Free Web NovelChapter 2089: Chapter 541: Courtois Played to Ruin
But every Rossoneri can proudly stick out their chest and tell the world, everyone who speaks English is a defeated opponent!
"Don’t concede another goal!!!"
Marchisio shouted.
For others, Juventus might just be a team.
A workplace.
But he joined Juventus at 7 years old, always emulating his idol Pirlo as a second striker; for him, Juventus is everything.
Unfortunately, his words didn’t have any effect.
After the restart, Marchisio decided to organize himself.
He was transformed into a midfielder only at 16.
He still knows well how to play as a second striker.
Marchisio waited for Inzaghi to come up and press, a simple cut to get past him easily.
For him, the importance of the match isn’t about winning or losing anymore.
It’s about persistence and belief.
Marchisio has never felt so in form, he feels as if the entire pitch is in his head.
Next, he plans to carry the ball, organize, and help the team score a goal to stabilize the situation.
Kroos has a great sense of positioning.
He first turned sideways to block Marchisio’s way.
It’s estimated that if he lets Marchisio go towards Ramos or Van Bommel, he can quickly go over for a double-up.
But Marchisio just sent the ball forward with his left foot.
Kroos’ eyes widened immediately.
As a loyal fan of Huang Kaiwen, he was very familiar with this move.
Fried meatballs!
The biggest problem in defending fried meatballs is that you’re prone to instinctively stretch your foot to defend against the first move, thus inevitably being bypassed by the opponent’s second move.
Kroos wasn’t prepared, stretched his foot and felt bad right away.
However, to his surprise, Marchisio didn’t control the ball well, directly sending it out.
Rakitic grabbed the ball and immediately charged forward, Kroos quickly followed.
Marchisio wasn’t embarrassed about losing possession.
He turned back to watch Milan players counterattack.
His eyes were full of envy.
Talent.
There’s really no way to smooth over it with just effort.
Any Milan midfielder could deliver a ball that he envied.
Life truly is damn cruel.
Little did he know that while he was envying others, countless people were dreaming of becoming professional players.
Even if they can’t play for a giant like Juventus, even if they can only play once in a top league.
Their hearts would have no regrets.
Milan’s counterattack speed is very fast.
Rakitic and Kroos’ interplaying cooperation has already demonstrated their training results.
However, Juventus’ defenders were continuously retreating, showing no intention of pressing.
In the end, no matter how much others carry the ball, it still has to be handed over to Huang Kaiwen.
Only when they retreated to a point with no further retreat, did Vidal rush at Kroos.
His move was intended for a foul.
Kroos noticed his expression, decided to abruptly stop, and sent the ball out.
He turned sideways to dodge Vidal’s sturdy leg.
Whoosh—
Huang Kaiwen was positioned further back.
Yet, in just one second, he successfully overtook Chiellini in the penalty area and took the ball.
Chiellini, Bonucci, and Barzagli were standing in the box.
But the intact defense line doesn’t give Courtois any sense of security, the young Belgian only feels cold all over.
Huang Kaiwen suddenly decelerated and turned, the bewildered Chiellini followed suit.
"Idiot!"
Bonucci couldn’t help but curse.
As an observer, he knew Huang Kaiwen was definitely going to accelerate next.
Indeed.
Huang Kaiwen gave a flick with his left foot, sped up again and dribbled to the baseline.
Because he left Chiellini behind by two lengths, Huang Kaiwen confidently used the outside of his right foot to continuously control the ball when turning at the baseline, not afraid of Chiellini stretching his foot.
Damn it!
Courtois swore inwardly and actively came up to dive and stretch his leg.
His long legs almost blocked all the angles.
Yet, in such a narrow space, Huang Kaiwen sent the ball from his right foot to his left.
A fried meatball skillfully squeezed through.
The temperature at San Siro rose by at least ten degrees.
Sounds of inhalation were everywhere, without any exhalation.
Barzagli was already rushing towards the goal, but had no effect; Huang Kaiwen lightly tapped the ball with his right foot and sent it into the empty net right in front of him.
Boom—
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
San Siro Stadium was nearly boiling over.
Their enthusiasm could melt all the icebergs in the Arctic.
From trailing to taking the lead substantially, it was all because of a substitution.
As long as their number ten is there, Milan never needs to worry about losing.
Messi, who ran into the box but failed to score, stood in place and applauded with the fans.
It’s precisely because he excels at dribbling past players that he knows how difficult Huang Kaiwen’s dribbling was this time.
The continuous goals left Juventus a bit stunned.
Luckily, over the years, they have gotten used to it.
Marchisio got the ball again, sealed the flank to organize, Lixishtena saw Huang Kaiwen, and hurriedly twisted around for a long pass switch.
Estigarribia received the ball on the left but failed to stabilize it, the ball landed over a meter away in front of him.
Van Bommel’s rushing speed was very fast.
The Dutch captain was decisive; when noticing he didn’t have the advantage in distance, he simply went to ground for a sliding tackle.
Estigarribia’s foot collided with his, sending the ball out of both their control, and Kroos who was prowling nearby took the ball and immediately turned.
In just one move, Marchisio ran frantically towards Huang Kaiwen.
Upon seeing this, a smile appeared on Kroos’ lips, and with a soft touch of the instep, he passed the ball to Messi.
Juventus’ defense line shifted again.
Messi, while running, delivered a neat through ball.
Inzaghi started and formed a one-on-one with the goalkeeper.
Courtois’ rush was very decisive; he lunged for Inzaghi’s feet immediately.
Inzaghi cleverly pushed the ball forward, jumping over Courtois and nearly falling, steadying himself with one hand on the ground, cut past the advancing Courtois again, and easily sent the ball into the open net with his left foot.
After scoring, Inzaghi made a funny face at Courtois.
"Bastard, you damn... "
Courtois punched out.
Inzaghi covered his face and fell to the ground rolling.
The furious Courtois wanted to kick him.
He clearly didn’t touch Inzaghi, and yet Inzaghi fell.
Barzagli quickly restrained Courtois.
Although not likeable, the young player is crucial to the team.
If he’s suspended, it would cause significant issues.
"You should leave the field."
Barzagli advised.
Courtois snorted coldly, threw his gloves to the ground, and walked towards the sideline.
"A red card; that’s fair enough."
"Courtois is heading to the sideline, he really should work on controlling his temper... Oh dear, Courtois fell, at the same spot, the pit that Conte left at the sideline!"
