CHAPTER 1423: CHAPTER 410: THE YELLOW BALL KING FORGIVES THE GERMANS

Seeing this, Steve Bruce sighed in relief.

But in the next second.

The eyes of this well-experienced former Manchester United captain almost popped out of their sockets.

Only to see Huang Kaiwen use the heel of his right foot, which was forward planted, with the toe of his left foot assisting, both feet gripping the ball as he jumped and bent his knees backwards.

His left foot quickly landed, but his right foot made another forceful move.

A rainbow flick!!!

Craziness.

The fans were going crazy!

All the commentators worldwide were going crazy!

Huang Kaiwen used a rainbow flick while surrounded by three players, with several defenders in front of him!

The ball flew from the left side of the big penalty area, over the heads of several players, landing precisely in front of Huntelaar.

Huntelaar lifted his right foot, and the ball hit his shin, landing in front of him.

Is it going in? Even Mourinho couldn’t help but feel tense.

After adjusting, Huntelaar immediately swung his right foot, Sunderland’s fullback McCartney dived in with a slide tackle, and the ball ricocheted off him, bouncing quickly towards the sidelines and rolling out.

"Criminal!!!"

"Huntelaar, this is criminal!!!"

Crudeli shouted angrily.

"We witnessed the most imaginative and outstanding pass in football history, but it was all ruined by a Dutchman. Mourinho should really take advantage of the transfer window still being open, trade Huntelaar plus 30 million for Van Persie. Both are Dutch, yet the gap between Huntelaar and Van Persie is as exaggerated as the gap between Van Persie and Kevin. From his shooting action, I even thought he was a Dutch defender."

"If he wasn’t a bit shorter, I’d even think it was Stam who took the shot."

"Huntelaar murdered the world’s most artistic assist, wasting an opportunity destined to be recorded in history. Kevin’s rainbow flick pass found him accurately amidst multiple defenders, yet he couldn’t put the ball in the net under a defender’s tackle. If you ask me, missing this goal, Huntelaar should already be on the electric chair!"

The entire Stamford Bridge sighed.

Huntelaar covered his face, kneeling in the penalty area.

If he had shot faster without adjusting, or faked once and then shot, it wouldn’t have been directly blocked by the defender.

At that time, he never thought Huang Kaiwen could pass to him.

He was too excited after receiving the ball, immediately shooting after adjusting.

Now he’s somewhat regretful.

Wasted a beautiful assist.

"Get up, man."

Huang Kaiwen walked into the penalty area, bent down, and extended a hand.

"I’m sorry, Kevin."

Huntelaar looked up and said.

"Just score next time."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"But next time might not have such a wonderful assist, I wasted the chance."

Huntelaar said with a somewhat downcast tone.

Even if Huang Kaiwen and the fans don’t blame him, Huntelaar blames himself.

As a player born in the Netherlands, he understands the worth of such a ball all too well.

He wasted a pass that could be called a century assist.

"No matter how brilliant, it’s just a goal after all."

Huang Kaiwen grabbed Huntelaar’s arm, pulling him up with force.

"But, Kevin..."

"No buts, don’t wear a long face here."

Huang Kaiwen ruffled Huntelaar’s head a few times, putting an arm around his neck and walking towards the sideline, laughing and scolding: "Keep this up, and the coach might send you to Real Madrid to play the Europa League."

The Stamford Bridge erupted in rounds of applause.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

Although it was a pity that this ball didn’t go in.

Huang Kaiwen’s subsequent performance greatly pleased the Chelsea fans.

Perhaps only with such magnanimity can one have a skill level worthy of it.

Sunderland’s players concentrated on the right route.

Most players fell back to their own half to defend, only Darren Bent remained in Chelsea’s half awaiting a chance to counterattack.

Henderson once again stood blocking Huang Kaiwen.

McCartney reached the sideline, but his eyes kept glancing back to watch.

Clearly waiting to defend against Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen gestured back with a finger, and Ramos took a step back to run up.

As Ramos made his move, Huang Kaiwen feigned a rush into the penalty area, immediately changing direction to run back, and Ramos threw the ball towards the opposite direction of the opposing penalty area.

The unsuspecting Henderson tried to turn with him, but his body couldn’t keep up, slipping and falling on the turf.

Bent standing in front of the halfway line quickly ran back.

Bent’s speed is not bad.

Huang Kaiwen’s speed is even faster.

Huang Kaiwen, having already judged the drop point well, pretended to misjudge, taking two steps back when reaching the spot, letting Bent continue to accelerate.

He then turned towards the ball, with just one step taken, twisted his body and foot at once, moving from the left rear side of the ball to the right side, confusing the retreating Bent with a series of moves, causing him to rush past Huang Kaiwen without a moment to spare.

Huang Kaiwen was already behind the ball by now.

"Wow, Huang Kaiwen is really playing tricks here!"

"Yeah, he didn’t even touch the ball to make the opposing player sway. Huang Kaiwen truly plays the way he pleases on the pitch."

Huang Kaiwen passed the ball to Modric.

Modric dribbled back two steps and then turned, seeing Bent catching up, Modric switched the ball from his right to his left foot, not only failing to land a kick, but he also added a bit more force.

Modric took a hit, bumping the ball backwards.

The main referee had his whistle ready in his mouth, but seeing Huang Kaiwen running to the left to receive the ball, he didn’t blow.

Malbranque rushed towards Huang Kaiwen.