong, I remember that he is not good at taking long free kicks."
Deco found that Huang Kaiwen was walking towards the foul spot, and still gave up the penalty spot.
Originally, he planned to take a tactical free kick to pass the ball into the penalty area, but Huang Kaiwen came over and let it go.
"Is it to let them go up to compete for the top?"
Joe Cole asked.
After watching so many game videos of Huang Kaiwen, he also knows that Huang Kaiwen rarely takes long-range free kicks.
"Huh? Let's go then."
Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.
"Okay, I'm waiting for a second chance to attack."
Joe Cole said with a smile.
Of course, the fight for the top is to let other people go, he doesn't want to have so many physical confrontations.
This belongs to the self-protection of the glass man.
Although he will not avoid confrontation, there is no need to join in the fun when setting the ball.
Robinho, who was walking back, paid attention to Huang Kaiwen's movements.
Watching Huang Kaiwen keep retreating, he retreated to the vicinity of the middle circle arc.
His eyelids started to twitch wildly.
Fuck! ! !
Is the run-up distance too far? ! ! !
This exaggerated approach distance allows Robinho to be sure.
The way Kevin took the penalty today was to imitate Roberto Carlos.
Robinho looked down at his body, he felt a little fatter, but his ability to resist blows was still not strong.
If you get bored, you may go directly to the hospital.
Forget it, don't go back to defend.
As an offensive player, it is normal to stay in the frontcourt and wait for counterattack opportunities!
Hart also noticed the running distance of Kevin Huang.
seriously.
He is a little scared now.
Confidence does not mean brain problems.
He can tell how exaggerated the speed of the ball is by slowing down the ball a few times.
And he has already determined that Huang Kaiwen's free kick is stronger than the long-range shot just now.
Hart took several deep breaths before gradually calming down.
At such a long distance, the power of the shot will also attenuate.
It should be, not a big problem.
He slapped his gloves hard twice to encourage himself, and stood in the middle near the right post.
Leave the side of the left column to the human wall.
The referee put down his whistle, and Huang Kaiwen started a small run-up.
After two steps, he began to stride forward.
After retreating so far, he still ran six steps with a big run-up.
But his exaggerated foot frequency still made the Manchester City players who lined up the wall feel cold.
It's hard to imagine how terrifying it would be to volley with such a powerful explosive force.
Huang Kaiwen's left foot was slammed to the side of the ball. This shot was so powerful that he even jumped up with his left foot to relieve the pressure.
boom--
Abu, who was sitting in the middle of the box, did not expect the sound to be so loud that it would pass through the box.
The wine glass in his hand was tilted, and the expensive red wine spilled on his pants, but he didn't seem to notice it, staring at the court.
The ball arced around the right side of the wall.
Joe Hart was sure the ball was headed for the corner flag.
After judging the path of the ball, he breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how much he encouraged himself, Hart subconsciously didn't want to take Huang Kevin's free kick.
But in the next second, Hart found that the ball turned in the air.
It seemed to be heading for the post instead of the corner flag area. Before he had time to think about what was going on, the ball that had entered the penalty area crashed into the inside of the right post with an exaggerated arc.
During the whole process, Hart only had time to move his feet.
He had no idea why the ball was scored.
Players on both sides looked back at the goal, not much stronger than Hart's reaction.
They all stood in place and stared blankly at the ball bouncing in the goal.
Huang Kaiwen rushed all the way to the corner flag area.
After a volley and backflip, swing your arms.
The signature celebration lit up Stamford Bridge.
"Kevin!"
"Kevin!"
"Kevin!"
The cameraman gave Huang Kaiwen a close-up of his face, and he couldn't wait to put the camera on Huang Kaiwen's face.
Raise your glass and look at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree before the wind.
Stamford Bridge was in absolute frenzy.
The fans in the nearby stands opened their mouths and raised their arms vigorously, wishing they could rush to the court to hug Huang Kaiwen.
Mourinho and Villas-Boas, who were sitting back on the bench, rushed to the sidelines together and hugged to vent their excitement.
"Jose, did you see, Jose..."
"God……"
Mourinho nodded vigorously and immediately pushed Boas away.
He hurriedly straightened his shirt collar and suit, and stood coolly on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets.
Pretend that the excited coach just now wasn't him.
Ramos, who was sitting on the bench, kept shaking his head.
These ignorant people, if they play under Capello in less than a few games, they will have to lose the starting lineup.
Hey!
