Chapter 2144 - 553: Artificial What?
The game restarted.
Ancelotti sat steadily on the coaching bench.
Sam Allardyce, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still, explaining to Ancelotti: "The simulation before also showed that we will surely win."
"I understand, it’s a computer, after all, it can make mistakes."
Ancelotti said with a feigned generosity.
Sam Allardyce: ...
"It’s not like that."
Allardyce hurriedly said: "Our chance of victory lies with Kevin because Kevin will definitely get injured today."
"Did you consult a wizard?"
Ancelotti asked in surprise.
Allardyce quickly shook his head and said: "No wizard, after several simulation results, there’s an analysis of Kevin’s performance. Just now, Kevin used his body to dribble past players several times, which is consistent with our simulation. Based on his injury history, accumulated fatigue, daily life plus his dietary habits, and restraining himself too much from eating red meat, the results are calculated comprehensively."
"Okay, I see."
Ancelotti nodded and said.
Turning his head, he whispered to Tassotti: "When I first heard about artificial intelligence, I thought it was some ’terminator,’ but it turned out to be a fraud."
"Carlo, Willingness Power is still more reliable!"
Tassotti immediately said.
Ancelotti nodded in satisfaction and said: "In the past, we only considered shielding the opponents from receiving Willingness Power, without realizing that on-site fans could also interfere with players’ absorption. Now that we’ve blocked these people, the team should perform better."
Sam Allardyce sat on the side, feeling both amused and helpless.
Watching the two discussing in all seriousness.
He began to doubt if everything he was pursuing couldn’t match up to Ancelotti’s Willingness Power.
On the field, both sides were locked in a fierce battle.
In terms of talent, Chelsea should have the upper hand.
Mikel was once called a little Zidane, even now he occasionally flashes with brilliance.
Modric, needless to say, is a player who uses his brain to play.
Milan’s midfield organization today leaned towards defense.
But even more absurdly, Chelsea’s midfield combination wasn’t far behind in terms of hardness.
Huntelaar ran tirelessly along with Huang Kaiwen.
His arms and hands were always making some moves.
Huang Kaiwen said helplessly: "Buddy, if you keep this up, I’m going to suddenly burst past you."
"Kevin."
Huntelaar pleaded: "The European Cup is about to start, I need Van Marwijk to see my performance, only one of us can be in the starting lineup, me or that bastard van Persie."
Huang Kaiwen: ...
What Huntelaar said left the Yellow Ball King dumbstruck.
Is the Netherlands team’s striker now considering defense? You’re way too over-competitive.
But even if Huntelaar said that, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t hold back.
If Mr. Huang got marked out by a winger, he might become the laughingstock of the world.
Modric, who had the ball, once again passed it to the left wing.
Bale took the ball forward and was clearly going to use his speed to outpace Gattuso.
Gattuso immediately blocked the sideline.
Seeing this, Bale was about to go around from outside the sideline.
However, he didn’t expect Gattuso to awkwardly turn and block in front of him, and Bale couldn’t make the first move, leaving the ball for Zambrotta who rushed in.
Zambrotta passed horizontally to stabilize the situation.
Bale spread his hands at the referee Bruche.
Bruche immediately shook his finger, indicating no foul.
"That was a beautiful defense by Gattuso."
"Yes, it looked awkward underfoot, but it achieved its effect. Mainly because Gattuso didn’t use his hands, so this defense was actually very clean, a typical case of ’ball passes, man doesn’t.’
"The Italian defenders have quite a good command of technique."
Chelsea pressed up to force the play.
Milan couldn’t get the ball out in the first instance.
The defense line was lacking the ability to pass the ball today.
Huang Kaiwen had no choice but to retreat to the backfield.
Sven Bender, who had the ball, didn’t think twice before sending a straight pass to Huang Kaiwen.
Bale and Modric both noticed, especially Bale, who started sprinting toward Huang Kaiwen ahead of time.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t have the habit of waiting for the ball on the spot.
Even with Bale’s full sprint, Huang Kaiwen, running to meet the ball, got to it first.
The two of them almost collided.
Modric stood in front of Huang Kaiwen.
Not giving Huang Kaiwen any space to buffer.
Zambrotta, running wide to support, instinctively closed his eyes for a moment.
But the San Siro roared with exclamations.
The originally fast-sprinting Huang Kaiwen, upon getting the ball, seemed unaffected by inertia, forcefully spun counterclockwise with a Marseille turn, completing a 150° turn, and with a touch, drove away with the ball.
Modric and Bale looked at each other in bewilderment.
Modric’s small eyes were full of questions.
Bale’s head shook left and right like a rattle.
What’s he doing looking at him?
Though his speed was fast, his physical fitness was not that exaggerated.
Even without trying it himself, just watching Huang Kaiwen perform the move, Bale could imagine how much pressure Huang Kaiwen’s joints, abdominal muscles, and cruciate ligaments were under.
This move alone could easily have him lying in a hospital bed for half a year.
Chelsea had pressed a bit too far forward.
Seeing Huang Kaiwen getting the ball, they quickly scrambled to run back.
But Huang Kaiwen had already noticed the opportunity; he only dribbled for two seconds before his left foot angled the ball upwards.
Pop—
When Huang Kaiwen made the pass, his left foot had a clear upward flick.
The ball quickly sailed over Chelsea’s defense and the starting van Persie, dropping near the big penalty arc.