CHAPTER 1055: 0341 SEARCHING FOR ERIC (PLEASE SUBSCRIBE)_3

Van der Sar breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, the opponent aimed too precisely.

Huang Kaiwen’s many shots were right under the crossbar’s edge, for most players, kicking such shots requires luck.

But Huang Kaiwen had scored too many similar goals.

Van der Sar really wanted to know how Huang Kaiwen practiced it.

As a child, War God Bati practiced shooting at his family’s chicken coop, aiming for the sturdy parts to avoid a beating, honing his skills that way.

But even Bati’s shooting accuracy couldn’t compare to Huang Kaiwen’s.

Did he practice in an even smaller area?

Taking the ball from the ball boy, Van der Sar passed it to Gary Neville.

Huang Kaiwen rushed forward to press him, and Gary Neville hastily kicked the ball past Huang Kaiwen.

Fletcher received the ball and quickly passed it horizontally to Giggs.

Giggs then sent the ball to the left wing.

Mikel, who had been teased several times, finally managed a successful steal, and quickly backheeled the ball back.

The oncoming Ramos kicked the ball out with a big kick.

Bang——

"Mate, do you have to be so harsh!"

Mikel instinctively said, then he saw the ball fly through Chelsea’s backfield and finally fall into Manchester United’s penalty area.

Evans headed the ball out of the box before Deco could get to it.

Immediately, the entire Dream Theatre was filled with the sound of people gasping.

The stubborn Ferguson even opened his mouth wide, allowing the chewing gum to escape from his mouth.

Huang Kaiwen appeared at the right side of the arc, and after Evans’ header clearance, the ball went straight to Huang Kaiwen’s feet.

Huang Kaiwen lifted his right foot under the ball, making it bounce up again. Then he twisted, his left foot supporting, and his right foot swung at the ball.

Bang——

Standing near the small box line, Van der Sar noticed the ball was flying towards the goalpost again, and he was not happy, instead, he cursed inwardly.

Damn!

Another falling leaf shot.

At this moment, he didn’t have time to adjust his position, he could only jump and reach out.

Even with his arms stretched out, he was still some distance from the ball. In the air, Van der Sar instinctively shut his eyes, because he knew, it’s over!

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!!!"

"Another iconic goal from Kevin."

"As long as Kevin wants, the ball doesn’t even need to touch the ground."

"Van der Sar is already one of the best goalkeepers on this planet, but even he is powerless against Kevin. Perhaps Buffon is feeling quite relieved watching this match in front of the TV. Gianluigi, don’t deny it, I know Juventus played yesterday, you must be watching Kevin play."

"Ferguson’s team has done well, Chelsea players made one mistake after another today, but even with such teammates, there’s no stopping Kevin. On the field, competing against 21 players is something Kevin is used to. Maybe they can have Cech and Van der Sar stand together, Chelsea players switch to Manchester United’s half, and Kevin attacks them alone... Of course, even then, the result wouldn’t change. Kevin would just need to show a little more of his hidden strength."

"Wow! Kevin is once again imitating Cantona’s celebration, which is a thank you to the Manchester United fans for their applause, Kevin is just this kind of person, he never forgets everyone who encourages him."

"Speaking of which, I feel Kevin’s celebration is even cooler than Cantona’s. It’s a pity Chelsea’s jersey doesn’t have a collar. I still remember Cantona’s commercial, where he popped his collar and kicked the demon-goalkeeper to pieces. But I have to say, the ad planners were really dumb, on Kevin’s planet, there’s no way a demon would even dare to show up."

Buffon in front of the TV was dumbfounded.

He didn’t expect to be called out just for watching a game.

Being a public figure isn’t good.

Even his girlfriend’s loud voice during happy moments can make it to the newspapers, and watching a game also gets him named by commentators.

Buffon didn’t even realize when he developed a habit of watching Huang Kaiwen’s games. As long as it didn’t clash with Juventus’ match timings, he would choose to watch it live.

Every time after watching Huang Kaiwen’s games, deep down he felt one thing.

He must honestly admit, he doesn’t want Huang Kaiwen to return to Italy, to play in Serie A!

In the summer, Manchester City offered him a sky-high salary, with even more extravagant conditions.

Besides the salary, there was also the title of tourism ambassador, for which he just had to travel to the UAE twice a year, take photos and post them online or in the newspapers, and he would get an after-tax income of 2 million Euro.

And he could bring 10 people along each time, and all expenses would be covered by the other party.

It was clear Manchester City really wanted a top goalkeeper, and Buffon admitted that the total income exceeding 10 million Euro a year was very tempting.

But when he thought of that number ten, he still turned down this generous contract.

That kid is named Joe Hart, poor guy.

It’s not that Hart is too fragile, it’s just that his opponent simply isn’t human!

Buffon casually picked up a notebook from the sofa, biting the end of the pen as he started to word his thoughts.

Serie A has already declined and isn’t worthy of a superstar, the Premier League is better.

...

"Get up and warm up."

Ferguson extended two fingers.

Tevez and Welbeck simultaneously took off their training vests and stood by the sideline.

Dream Theatre was filled with rounds of applause.

It’s not clear whether the Red Demons were applauding for the manager’s courage or wishing to encourage the players about to come on the field.

"Boss, you called for me."