Chapter 2419 - 611: Brilliant Life

Chapter 2419: Chapter 611: Brilliant Life

The professor walked out of the passage, and St. Kevin Stadium immediately erupted with thunderous cheers.

"Arsene!"

"Arsene!"

"Arsene!"

The professor, dressed in a neat suit, raised his hands high as he walked onto the field.

Taking the microphone from Gagliani, the professor said, "Thank you for your support and trust, coming to an unfamiliar environment, I know it’s not easy. Now, just like you, I hope to see AC Milan win..."

The scene immediately burst into warm applause.

"Football is not just a game, it’s also our life. We care about beautiful games, and we care about the value it brings. It can fuel our blood, we may care, we may worry, we may despair, but on the green field, dreams come true. It’s you all, the players, that make this place a dream-fulfilling venue. What I want to do is protect your dreams!"

Boom—

St. Kevin Stadium erupted in cheers once more.

What Wenger said was exactly what they wanted.

Moreover, Wenger’s past coaching achievements and the style of the teams he managed were enough to make fans believe he could do it.

The young lady leaned on Huang Kaiwen, saying, "It seems the new coach is quite popular."

"That is Mr. Wenger!"

Huang Kaiwen exclaimed.

If Wenger can coach AC Milan for ten years,

combined with Milan’s current financial strength and connections,

Milan would be the undoubtedly greatest team of this century.

At last, a worrying matter was resolved.

Huang Kaiwen went to bed early to prepare for tomorrow’s 200-meter preliminary race.

But in Milan City, besides Kaka and Ramos, there was one person who couldn’t sleep.

Inzaghi sat in his apartment, feeling like crying but tearless.

He was prematurely brought back to Milan by the new coach.

He was really afraid that not being there might lead to Huang Kaiwen losing the 200-meter final.

Inzaghi spread out all the photos of the competing athletes on the ground.

He vigorously struck other athletes’ photos with Huang Kaiwen’s photo, repeatedly mimicking "hoho hashie" sounds in his mouth, playing this simple game for half the night.

Soon after two in the morning, he couldn’t hold on any longer and fell asleep on the ground.

The next day, the sunlight shone on Inzaghi’s face, he impatiently waved his hand, as if that could chase away the sunlight.

But a few seconds later, he suddenly panicked, jumped up frantically, glanced at the wall clock, and cursed, "Damn it, I’m late."

While getting dressed, he bumped into the cupboard.

Without even washing up, Inzaghi dashed out of the house, rudely opened the car door, inserted the key, and sped off with a stomp on the accelerator.

Yesterday, while chatting with Wenger on the plane.

The other consistently smiled.

But it only made Inzaghi more afraid.

From his life experience, this type of coach was harder to deal with.

He almost didn’t decelerate, driving all the way to Milanello.

After parking, he ran towards the direction of the training ground, seeing his teammates already on the sidelines, he quickly went into the dressing room to change clothes.

Even so.

Inzaghi didn’t forget to use tape to attach a small radio to himself.

"Applause!"

The professor standing at the edge of the field yelled.

The Milan players held back their laughter and clapped.

The professor laughed and said, "Filippo didn’t forget training today, and that’s a good thing."

Hahaha.

The teammates couldn’t hold back, clutching their stomachs and laughing.

Inzaghi scratched his head awkwardly and said, "I was kind of excited because we switched to a coach like you, so I couldn’t sleep and woke up late."

"Go run a few laps to warm up then."

The professor patted Inzaghi on the shoulder and said.

"Go, Filippo, break Kevin’s record!"

Gattuso jeered.

Buffon, equally excited, shouted, "Go buddy, no one’s going to stop you, maybe you’ll discover a new talent!"

Inzaghi showed them the middle finger, took the initiative to start jogging on the outdoor track.

When he ran behind the professor, he hurriedly took out an earphone and tucked it into his right ear.

Tuning the channel across the fabric, finally hearing familiar voices.

"The 200-meter preliminary is about to start, Kevin is in the first group again."