What are you waiting for if Kevin doesn't go up to celebrate after scoring a goal?
The live broadcast room was silent for a while before Martin Taylor said with difficulty: "196 kilometers per hour..."
Andy Gray swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with difficulty: "This broke the 182 km/h shot record of Hirst against Chelsea. It should be the fastest shot in European football."
"Yes, although the Germans said that Matthaus had kicked 210 kilometers per hour, but the lack of speed measurement data in that game must be false."
Martin Taylor nodded.
"Yes, that's a fake! Germans like fakes!"
Andy Gray said affirmatively.
"196 kilometers per hour, this is a new record. I think after today, when Kevin kicked a free kick, the opponent's players must be full of resistance to go to the wall."
"Hart asked the referee to change the ball again. If Kevin played the whole game, the game balls prepared by Stamford Bridge may not be enough."
Buffon, who was watching the game at home, was nervous.
Now it is no longer a matter of whether to catch the ball or not, it is a fatal matter.
Juventus won't fucking touch Chelsea this season, will they? !
It will be his 31st birthday soon.
Although the goalkeeper's career is relatively long.
But if he really meets Huang Kaiwen a few times, Buffon doesn't know how long he can play.
Why don't you just go to Los Angeles Galaxy to play?
The American team should have no chance to participate in the Club World Cup, right!
……
Huntelaar was the first to charge the corner flag.
Chelsea players rushed over one after another and surrounded Kevin Huang to celebrate.
"Kevin, this ball is fucking awesome!"
"When the ball flew past me, I was afraid of kicking me."
"It's a good thing that you didn't use such force when we met, otherwise the man in the helmet would have been miserable again."
"Hahaha, I guess after today, Peter doesn't even want to face Kevin in the training match."
Only halfway through the first half, they led by four goals.
Chelsea players feel no pressure at all.
While sitting in an Internet cafe and surfing the Internet, Capello bought a premium QQ membership account to watch the game.
A series of Italian was blurted out, which attracted the attention of the nearby Internet addicted teenagers.
Capello scolded angrily: "Damn bastard, won't he persuade Kevin to use another way of exerting force? Kevin's body can't bear such force at all, that damn big mouth, he is not worthy of coaching at all. Kevin, bastard, selfish, idiot, scoundrel..."
Laura Capello patted him on the back and persuaded him: "You took leave from your teacher today to watch the game, is it just to curse people? This is not in line with what you usually say."
"Master, it's Master."
Capello corrected.
"Good, good, wet compress."
Laura said in a coaxing tone, "Don't worry too much, Kevin should know it well."
"Hey."
Capello sighed.
It seems that apart from Fabio Capello, there is no other suitable coach for Kevin in this world.
Capello continued to look at the screen.
Joe Cole took the ball from the right side of the front field and suddenly sent a through ball.
Huang Kaiwen started in an instant. In this low-definition network broadcast, Capello even felt that Huang Kaiwen seemed to be teleporting, and Huang Kaiwen had rushed into the penalty area almost in the blink of an eye.
Zabaleta's tackle made him curse again.
"Ugly league, gang of robbers, murderers..."
Laura showed a helpless wry smile. When her husband watched Kevin's game, it was always difficult to maintain a normal mind.
"Penalty kick, red dot package!"
"Mourinho seems to have collided with Ramos. Ramos looks like he is going to run on the field. Am I wrong?"
"Mourinho rushed to the fourth official with Ramos to complain, and Chelsea's bench was also very lively."
Martin Taylor said with a smile.
It is relatively rare for players to follow suit to complain.
Huang Kaiwen directly took Huntelaar's hand and got up.
Fortunately, I used [Immunity Card] today.
That was the case with the tackle this time, but with the power of each shot, Huang Kaiwen felt that without the [Immunity Card], his ankle would not be able to bear it at all.
Carlos's leg muscles are much more developed than his, so that he can withstand such a terrible explosive force.
An enhanced version of Carlos combined with the foot characteristics of a Muay Thai champion should not be an explosive force that humans can bear.
"Are you all right, Kevin?"
Joe Cole ran up and asked with concern.
"fine."
Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.
"Will you take the penalty if you take the penalty?"
Huntelaar asked.
He kind of wants this penalty.
"If you want to play, then you can come."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
One more ball and one less ball, the yellow ball king doesn't care at all.
Huntelaar stared at the ball in a daze, then shook his head fiercely after a few seconds and said, "Forget it, you kick it."
He did want the penalty.
But reason told him that it would be very troublesome to kick this penalty.
