As soon as Puyol saw Huang Kaiwen unguarded in the middle, he quickly rushed over.
But before he could get close, Huang Kaiwen had already twisted his body for a volley shot.
Bang—
The shot was powerful and fast, barely giving Valdes any time to react. The ball had already smashed into the crossbar and flew out of the baseline.
"Goodness, that's a show of strength right from the start."
"If Huang Kaiwen's shot had been a little lower, it would have been a goal."
Inzaghi frowned and asked Huang Kaiwen, "Have you been practicing secretly?"
"Hm?"
Huang Kaiwen cocked his head, looking at Inzaghi and asked, "Why do you say that?"
"Your shots weren't this fierce before, don't underestimate a striker's intuition," Inzaghi said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, I've been practicing."
Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.
He hadn't expected Inzaghi's observational skills to be so sharp. It was only his first shot of the game, and Inzaghi had already sensed something was off.