"In the second lane is Cuban athlete Michael Herrera, the third lane is Swiss athlete Alex Wilson, the fourth lane is American athlete Isaiah Young, a competitor participating in the Olympics for the first time..."

Inzaghi mumbled, "Those Americans are all on drugs, how do they deserve to compete with Kevin?"

But he kept his attention on the radio.

"The fifth lane is Kevin, the sixth lane is Nigeria’s Noah Akwu, the seventh lane is Brada Gregory, the eighth lane is Somalia’s Murawiejow, the ninth lane is Brazilian athlete Edmilson da Silva, ready to begin."

"Today, a considerable number of spectators have gathered in the London bowl, all waiting for Kevin’s performance. However, after the triathlon, Kevin has consumed a lot of energy; will his path to advancing today be smooth?"

Inzaghi also felt a bit worried in his heart.

But he still cursed "idiots" under his breath.

Huang Kaiwen was already prepared.

"Set!"

The cold electronic synthetic voice sounded once more.

Huang Kaiwen switched to a crouching start.

Bang—

"The race has started, we see Huang Kaiwen exploding very strongly at the start, his start speed is exceptionally quick, yet at this straight phase, Brazilian athlete Edmilson still performs remarkably."

Huang Kaiwen felt some pressure.

Because his physical condition hadn’t been adjusted to the best yet.

But indeed, this group of competitors wasn’t all that strong.

He could already feel it while running.

First into the curve!

Huang Kaiwen still went into the bend first.

At this phase, it could be said that the field belonged to Huang Kaiwen.

His robust body balance could greatly aid Huang Kaiwen in maintaining his center of gravity on curve stages.

The gap opened in an instant.

Just now neck-and-neck with Huang Kaiwen, Edmilson immediately fell behind.

Although he was striving hard to burst, he still couldn’t prevent himself from gradually falling behind Huang Kaiwen.

Most competitors anticipated this situation; after all, Huang Kaiwen’s PB was 19.19 seconds, a record enough to deter them.

Plenty of athletes prepare for fighting for second place once grouped with Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen’s long legs widened the lead on the curve.

Indeed.

Upon finishing the curve stage, Huang Kaiwen easily shrugged off the centrifugal force, unaffected.

Other competitors somewhat slowed down.

In just this second or even less than a second, Huang Kaiwen again expanded the gap.

However, Huang Kaiwen’s sprinting speed wasn’t as fast as usual.

Reaching the straight stage, rather than further extending the lead.

Now, other competitors began exerting effort.

Alex Wilson accelerated fiercely, attempting to challenge Huang Kaiwen’s leading position.

However, this Swiss athlete couldn’t even catch up with second-place Edmilson da Silva.

Huang Kaiwen appeared to jog leisurely yet maintained the lead consistently.

Here came the final thirty meters.

The London bowl already started resonating with cheers.

After sprinting over ten meters, Huang Kaiwen began decelerating.

Having a rough idea of his state, he prepared for the subsequent semi-finals and finals.

Even like this, Huang Kaiwen still finished first.

"Huang Kaiwen!!!"

"Huang Kaiwen slowed down in the last stage, reminding us of a Jamaican athlete, Powell. But Huang Kaiwen is still group first, 20.41 seconds, this performance isn’t excellent for Huang Kaiwen, yet we know he didn’t exert full effort."

"Yes, hiding oneself during preliminaries is better, especially since Huang Kaiwen has completed four events. Now, we’re uncertain about his physical condition, needing rational energy distribution haha."

"Moreover Bolt, Bolt’s dominance in 200 meters is stronger than 100 meters, clearly Huang Kaiwen is waiting for a showdown with Bolt."

Commentators from various countries passionately shouted in various languages.

Just like the electrifying atmosphere of the London bowl.

Huang Kaiwen was unquestionably the biggest star of this Olympic Games.

Milanello.

Hearing that Huang Kaiwen advanced as the first in his group, Inzaghi immediately accelerated his run excitedly.

Wenger looking at the sprinting Inzaghi couldn’t help but smile, though this guy was a bit mischievous, he was quite obedient, not shirking his punishment at all!