Chapter 1087: Chapter 347: The Highest Realm of Injury-Free Resistance

Huang Kaiwen:…

He really didn’t use the [Immunity Card] today.

But which player comes on as a substitute, plays less than 30 minutes, and gets swapped out again?

In these situations, it’s usually because of an injury.

He felt that the coaches were a bit too tense.

Although he still maintained a lead in speed and explosiveness, without using the [Immunity Card], Huang Kaiwen hadn’t given his all.

After all, doing so would put a significant burden on his muscles and joints.

Even the Yellow Ball King was holding back, yet the coach still wanted him to come off early.

Seeing that Huang Kaiwen didn’t speak, Faria asked with a smile: “You don’t want to come off, right? That’s okay, my main concern is just you getting injured. You know, you’re the most important person for Chelsea, and it wouldn’t be good if you got hurt.”

Huang Kaiwen sighed silently, nodded, and said: “I’ll come off after the team scores another goal.”

“Alright, alright, alright, just wait for another goal. With you, it’s likely only a two-minute matter. I’ll have the substitutes warm up first,”

Faria nodded repeatedly and said.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and returned to the field.

This time with Lloris injured, the Lyon head coach also addressed the players, urging them to stay calm.

After the restart, Lyon once again showed the style of the Ligue 1 champions.

They silently organized from the back once more.

After gaining a significant lead, the Chelsea players actually slowed down their pace.

Getting such a score by the final stages was already pretty good.

Having fallen behind early in the first half, Chelsea players had expended a lot of energy fighting through the half.

Now their stamina was almost depleted.

Keita drove the ball down the right wing, and Ashley Cole made a mistake when stepping up to tackle, prompting Alex to quickly cover.

Keita quickly played it across to Benzema, but the experienced Terry went down to intercept the ball.

As Benzema came to press, Terry simply didn’t get up, using his shin to nudge the ball into the penalty box.

Cech reacted swiftly, decisively coming out of the small penalty area to collect the ball, deftly sidestepping Benzema to pass it down the right flank.

Ramos, who had been observing for some time, immediately drove the ball quickly towards the opponent’s half.

This time, there were quite a few defenders around Huang Kaiwen, so he had to go up to take part in the attack, to share the pressure with Huang Kaiwen.

Juninho Pernambucano directly charged at Ramos, but Ramos was really solid.

This time they met head-on.

Ramos merely nudged the ball slightly to change direction and drove past Juninho Pernambucano.

The equally exhausted Lyon captain had no chance to resist and was knocked over directly to the ground.

As Ramos dribbled past halfway, Grosso signaled for his teammates to retreat, and he moved up for the challenge.

Bam—

Ramos spotted the timing, a big kick under the ball.

The ball arched across half the field to find the young Mata.

A long pass again, Mata’s control was much easier than Ashley Cole’s, without even moving, he absorbed it with his shank, placing it at his feet.

John Mensah, waiting for a rebound, looked bewildered.

He hurried to charge at Mata.

Mata quickly played a sideways pass into the middle and ran forward himself.

Huang Kaiwen extended his left foot with a twirl, and the ball obediently skipped over Toulalan’s head.

With no one defending him, Ballack leaped up for a header, but his placement wasn’t great, sending the ball falling towards the arc in front of the goal.

As the ball landed and bounced, the slowing Huang Kaiwen bent his leg to nudge the ball into the penalty area with his right foot.

He too ran into the box.

The ball precisely found Huntelaar, who was being marked by Chris, and Huntelaar flicked it once more with his head, the ball dropping from the center to the left side of the big penalty area.

Rushing to the front of the small box, Huang Kaiwen didn’t wait for the ball to completely fall, immediately lifting his right foot to strike the back of the ball.

Bam—

Remy Vercoutre, having adjusted for what seemed like forever, made a reflex save. At such close range, he had no way to stop this powerful shot. As he hit the ground, the ball already struck the net with a pleasant rustling sound.

Sitting on the sidelines, having watched most of the match, the Lyon substitute goalkeeper felt neither sad nor joyful.

He was even somewhat admiring.

So this is how Kevin shoots from close range.

Vercoutre never thought he could stop Huang Kaiwen from scoring.

He’s just Lyon’s substitute goalkeeper, not some Yashin Award-winning player.

Before coming on, he set a small goal for himself.

As long as fewer goals went in than with Lloris, today’s appearance would be a success.

“Kevin, the fitness coach wants to sub you out,”

Huntelaar said.

Huang Kaiwen chuckled and patted Huntelaar’s arm, saying: “Buddy, if you want better opportunities, I’d suggest calling everyone coach.”

“Alright,”

Huntelaar didn’t quite get what Huang Kaiwen meant.

But he still instinctively nodded along.

Huang Kaiwen walked to the sideline, high-fived Belotti, and came off.

As he was about to walk toward the bench, Faria stopped him.

“Kevin,”

“What is it, coach?”

Huang Kaiwen stopped, puzzled, and turned around.

Faria directly knelt on the grass, helping Huang Kaiwen tie his somewhat loose shoelaces, looking up with a smile and saying: “Your shoelaces were loose, don’t step on them, it’d be bad if you fell.”