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Chapter 2015 - 526: Who Can Stand Alone with Sword Drawn

Getting closer to the penalty area, he can only send it from Nesta’s right side into the area and see if Vucinic can receive the ball.

Over a hundred thousand pairs of eyes in the stadium are watching the ball rolling towards the penalty area, Vucinic has already begun his sprint and isn’t offside.

But at this moment, Buffon shouted and rushed out of the big penalty area, diving to press the ball beneath him before the opponent.

"Out of bounds, it’s out of bounds!!!"

Vucinic shouted loudly.

After Rizzoli exchanged words with the linesman, he had the Juventus players step away.

Buffon made the save inside the big penalty area.

"Beautiful, Gigi!"

Huang Kaiwen shouted towards the field: "Goalkeeper, watch the pace too; control the rhythm. When counterattacking, distribute the ball quickly; if the opposition is attacking too fiercely, hold on a bit!"

Buffon threw the ball to Kaka with a hand toss and gave a thumbs up towards the sideline.

Damn it.

Not much need for saving, they really think he’s just eating dry rice here?

Looking at Juventus’s three forwards.

Buffon had already made his judgment, neither Pepe nor Krajisnik are outstanding at shooting.

In open play, both find it hard to make tricky shots.

Though Vucinic often scores decent goals, he needs opportunities to get the ball.

Before the match started, he communicated with Nesta, focusing on Vucinic today.

In this counterattack, van Persie ran to the left wing, and after teaming up with Hazard, forced through three men and struck the post, rebounding off the baseline.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head regretfully.

Playing for over 10 minutes, he noticed the problem on the field too.

Too many big-name stars; not enough ball to go around.

Hazard was clearly restraining himself to cooperate with teammates, but van Persie and Ibrahimovic weren’t so easygoing.

A few minutes later, Huang Kaiwen waved and called Kroos over to the sideline.

"Captain, is there something?"

Kroos asked as he jogged over.

Huang Kaiwen put his arm around Kroos’ shoulders and said: "Robin frequently moves to the center, and Sergio keeps advancing, making your position awkward, Tony."

"I’ll play well."

Kroos promptly assured.

The team’s midfield is damn crowded; if benched, who knows when he’ll start?

"Don’t worry; I don’t intend to sub you out."

Huang Kaiwen pointed near the center line: "I need you to frequently drop back and link up front and back, filling the spot when Sergio advances. They can’t advance with the ball; distribute possession from the back, and transfer the ball to weaker defensive areas. It’s challenging, want to give it a try?"

"I’ll do my best!"

Kroos quickly nodded.

Though constantly retreating to cover Ramos’s ass is a bit annoying.

Distributing possession is the core role of midfield.

He’s trusted!

If Clemente had said this, Kroos might not care much.

But it’s Huang Kaiwen.

The team captain, holder of the number ten jersey, and the current interim coach.

Kroos almost sprinted back onto the field.

The match resumed and immediately he made a sliding tackle, taking down Vidal, and was warned by Rizzoli.

Huang Kaiwen even wiped sweat off for him.

Vidal plays dirty; sooner or later, Kroos would get tackled.

"Old Maldini and Huang Kaiwen are both at the sideline, but Huang Kaiwen seems to be doing more."

"After all, Old Maldini is already 79; speaking a lot to the players takes energy, so they let Huang Kaiwen do it."

[Busquets] probably.

"Damn, I feel like Huang Kaiwen is the acting coach really; Old Maldini is just a figurehead."

"Huang Kaiwen this bastard has always been a ball bully and now occupies the coaching seat; he’s commanded teammates from the sideline before."

"Whether he’s dominant isn’t the point. The real point is Milan players actually listen to him; look at Kroos like he’s on fire; Huang Kaiwen probably wants him to take out some Juventus players."

"You’re going too far; Huang Kaiwen isn’t that low, and it’s not like Vidal is invincible."

"Actually, Milan’s performance today isn’t bad; if Huang Kaiwen’s directing, that bastard isn’t weak."

"I think if Huang Kaiwen becomes a coach, he wouldn’t be bad; he’s always been cunning when he plays."

"The word cunning fits perfectly; Huang Kaiwen’s tricks can twist others’ legs; sometimes he finds teammates perfectly even without looking. Such vision means he wouldn’t be lacking as a coach."

"Honestly, I hope Huang Kaiwen retires and becomes a coach soon; otherwise, the Ballon d’Or seems inevitable."

"The main thing is he gets injured often but always returns to the field."

"People say he fakes injuries."

"Damn, so many times even when his soccer socks are red, it’s also faking? Huang Kaiwen this bastard’s body is truly durable."

On the field, both teams are gradually reaching a stalemate.

Conte’s tactics today were clearly based on defense.

Even in a home game, he shrinks into the penalty area letting Milan attack, totally disregarding face; Huang Kaiwen didn’t really have any good solutions.

Old Maldini has returned to the coaching seat.

Huang Kaiwen also simply sat back down.

"Kevin, Kevin!"

Huang Kaiwen turned his head, seeing Inzaghi waving his arm and calling him.

"What’s up, Filippo?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"If we can’t break through, let me go on,"

Inzaghi said with a cheeky grin.

Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Not that he doubts Inzaghi’s abilities; this old guy can still play.

However, today’s Juventus defense, Inzaghi going up wouldn’t make a difference.

Milan on the field is also gradually slowing down the attacking pace; no team can attack constantly.