CHAPTER 1425: CHAPTER 410: THE YELLOW BALL KING FORGIVES THE GERMANS

Malbranque just passed the ball to Henderson, who wasn’t paying attention at all.

Huang Kaiwen seized the opportunity, extended his foot to intercept the ball, and dashed forward with it.

This move was like firing a starter pistol.

Sunderland players quickly ran back, while Chelsea players charged forward with all their might.

The situation on the field instantly reversed.

Steve Bruce looked at his protégé Henderson with a complex expression.

He thought he was one of the smarter British players, but today he’s been very disappointing.

Despite having made a mistake, Henderson was trying hard to catch up, even as the distance between him and Huang Kaiwen grew further.

David Mellor also abandoned his defensive position to press on the left flank.

Bardsley simply didn’t stand on the defensive line, charging head-on toward Huang Kaiwen.

There was also Malbranque circling back from the center of the field.

Sunderland’s defense quickly pressed toward the left flank.

In his run, Huang Kaiwen tapped the ball to the right with his foot, pretending to charge diagonally into the penalty area.

But in the next second.

He turned and sent a long pass.

Bang——

The ball swiftly crossed the entire half, flying toward the weakly defended right flank.

Huang Kaiwen himself walked toward the center leisurely, as if nothing had happened.

The Sunderland players were terrified by him, running desperately toward the right flank.

McCartney hurriedly rushed toward Ramos, who had the ball.

Joe Murphy, who recovered to his own half, headed straight for Bale behind Ramos.

Ramos turned and passed to Ballack, then continued to run forward.

Joe Murphy turned to chase Ballack.

Ballack quickly turned and made a direct pass.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly half-turned, at the most appropriate moment lifted his right foot, and his heel firmly struck the ball.

Then swiftly completed the turn and stood in place, with no intention of moving forward.

Pah——

The ball rolled into the penalty area in front of Paul Da Silva, passing right by McCartney and finding Ramos who had inserted forward.

As he ran, Ramos used his instep to send a low pass into the center of the penalty area from the right.

Paul Da Silva was already too late to defend.

Locke Cana realized it was too late, and did a sliding tackle trying to intercept the ball.

He then discovered it just missed.

Despite his effort to widen his defensive range after falling, the ball still rolled past him.

Couldn’t intercept it!

Huntelaar, running out from behind him, seized the opportunity and easily pushed the ball into the net with his right foot.

Modric grabbed his hair.

Facing off against Huang Kaiwen back at Tottenham was already overwhelming.

But standing behind him on the field now, Huang Kaiwen’s performance still exceeded his imagination.

When it comes to orchestrating attacks, as a smart player,

he had already acknowledged Huang Kaiwen’s playmaking talent.

But Huang Kaiwen’s footwork techniques still brought him a great shock.

Outstanding playmaking,

superb technique,

calm and smart mind,

not to mention physical attributes.

Modric thought, as a teammate, he could find Huang Kaiwen’s weaknesses.

But now he can’t find any weakness in Huang Kaiwen at all.

Less than ten minutes into the game, Modric already understood why the atmosphere at Chelsea was so harmonious.

The number ten clearly had privileges, yet no one had any opinions about him.

With a teammate like this, playing soccer truly feels effortless.

Winning games easily and often being invited to hang out together.

Receiving gifts during holidays.

Modric also felt that having Huang Kaiwen as a teammate was great.

"Did you see that, did you see it? Buddy, quickly tell me... who the hell is the most talented player in the world!" Mourinho grabbed Boas’s shoulders and shook them vigorously as he shouted wide-mouthed.

"Calm down, Jose, calm down..."

Boas glanced at his handmade suit with a pained expression out of the corner of his eye.

Though he earned a decent salary, he also spent a lot.

He only had a few sets of suits at home to wear for appearances, and if they got damaged, there was no budget to buy a new one.

"Calm?"

Mourinho continued shaking Boas’s shoulders, shouting, "How can I calm down? I’m planning to call Jorge (Mendes), to ask if Bayern wants me. Kevin is going to Bayern, right? Then we’ll conquer Germany together!"

Boas: ...

The season isn’t even over yet, you’re thinking pretty far ahead.

"...No, I need to ask Jorge if we can add a guaranteed clause next time I sign with another team. If they can’t sign Kevin, they’ll have to pay me a penalty... Yes, that should do it."

Mourinho murmured as he squeezed Boas’ shoulders.

Boas listened to the crying of the wool fabric, and his handsome face began to distort.

He swore.

If this suit gets damaged, he’ll definitely go to Mourinho’s house to take something to compensate for his loss.

Mourinho’s excitement wasn’t over yet, and changes happened again on the pitch.

After Chelsea intercepted the ball, Modric took the ball on the left.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen run toward the center, he immediately made a half-height pass.

Under the watch of fans worldwide.

Huang Kaiwen half-turned again, jumped slightly with his left foot powering up, and his right foot struck backward at the ball forcefully.

Scorpion kick through ball!

Pah——

The ball quickly tore through the opponent’s defense to the front left, and the advancing Ashley Cole caught up to send a cross with his instep, the ball flew over Locke Cana and landed in front of the goal, where Huntelaar slid in to score easily.

4:0!

"Goodness, another goal!"

"Huntelaar scores a brace, Chelsea’s counterattack speed is really fast."

"Yes, Huang Kaiwen’s scorpion kick was truly beautiful, today Huang Kaiwen is playing happily, almost playing as he pleases on the field."