Every team's penalty shooter is arranged. It doesn't mean that if you are a striker, you will be given the penalty.
It takes a little bit of scoring to gain the trust of teammates.
Although his scoring efficiency is high, the Eredivisie is no longer the top league.
Even if he scored 97 goals in 90 games, he couldn't convince Chelsea's big names.
The same problem does not exist in Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen looked back. Ballack and the others didn't intend to come up to take the penalty, so they stood at twelve yards holding the ball.
Fake!
Young Joe Hart felt his legs tremble.
Yes, he was scared!
One change of ball can be said to be a coincidence, and two changes of ball can never be a coincidence.
When a player breaks two goals with a four-foot shot, the fool also knows how powerful that player's shot is.
A penalty kick is much closer than a free kick.
Hart had a feeling that if Huang Kaiwen's shot hit him, he might have to be carried out on a stretcher today.
As Huang Kaiwen put the ball on the penalty spot, Hart's body trembled even more.
Although he really wanted to overcome this state, he really couldn't convince his brain.
It is clearly a hot summer, but it looks like a cold winter night.
As Huang Kaiwen stepped back step by step, Hart felt the taste of death for the first time.
It was an indescribable smell, but Hart swears he really felt death coming.
beep—
After the whistle sounded, Huang Kaiwen started a run-up, and after two steps, he swung his left foot behind the ball.
Midway!
Hart judged the route of Huang Kaiwen's shot, and then he dodged to the left to give way.
Almost at the same time, there was a strong friction sound from the net behind him.
The ball is in!
Conceding the ball again, Hart breathed a sigh of relief.
The whole person relaxed, and there was a burst of heat in the pants.
Football, damn it!
……
Deco rushed towards Huang Kaiwen with his teammates.
He finally understood why the Real Madrid players were so active when celebrating.
Playing on the same team as Kevin doesn't really take much from you guys.
Hand the ball to Kevin, then wait to rush up and celebrate.
If you are happy for one season, you can become 6 fucking champions.
No wonder those Real Madrid players support Kevin!
Recalling the hardships in Porto, Deco is more grateful to himself for deciding to play for Chelsea.
Although it is said that players should work hard, but in so many direct confrontations, he has fought hard and worked hard, not to mention winning, and he has never even won a draw.
Faced with such a terrible player, the best way is to be his teammates.
Deco, with an honest face, was squeezed to the periphery of the celebration, but there was still a smile on his face.
"Jose, do you want to change?"
Boas reminded.
Huang Kaiwen has only finished his recovery training for a few days, so he might get injured if he continues like this.
"Yes, change, must change!"
Mourinho clapped his hands hard and said.
He turned around and ran to the team doctor, and gestured to Kalu by the way, asking Kalu to warm up.
"Be prepared to give Kevin the most comprehensive examination as soon as he leaves the field, determine Kevin's physical condition as soon as possible, and if there is any problem, determine the treatment plan as soon as possible, or invite experts from other countries. In such a matter, our boss probably wouldn't care about that little money."
Mourinho said quickly.
"But Mr. Mourinho, there is no way to do a comprehensive inspection at the stadium."
The team doctor said in embarrassment.
"damn it!"
Mourinho turned around and kicked the water bottle cage away, turned around and shouted to the team doctor: "Use your brains, there is no way to make a comprehensive inspection on the sidelines, just send Kevin to the training base to fuck you understand? Did I tell you to conduct a comprehensive inspection of Kevin on the sidelines?"
"Okay, okay, Mr. Mourinho."
The team doctor nodded.
They are all used to Mourinho's personality.
Sometimes Mourinho does scold people in a hurry, but most of the time he treats everyone very well.
So Chelsea's staff will not care about Mourinho.
At this moment, Joe Cole kicked the ball into the left corner flag area.
Kompany and Huntelaar, who were standing inside the penalty area, rushed towards the ball together.
But a person outside the camera quickly ran into the camera almost in a crushed state.
tenth! ! !
This frenzied speed is vividly displayed in comparison with the opponent's players.
"Kevin!"
"Kevin!"
"Kevin!"
The Chelsea fans saw the adrenaline rushing wildly, shouting Huang Kaiwen's name vigorously, as if this could make Huang Kaiwen's speed continue to increase.
Kompany shook off Huntelaar and rushed out of the penalty area. Huang Kaiwen had already run diagonally behind Kompany.
The next second, he speeded up again, stretched out the heel of his left foot first, and knocked the ball hard behind him.
