After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Torres turned around and chased.

The older Ashley Cole was visibly slower than Torres.

But after the two ran a few meters, Ashley Cole suddenly stopped abruptly, letting Torres rush past.

Ashley Cole himself took the ball on the left, approaching the center.

Once Gattuso and Van Bommel made their moves, Ashley Cole immediately shifted sideways and pushed the ball with his left foot to the advancing Modric.

Modric was not as slow as before; he stretched his foot directly, without stopping the ball, and sent out a lob pass.

The ball fell directly into the big penalty area.

Drogba and Huntelaar both moved forward.

Both of them had excellent physiques.

Godin marked Huntelaar, but Bender couldn’t stop Drogba.

Luckily, Buffon abandoned the goal at the crucial moment and rushed to the ball at Drogba’s feet first.

Drogba, ready to shoot, restrained his kick and played it to the right side.

"Whoa, Chelsea started the match with an offensive move; this attack clearly aims to leverage their physical advantage."

"Yes, with Drogba and Huntelaar, plus the fast-paced Bale, today’s incomplete AC Milan defense is really up against a challenge."

"Actually, AC Milan should consider changing their strategy today and engage in counter-attacks. Even without Messi, Torres and van Persie are top-notch players, and Kaka is also on the bench."

Nesta on the stand swung his fist hard.

If it were him, he would have cleared the ball rather than tussle with Drogba.

But Bender clearly didn’t have this awareness.

The kid didn’t consider his own physique and tried to duel Drogba.

Nesta’s physical condition couldn’t meet the requirements for playing, so he couldn’t even make the squad.

That’s why he felt tormented.

Every time he watched teammates make mistakes, he wanted to play but couldn’t.

This feeling of wanting to defeat enemies but being powerless is quite terrible.

"Don’t worry, we won’t lose."

Ramos spoke to reassure him.

In his view, with Huang Kaiwen starting, there’s virtually no chance of losing.

"I know we won’t lose, but I’m still anxious."

Nesta sighed.

Milan organized a counter-attack on the field.

Antonini sent a diagonal pass directly forward.

Rakitic got the ball and saw Mikel closely marking Huang Kaiwen; he still attempted a through pass.

This pass had considerable lead time.

Mikel was somewhat prepared.

But in a stationary position, he could stick to Huang Kaiwen.

Once they accelerated, the difference in explosive power was evident.

Mikel hadn’t even taken his first step when Huang Kaiwen already shot out over a meter.

Mikel, tracking back, couldn’t help but wonder.

He wanted to know how Huang Kaiwen reacted so quickly without false starts on the track.

Mikel could guarantee that Huang Kaiwen’s reaction time would have resulted in false starts in athletics.

He exerted all his strength, his feet forcefully pushing backwards.

But the gap with Huang Kaiwen still didn’t narrow.

Bosingwa cursed under his breath, focusing on returning to the penalty area in time.

He had no intention of facing Huang Kaiwen one-on-one outside the area.

Inside the penalty area, if things go wrong, Terry can cover.

Outside the area, if they are bypassed, they won’t even be able to delay time.

Then he and Terry would only be able to approach individually.

Huang Kaiwen decelerated and faced Bosingwa with the ball, also slightly bending to adjust his center of gravity.

Huang Kaiwen took small strides to keep advancing, forcing Bosingwa to retreat steadily.

After two steps, Huang Kaiwen suddenly slid his left foot over the ball, then switched to his right foot.

But his right foot didn’t go over the ball, instead the outer foot twitched the ball to the right, feigning a breakthrough.

Bosingwa quickly reached out to follow, but as soon as he moved, Huang Kaiwen’s right foot toe pulled the ball, sending it rolling toward the baseline from behind his left leg.

Bosingwa awkwardly adjusted again.

But Huang Kaiwen didn’t give him a chance, maneuvering past Bosingwa, he immediately twisted his body, his right foot snaking under the left leg to toe the ball from behind.

Snap—

The ball was delivered comfortably, with suitable height and decent speed.

Terry ran to the left for reinforcement, van Persie easily advanced in front of the goal.

At this moment, Cech leaped high with both hands to grab the ball.

Afraid van Persie would persist, he held the ball in his arms.

"Damn it, what are you doing?"

Cech turned and yelled.

Terry looked at Cech with an innocent expression.

Cech shouted with his mouth wide open, "Kevin hasn’t even entered the box, yet you both went over to defend, leaving the middle wide open. A Dutchman and a Croatian rushed in, almost costing us a goal, you know, you jerks?"

Terry could only raise his right hand, pressing it down to calm him down, and said, "Relax, Iron Man, we didn’t concede, did we? If I hadn’t run to the left, Kevin might have gone straight into the box."

"You always have an excuse!"

Cech said irritably.

He somewhat recognized Terry’s explanation.

Terry had said before.

He wanted to defend Huang Kaiwen, someone needed to be ahead first.

Force Huang Kaiwen’s position, the pressure on Terry would be much less.

If it were one-on-one, even if attempted a hundred times, Terry couldn’t guarantee stealing once.

Huang Kaiwen ran back to midfield.

This time Chelsea passed the ball to the left.

Bale was very fast, even the experienced Gattuso misjudged, allowing Bale to successfully break through.

San Siro Stadium echoed with surprised exclamations.