CHAPTER 1057: 0341 SEARCHING FOR ERIC (PLEASE SUBSCRIBE)_5

Huang Kaiwen still kept his previously dyed red hair.

The hair, slightly faded, had started turning orange, very conspicuous against the blue jerseys.

This was a war of one person against many.

As Huang Kaiwen dribbled past the midfield, Evra was already rushing towards him.

He even spread his arms to block, ready to use a foul to stop Huang Kaiwen’s counterattack.

Tap—

Huang Kaiwen’s right calf powered up, quickly nudging the ball forward, past Evra, and he simply ran towards the left.

In the time Evra hesitated, Joe Cole had already run past him to get the ball.

This split play was indeed a split play, but not just Huang Kaiwen; it was a team effort.

Evra turned around and grabbed Joe Cole’s jersey, then stretched his foot out to try to intercept.

Joe Cole pulled the ball back with his right foot, then tapped it slightly from behind the ball.

Tap—

The ball went through Evra’s legs, and Ashley Cole successfully got the ball.

Though the ball was passed, the time delayed at the sideline gave Manchester United players a chance to fall back on defense.

Evans had taken the chance to return to the backfield, with Vidic and his teammates desperately running back.

Ashley Cole nudged the ball with his left foot, continuing to charge towards Manchester United’s penalty area.

As he approached the penalty arc, he noticed Huang Kaiwen’s position was very right-leaning.

Cole couldn’t help but complain internally; if he stood in the center, he could shoot directly.

But even so, he slightly turned his body and passed the ball out, with the ball rolling with a slight curve past Evans and also past Vidic, who was rushing back.

Seeing Fletcher and Welbeck also coming back, Ashley Cole felt the opportunity was lost.

But the next second, his eyes widened.

Huang Kaiwen controlled his pass outside the right of the penalty box and then directly swung his right foot under the ball.

A direct shot?!!!

Ashley Cole felt a bit mind-blown, but his eyes were still tightly tracking the ball’s trajectory; it had a clear upward motion but began to dip before it reached the goal area. Van der Sar quickly adjusted his position and dove sideways but still couldn’t stop the ball from falling into the net.

"Ahhh!!!"

Huntelaar and Ramos rushed to Huang Kaiwen’s side one after another.

Ashley Cole snapped out of his reverie.

But by the time he ran from left to right, Huang Kaiwen was already surrounded by a crowd of people.

"Hey, I’m the one who assisted!"

Ashley Cole reminded everyone.

"Don’t think too much about it, any pass can make an assist for Kevin."

Joe Cole pushed Ashley Cole jokingly.

He could pass like that back in middle school.

Although he felt the gap in front of Huang Kaiwen, the pride of being England’s top talent of the 80s remained.

Ferguson shook his head and returned to the coaching seat.

The Theatre of Dreams was silent, watching those in blue jerseys celebrate wildly.

"Huang Kaiwen scores five goals!"

"Today’s match was spectacular; from both sides’ attacks, we can see that Manchester United isn’t defenseless."

"Yes, both teams’ attacks and tactical confrontations were brilliant. Despite Ferguson’s disadvantage against Mourinho, the scene shouldn’t be like this."

"Coach Zhang is right, Manchester United cleanly won against Chelsea in round 7 last season. Actually, Manchester United’s play today wasn’t worse than last season, but there’s nothing you can do; Manchester United performed well, but Huang Kaiwen performed even better."

"That’s right, although the individual role of stars in modern football has been diminished, it still depends on which star, hehe."

"Tevez has clashed with Joe Cole again. This player has a very strong fighting instinct. Huang Kaiwen! Huang Kaiwen went over and pushed Tevez down, resulting in a red card from Howard Webb, the chief referee today. This is Huang Kaiwen’s second red card since transferring to Chelsea, was it too heavy-handed this time?"

[Andy Carroll] maybe.

"Damn, really got a red card?"

"I mean, don’t Premier League referees know how to give them out? Huang Kaiwen was standing up for Joe Cole; a yellow card would’ve sufficed, right?"

"Feels like Premier League refs are a bit biased against this guy; Huang Kaiwen should transfer to the Bundesliga quickly."

"Going to Werder Bremen would be better, help Bremen take down Bayern and Wolfsburg, reclaim the championship."

"Back when Milo was around, I used to watch Bremen matches, now it seems like Bremen gets weaker year by year."

"No need to feel, it’s true. Bremen has been lingering mid-table lately. Although I’d like him to go to Bremen, even if they sell the team, they can’t afford this guy."

"Hey, guys, shouldn’t we be celebrating Huang Kaiwen getting a red card?"

"Oh right, tonight I’ll share some good stuff, and we’ll celebrate together in honor of Bo."

Huang Kaiwen walked to the sidelines.

Boas quickly approached, holding a water bottle and towel.

Worried and hurried, Boas didn’t hold the bottle securely, and it slipped from his hand.

As Huang Kaiwen reached the sideline, he lightly flicked his foot, and with a quick motion, the water bottle rose again.

Boas hurriedly grabbed the bottle.

Before he could speak, Huang Kaiwen spun around, kicked the top of the water bottle with precision, popping off the cap.

"You’re amazing, opening a bottle with just your foot." Boas quickly smiled, handing over the bottle.

Huang Kaiwen took the bottle, rinsed his mouth, and poured the remaining water over his head.

Boas immediately handed over a towel, saying, "Go have a shower, the victory is still ours."

"Okay, coach."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and walked into the player tunnel.

He didn’t expect to be red-carded this time.

But if he’s red-carded, so be it, no big deal.

The Yellow Ball King has been playing too many matches recently, time for a break.

In the fan bar.

Eric Cantona put down his glass and walked towards the dark bar’s door to get his coat hanging there.

Currently, he is filming "Looking for Eric," a movie about superstar Cantona helping his die-hard fan Eric; the director played a pun with his name.

Steve Everts plays the main character Eric Bishop.

After some time working together, Steve Everts was used to working with a superstar like Cantona.

It’s worth noting that to keep the surprise, the director didn’t even let Cantona appear when shooting began, so he could be his genuine self.

Recalling his initial awkwardness upon meeting Cantona, Steve Everts chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Looking now, even a superstar is just a person, an ordinary person with their own emotions.

Under the influence of alcohol, Steve Everts shouted back, "Eric, are you leaving because you don’t want to see Manchester United lose again?"

"I already knew the result."

Cantona placed the beret on his head, speaking without turning back.

"Then why don’t you go to the Theatre of Dreams?"

"I don’t want to see the fans disappointed."

Cantona coolly replied.

"I know, I know, you don’t want to see the fans sad. But when the team’s out there playing, don’t you want to be out there yourself, since Manchester United is missing a forward like you, right?"

Everts shouted back: "Eric, what do you think when you see the team struggling on the field? Manchester United is missing a striker like you, right?"

Cantona stopped walking and said: "It only makes me a bit proud, don’t picture me as a fool." Then put his beret on his head and walked out, saying: "If only Kevin would open that door!"