Chapter 2197 - 564: The Final Derby
The ball bounced off Huang Kaiwen’s leg and skipped toward Milan’s penalty area.
Sneijder and Nesta rushed for the ball at the same time, but Sneijder was closer; he got there first, launched himself forward, and glanced it with the back of his head, sending it straight into the box.
Godin turned and instinctively stuck out a leg, wanting to clear it, but ended up stretching his foot right between Milito’s legs.
Diego Milito kicked into Godin’s leg and crashed down hard inside the area.
Beep——
"Oh crap, penalty!"
"Godin totally panicked there."
"Honestly I think it might be the pressure of competition making him overfocus on his performance. After moving to AC Milan, Godin’s been more stable than this, but because Guardiola prefers Thiago Silva, who’s better on the ball, and Nesta still holds a starting spot, Godin must be feeling the heat."
"That really might be it. Every position at AC Milan is fiercely contested, only the wing has fewer backups."
"Milito steps up to the spot himself, run‑up—goal!"
"Milito sends Buffon the wrong way and buries it, 2–0. Inter Milan, at home, go two goals up in the 20th minute of the first half, Argentine striker Diego Milito with a brace."
"This is the last Milan Derby ever hosted at San Siro/Meazza Stadium. After this, AC Milan will move to St. Kevin Stadium. Is this commemorative derby really going to end with an Inter Milan win?"
Andrea Stramaccioni sprinted to the touchline, celebrating wildly.
The young coach lost himself for a moment, even lifting both arms and dancing on the sideline.
He was well built, and his dance moves were actually pretty good.
Can’t blame him.
After Ranieri was sacked, everyone saw him as a mere fireman coach, maybe gone by the end of the season.
But just look at how this match has gone, then look at the score now.
Stramaccioni simply couldn’t help being hyped.
Before this he’d still been worrying about his seat in the Inter Milan dugout.
But if today he can beat an AC Milan side starting Huang Kaiwen...
If Moratti doesn’t fire him at season’s end, he himself will want to walk away from Inter Milan.
Right now Stramaccioni is already wondering whether he should go to England to succeed Ferguson, or find a chance to coach a La Liga giant.
Milito celebrated like crazy.
The faces of the Nerazzurri were flushed red, purely from shouting too hard.
They were way too fired up!
Even Moratti, watching in the stands, couldn’t help springing up from his seat and clapping like mad, as if his hands couldn’t feel pain no matter how hard he slapped them together.
He’d been bottled up for too long!
Before Huang Kaiwen came to Milan City, the red‑and‑black were already pretty dominant.
Afterwards it became outright one‑sided.
Moratti could hardly remember the last time his beloved team had gone two goals up on their crosstown enemy.
If they can win tonight, Moratti is ready to go completely nuts for once.
He’ll go top up Kevin’s tea card with another two million Euro and treat the whole of Milan City to bubble tea.
Watching the Inter Milan players running on the pitch...
Moratti’s eyes started to grow moist.
Under his father’s influence, he fell in love with football and became a die‑hard Inter Milan fan.
But only God knows how hostile Italy’s football environment has been toward Inter Milan.
Back when Moggi was around, they suffered plenty.
After things became fairer, they still couldn’t bloody win.
Every season they got schooled by the red‑and‑black at least twice, in every imaginable way, with Huang Kaiwen scoring against Inter Milan in nearly every manner football allows.
All he could do was watch, again and again, as his team got slaughtered.
The players would trudge back to the dressing room and sit there in despair.
Yet even so, his captain and those kids never gave up.
Moratti even felt a bit grateful to them for holding on this long.
He’d been waiting for this day far too long.
If they win today, he feels it’ll be an even more glorious moment than the great Inter era his father created!
"Defend, all of you get the fuck back and defend!!!"
Once the excitement passed, Stramaccioni roared out onto the pitch.
His face was flushed an unhealthy red, and his heart was pounding at a seriously dangerous rate.
Like when you’re watching the lottery draw and you’ve hit six out of seven numbers already.
As long as they can hold this score, this coach promoted from the Inter Milan Youth Team bench can shoot straight to the top and become a world‑class manager!
Stramaccioni’s arms were whirling like electric fans, constantly pumping up the Inter Milan players.
"Heads up!"
Huang Kaiwen clapped his hands and shouted.
One goal, two goals, he didn’t care.
But right now it was easy for Inter Milan to take advantage of the chaos and score again.
If they conceded too many, even for the Yellow Ball King it would get a bit tricky.
Luckily that Inter Milan coach had already called his players back, which was good news for Milan.
Now the most important thing was to find a chance to get one back and steady the team.
On the restart, van Persie immediately played a sideways pass.
Huang Kaiwen took the ball, rolled it with his right foot, and burst diagonally forward.
Sannetti charged at Huang Kaiwen straight away.
He didn’t stick a leg in yet, instead carefully preparing to get tight.
Seeing that, Huang Kaiwen decided to spook Sannetti a bit: he pulled the ball back with his left foot, then immediately flicked it forward.
Sannetti almost instinctively spun around, ready to stop Huang Kaiwen’s man‑and‑ball split.
But halfway through the turn he realized there was no fucking ball behind him at all—Huang Kaiwen had kept it at his feet.
"Beautiful! Huang Kaiwen’s technique is seriously classy."
"Yeah, I don’t even know how to describe that feint. It’s kind of like a whip‑tail move, but how did Huang Kaiwen manage to pull the ball back to himself?"
Sannetti, having been tricked and lost his balance, wanted to get tight again, but Huang Kaiwen was in no mood to give him another chance.