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Chapter 1852 - 493: Cech’s Shout

In the away team’s locker room.

Guardiola held a delicate silver knife in his hand.

On the floor were pictures of Satan and a few other people.

Recently, he had been very uneasy because Huang Kaiwen had performed remarkably well as a goalkeeper and had not gotten injured.

He had deliberately made dozens of phone calls to Mourinho, and Mourinho was still in good health.

Every day when Guardiola went out, he was on edge, fearing an advertisement board might suddenly fall on him while walking on the street.

Today’s match against Chelsea was another crucial battle.

Guardiola thought instead of waiting for disaster to strike, it was better to take the initiative and sacrifice something of his own.

But after weighing the knife near his finger for a long time, he still couldn’t make up his mind.

Fingers are linked to the heart, after all.

Putting down the knife, Guardiola sighed deeply and said, "I guess I’ll have to trouble Jose again..."

...

"The camera panned to Chelsea’s boss, Abramovich, who chose to sit in the stands to watch the match and was clapping for Huang Kaiwen."

"The players from both teams have returned to the player tunnel, and the most anticipated quarter-final match is about to begin."

"Alright, let’s take a look at the starting lineups for both sides."

Chelsea’s 4-4-2 diamond midfield:

Goalkeeper: Cech,

Defense: Ashley Cole, Terry, Alex, Paul Ferreira,

Midfield: Bale, Modric, Essien, Ramires,

Forwards: Huntelaar, Drogba.

AC Milan’s 4-3-3 with double defensive midfielders:

Goalkeeper: Buffon,

Defense: Zambrotta, Nesta, Thiago Silva, Ramos,

Midfield: Pirlo, Rakitic, Van Bommel,

Forwards: Huang Kaiwen, Torres, Kaka.

"Both teams have very luxurious front lines, and strikers like Ibrahimovic and Higuain are sitting on the bench."

"Yes, in this pivotal match, both sides have fielded their best available lineups. We see that at critical moments, Guardiola still trusts his veterans. The previously favored Bender brothers didn’t make it to the starting lineup."

"Rakitic, however, has secured his position mainly because of his strong functionality. Playing alongside Huang Kaiwen, you don’t need to excel at attacking; just pass the ball and then go back to defend."

"Heh heh, that’s not quite right. Capello’s Real Madrid once teamed Guti with Huang Kaiwen, with Raul pulling strings up front. Looking back, Huang Kaiwen’s teammates over the years have varied in style, but he never seems out of place."

"Yes, Huang Kaiwen’s adaptability is impressive. Every time he transfers to a new club, he seamlessly fits in, requiring no adjustment period."

Compared to Milan’s ease, the Chelsea players wore serious expressions on their faces.

Huang Kaiwen had been gone for more than half a year, yet it felt like those days were just yesterday.

Winning used to be easy, but facing Huang Kaiwen’s Milan now was a different story.

After the players lined up and listened to the UEFA Champions League anthem, Huang Kaiwen and Terry walked to the center circle, exchanged flags, and then returned to the center circle to flip a coin.

"You go first."

Terry joked, "You’re the guest today."

"Age before beauty; you never know how many more times you’ll be flipping coins with me."

Huang Kaiwen responded with a smile.

Terry shook his head helplessly and said, "Heads."

Trying to outtalk Huang Kaiwen always ended in failure.

The Spanish referee Untiano Marinco tossed the coin with a smile.

His main profession was a sociologist, and he found Huang Kaiwen and Terry’s antics quite interesting.

Marinco caught the coin, opened his palm to show them, and said, "Kevin wins, Milan picks first."

"We’ll take the side."

Huang Kaiwen said.

In evening matches, the side choice wasn’t that important.

But snatching the side Chelsea favored was a psychological blow to them.

Every aspect of a football match is a battle, and once on the field, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t hold back at all.

Terry shook his head and pointed at Huang Kaiwen.

This guy had no regard for sentiment.

The players from each team returned to their halves, positioning themselves for the final preparations.

The referee frequently checked his watch.

At 7:45 pm, Marinco blew the whistle to start the match.

Huntelaar passed the ball to Drogba and immediately ran forward.

Drogba held the ball and moved forward in small steps, waiting for the Milan players to press.

Torres was incredibly fast, but Drogba’s reaction wasn’t slow either.

Seeing Torres rushing in, he immediately turned and passed the ball back to Ramires.

Ramires quickly made a diagonal pass to Modric.

Modric was cautious with the ball.

Currently, he played as the core organizer up front in Chelsea, with Essien focusing solely on defense behind him.

So he was already searching for attacking opportunities while holding the ball.

But this was just the beginning; AC Milan’s formation was tightly knit, leaving no gaps to exploit.

"Go straight for Bale!"

Huang Kaiwen shouted.

Compared to Ramires, Bale’s breakthrough was more threatening.

Van Bommel quickly moved to the right to assist in defense.

Modric had to abandon the idea of passing to Bale and passed it back to the incoming Ferreira.

Receiving the ball, Ferreira quickly passed it to Essien, then ran back to his position.

Just then, Torres suddenly launched himself towards Essien. Essien immediately thought about passing it back to the right.

But as soon as he kicked, a wave of regret hit him.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly dashed out from Ramires and intercepted the ball!

A gasp echoed through Stamford Bridge.

The Chelsea fans knew all too well what this situation meant.