Chapter 2434 - 615: Simeone Is Not a Bad Person

Chapter 2434: Chapter 615: Simeone Is Not a Bad Person

But his center of gravity couldn’t be adjusted in time, he could only force himself to jump in place and stretch out his arms, and the ball dropped almost without any spin into the right side of the net.

Courtois knew that even if he dived, he still wouldn’t be able to stop this one.

The lateral and vertical changes of direction were just too outrageous; this kind of ball is the type where even the guy taking it would say he himself has no idea what path it’s going to take. To save this, you can only rely on luck—if you rely on your eyes, you’re absolutely not getting to it.

"Goal!!!!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!!!"

"Kevin has once again pulled off his signature move, that bizarre?curve free kick."

"Back when they faced Barca, in stoppage time, Kevin used an S?route free kick to score the winner, but the trajectory of this one is even stranger. I’m even starting to suspect that Kevin can control the ball’s flight with his mind."

"Otherwise how do you explain a ball that was originally flying towards the left, suddenly making a 130?degree sharp turn?"

"When a person’s control over his own body reaches this terrifying level, there’s no difficulty left that can stop Kevin. Even if Kevin says he wants to lose 50 kilos in a single day, I’d only ask him how he plans to do it, instead of questioning whether he can do it."

"The essence of football is brilliant goals. Kevin’s matches don’t need too much hype: even though we know he gets up at four in the morning to train; we know he still insists on playing when he has a fever; we know he took pain?killing injections to play in UEFA Champions League knockouts; we know he kept fighting on the pitch even after losing his hearing..."

"Kevin rarely talks about these things, because he knows that his feet are already enough. When you go watch a movie, it’s because the movie itself is good enough, not because of anything else. It’s the same when we watch Kevin’s games—on any pitch, Kevin has never let people down!"

Huang Kaiwen had already been swallowed up by his delirious teammates.

The cheers at Stade Louis II echoed across the whole of Monaco.

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Simeone’s antics after Atletico Madrid scored had made him the public enemy of this almost universally Catholic country.

Precisely because of that.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s hat?trick only drove them even crazier.

Right now, all across Monaco, and even the fans in front of their TVs,

just wish Milan can romp to a big win and slap Simeone hard in the face.

"Arsene, a hat?trick in 4 minutes."

Borde swallowed and said.

Getting no response, he turned to look at the Professor standing on the touchline with his arms folded.

The Professor still wore his usual calm expression.

But Borde noticed that this old partner of his was trembling ever so slightly.

This time Borde had learned his lesson and didn’t call him out.

Mattia De Sciglio had been promoted to the first team by the Professor.

Playing first?team football at 20 isn’t rare at all in the Professor’s sides.

Inzaghi slung an arm around De Sciglio and asked, "Do you know why Kevin’s free kicks can bend like that?"

"No idea."

De Sciglio shook his head.

"The secret behind Kevin’s brilliant kicking, I’m the only one in the world who knows it. But since you came through AC Milan Youth, and you’ve got the right look, I’ve decided to tell you."

Inzaghi said mysteriously.

"Really?"

De Sciglio asked.

Just that one line from Inzaghi sent his expectations soaring.

"Of course. But first you have to join the Holy Roman Empire."

Inzaghi coaxed.

"Mm?mm, no problem!"

De Sciglio nodded hard.

"If you want to join the Holy Roman Empire, you have to complete the task the Empire gives you before you can become a citizen of the Empire. Once you’ve earned a title, I’ll tell you the secret."

Inzaghi said.

A few days ago he’d asked Huang Kaiwen why his empire’s expansion kept running into obstacles.

Huang Kaiwen broke the whole thing down for him.

Shenluo lacked core competitiveness.

The Americans keep banging on about freedom and equality and export their culture from all angles; that’s how they became the beacon of the world.

The United Kingdom’s economy isn’t doing great now, so they keep their finances afloat by attracting rich immigrants, which is why they cut taxes.

What does Shenluo have?

You’ve got to offer something that attracts people, so they willingly join up.

Inzaghi learned on the spot—he started using the secret of Kevin’s superb kicking to lure people in.

For players, that’s actually pretty tempting.

Once he’s successfully roped De Sciglio in, he’ll head over to the youth team and find a few who aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed—who knows, maybe that’s how the Shenluo National Team gets formed.

"Damn it, can you guys stop fouling in the defensive third!"

Courtois roared.

He seriously didn’t want to face another Huang Kaiwen free kick.

"Kid, you looking for a fight or what?"

Daniel Dias snapped back as he turned around.

Courtois had been whining nonstop just now, which really got on his nerves.

"What, you think I’m scared of you? Come on then!"

Courtois curled his fingers at him and shouted.

Gabi hurried over with Koke to hold Diaz back and push him away, trying to calm him down.

If teammates start brawling and pick up two red cards, the Milan Players will be dying of laughter.

This was just a microcosm of Atletico Madrid.

The game wasn’t going their way, and every Milan attack was deadly accurate.

Plus they had their coach on the touchline constantly stoking the fire.

On top of that, the referee’s threshold for fouls was pretty loose.

Every Atletico Madrid player was carrying a bit of a fuse.

Their passing speed also picked up.

Koke held the ball a bit too long, got hassled by De Bruyne and failed to control it under his feet, gifting it straight to Kroos.

Kroos turned smoothly and played a straight pass with the inside of his foot, placing the ball neatly at Hazard’s feet.

Hazard saw Gabi coming over to defend, so he immediately dribbled towards the middle.

Tracking back, Koke simply turned and used his backside to knock Hazard to the ground.