CHAPTER 1086: CHAPTER 347: THE HIGHEST REALM OF INJURY-FREE RESISTANCE

"Okay, my mistake. Huang Kaiwen gave up a perfect performance of scoring a hundred and even wanted to share a goal with Huntelaar, but unfortunately, Huntelaar couldn’t handle Huang Kaiwen’s good intentions. The striker has had his shots saved by Lloris for the sixth time, lacking just a bit of luck."

The Lyon players could no longer bear it.

The moment the opponent scored a brilliant goal, their fans followed up by chanting Huang Kaiwen’s name.

Even teams like Liverpool or Manchester United, known for their resilience, would struggle to maintain morale.

After the restart, Juninho Pernambucano became more agitated, losing his previous composure.

Though he tried really hard, once his head was clouded on the field, there was no way to perform well.

Once again dispossessed, Chelsea launched another counterattack.

Huang Kaiwen received a cross from Mata just outside the penalty box.

He made a quick left-footed tap, moved the ball to the right, with Chris running alongside him.

Following that, Huang Kaiwen tapped with his right foot, taking the ball to the left, causing Chris to halt abruptly and turn around, his eyes never leaving Huang Kaiwen’s feet.

The immense pressure left him feeling a bit breathless.

Watching Huang Kaiwen dribble left, an impatient Chris directly extended his right foot.

Crack—

Huang Kaiwen tapped again with his left foot, dodging Chris’s feet once more. Realizing his mistake, Chris tried to adjust his balance, but his body protested, and he fell heavily onto the turf. Unmarked, Huang Kaiwen swung his right leg.

Bam—

A powerful shot from the edge of the penalty area, the ball soared like a cannonball towards the crossbar. Lloris judged it that way too, only making a token jump, realizing too late that the ball had started to drop. By the time he regretted, it was already too late; the ball had crossed into the goal just inches from his hands.

After scoring, Huang Kaiwen rushed to the corner flag.

He performed an airborne backflip followed by arm raising.

Coincidentally, at the same time in the Bernabeu, after scoring a hat-trick, Ibrahimovic also chose Huang Kaiwen’s favorite airborne backflip celebration.

From Lyon to Madrid, a straight-line distance of over 900 kilometers, different opponents.

The same spectacular goals and the same stunning celebrations.

This synchronized celebration was already reserved for the post-match headlines.

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

The Gerland Stadium’s 42,000 people cheered wildly.

As if there were no Lyon fans at all.

Unable to watch any longer, Zhang chuckled nervously and said: "Heh heh, the French have always been hospitable. As a country rich in romance, they have little resistance to brilliant goals, even if it’s scored by the opponent. Huang Kaiwen’s goal even deceived the cameras, leaving the defenders with no options."

"Yes, defenders generally can’t keep up with Huang Kaiwen’s speed. Although Huang Kaiwen is tall, he is incredibly agile, with strong explosiveness. It’s not easy to mark Huang Kaiwen in a one-on-one defense."

"The outcome is decided. Although there’s a second leg, in Huang Kaiwen’s UEFA Champions League matches, he has never made a mistake."

Benzema continued applauding from his spot.

Edson, somewhat perplexed, looked at him, and Benzema explained with a dry laugh: "It’s my pursuit of art, I can’t resist when I see a brilliant goal."

"No need to explain, just think about how to explain it to the media."

Edson patted Benzema on the shoulder and said.

Benzema was dumbfounded.

Damn, I forgot about those reporters!

Lloris wasn’t in such a great mood.

After arguing with his teammates, holding back his anger, even the fans turned against him.

The goal he was guarding had been breached time and again.

Nothing seemed to go his way.

He wanted to vent to a teammate but feared losing a fight.

The defenders were tall and muscular, only Chris seemed a bit easier to bully.

But if there was more infighting, the coach probably wouldn’t let it slide.

Lloris frustratingly turned back to retrieve the ball, taking it out and slamming it to the ground.

Bam—

The ball rebounded faster towards Lloris’ face.

Lloris instinctively leaned back, but couldn’t dodge it.

The ball smacked right onto his nose, causing Lloris to fall even faster. As he waved his arms to maintain balance, his right foot landed on the ball again.

Completely off-balance, Lloris slipped, his head harshly hitting the left post.

Bam—

The loud bang left players from both sides stunned.

Gerland Stadium fell completely silent.

No one expected such a mishap.

Chris, who had just had a conflict with Lloris, even darkly thought that maybe this guy didn’t want to play anymore and got injured on purpose.

A few seconds later, Claude Puel rushed to the sidelines, urging the Lyon team doctor to get on the field quickly.

Lyon’s backup goalkeeper, Remy Vercoutre, was quickly warming up on the sidelines.

He didn’t expect to get his chance to play this way.

Although.

He wasn’t particularly eager to face Chelsea.

Huang Kaiwen was equally dumbfounded.

As a veteran of injuries on the field, he hadn’t seen such a ridiculous way to get hurt.

This guy must have thought the match was too serious and wanted to create some fun for everyone, right?

"Kevin, Kevin!"

Faria shouted urgently from the sidelines.

"Coach, are you calling me?"

Huang Kaiwen jogged over to ask.

Faria bent over, rubbing his hands. He was already shorter than Huang Kaiwen, and bending over only made him even shorter.

Steve Clarke couldn’t bear to watch.

They were all part of the team’s leadership, yet he could stoop to such a level.

With a slightly stubbly face, Faria smiled and asked: "How about a substitution? Look, Lyon’s goalkeeper got injured inexplicably, I’m a bit worried about you, plus we still have one substitute left."