The Chelsea fans in the stands on the left stared wide-eyed.
They didn't expect it.
Kevin Huang really did it.
Obviously the distance is farther, and the running distance may be twice that of the opponent.
But Huang Kaiwen still served first and came first, grabbing the ball first.
They swear that such a picture will never get tired of watching it for a lifetime.
Huntelaar ran to the top corner of the penalty area to get the ball, and Richards ran behind him.
Finding no way to turn Huntelaar made a quick right-footed cross to find Joe Cole at the top of the arc.
Michael Ball pounced on Joe Cole, and Joe Cole quickly backed to Ashley Cole on the left.
Ashley Cole saw that Kevin Huang was surrounded by people, so he caught the ball and hit it to Ballack.
Ballack was knocked down by his German compatriot Hamann before he could adjust.
"Substitution, Jose?"
Boas asked.
Now that the ball is dead, Huang Kaiwen can be let off.
"Wait, wait, wait."
Mourinho stared at the field and said.
He knew that Huang Kaiwen had at most two free kicks in a single game.
If he scores this time, Huang Kaiwen will be able to perform a hat-trick of free kicks for the first time.
Any player who is replaced in this situation will be angry.
It's better to wait, don't rush for such a while.
Seeing the opponent's players lining up nervously against the wall, the corners of Mourinho's mouth rose slightly.
Champions League last year.
Facing Real Madrid, he stayed up all night and made a lot of preparations. The tactical arrangements were meticulous and specific, and there was still no way to eliminate Real Madrid.
And the most important thing is Huang Kaiwen.
The goalkeeper's long-distance attack is fucking outrageous!
And now it's finally the other coach's turn to get nervous.
Mourinho glanced at Hughes in front of Manchester City's coaching bench, showing a disdainful smile.
There are not many people in this world who can be seen by him.
As for what former Manchester United captain?
Being a coach is not playing football.
Bryan Robertson, Steve Bruce, Roy Keane... so many former Manchester United captains, none of them have a high level of coaching.
In Mourinho's view, the entire Red Devils coach is just borrowing the reputation of the old Scottish man.
On the field, Huang Kaiwen slammed behind the ball after another run-up.
The ball flew across the wall at low altitude, and rushed straight from the foul spot to the left post of the goal.
After Joe Hart judged the direction, he stretched his arms quickly, and he felt a strong force at his fingertips, followed by a piercing pain.
Joe Hart's horrific screams terrified the players on both sides.
Manchester City players went up to check, and Chelsea players also stood nearby without celebrating.
"The coach changed you."
Huntelaar pointed to the sidelines and said.
Huang Kaiwen turned his head and saw that it was true.
Unexpectedly, after the transfer, the yellow ball king could not play the whole game.
I only played for 40 minutes today, [Immunity Card] wasted.
But for the first time in Mourinho's team, don't refuse to change the coach.
Otherwise Mourinho will definitely be angry.
Huang Kaiwen walked directly to the sidelines, and the sky was drizzling, but it didn't stop the enthusiasm of Chelsea fans.
They stood up from their seats one by one and applauded the field.
Applause vigorously.
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
Shouting Huang Kaiwen's name and applauding.
Chelsea fans didn't know how to express their excitement, so they could only use force, force, shout, and applaud.
Huang Kaiwen and Kalu high-fived and walked outside the white line.
Mourinho strode over, put his arms around Huang Kaiwen's shoulders and asked kindly, "How do you feel, Kevin?"
"I can actually play coach, I'm not that vulnerable."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
"It's better to be careful. Even if there is no problem now, it does not mean that there is no problem with the Christmas schedule. I have a lot of experience in this regard."
Mourinho said with a smile.
"Then listen to you."
Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.
Mourinho took Huang Kaiwen to the team doctor and said: "The team doctor wants to check you, so you go back directly, don't wait for the results here."
The team doctor looked at Mourinho.
Didn't you say you want a full body check?At this time, he couldn't demolish Mourinho, so he had to nod to Huang Kaiwen.
That's a bit of an overkill, right?
Hey.
It seems that the whole football world thinks that Huang is a glass man.
Look at the expression of the team doctor.
Huang Kaiwen couldn't refuse, so he could only leave through the player tunnel with the team doctor.
After careful examination by the Manchester City team doctor.
It was found that Hart had no other problems other than a broken finger.
"Joe, you're going to be resting for a while."
Joe Hart, who heard this sentence, was inexplicably relieved.
It's good to be alive...
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