After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

50: 0050 More talented and harder working than you, how can you win?

(Requesting recommendation tickets)

50: 0050 More talented and harder working than you, how can you win?

(Requesting recommendation tickets)

Fat Ancelotti was on the sidelines, grinning like a 200-pound child, non-stop applauding.

Seeing this, Huang Kaiwen nodded in approval, even more satisfied.

Seeing how sincere you are, I’ll ask your 20-year-old daughter, Katia Ancelotti, out next time I take a break.

Under Ferguson’s relentless directions from the sidelines, Manchester United players quickly adjusted their state.

If they didn’t want trouble, they had to equalize before the midfield.

Compared to losing the game, getting a harsh scolding from Ferguson was even more fearsome.

The terror of the Manchester United tyrant was a psychological shadow passed down through generations.

Now, Manchester United’s elder brothers had often been disciplined by Ferguson back in the youth team; they would shudder at the sight of Ferguson’s stern face.

Influenced by them, every Manchester United player was afraid of Ferguson.

The defiant ones, one had been sent to Real Madrid, and one was now at Milan.

After Giggs received the ball, he played as if he was being chased by a dog, pushing his footwork to the limit.

The moment Cafu rushed up, Gattuso closed in from the side as well.

Giggs did a pullback pass, returning it to Keane in the midfield.

Keane took the ball away from Kaka with a horizontal knock.

Scholes received the ball, and Huang Kaiwen charged at him; Scholes did a spin on the spot to get rid of him, then made a long pass forward.

Right wing!

Cristiano chested the ball, bringing it down to his feet.

Facing Maldini, he started his stepovers again.

Ferguson on the sidelines had already covered his face, unable to watch.

Fortunately, this time Cristiano passed the ball early to Rooney, avoiding interception.

Ronaldo made a move but couldn’t get past Nesta; turning with the ball, he was startled.

What the hell, Milan’s attacking midfielder in the Milan penalty area?

Huang Kaiwen, who rushed up in front of Rooney, stabbed at the ball and Nesta behind him picked it up.

Nesta quickly passed back, and Dida cleared it with a big kick.

When Nesta turned around to offer Huang Kaiwen a few words of encouragement, he saw that he had already run back to the midfield.

“The threat in the Milan penalty area has been eliminated, Huang Kaiwen returned directly in front of the area to defend, which I did not anticipate.”

“Manchester United initiated another attack, Scholes took the ball forward, passed it, central, Ronaldo cut straight into the middle, Rooney asking for the ball, he shoots!

Ah, Ronaldo chose to shoot himself, that shot was too far, passing it to a teammate would have been better.”

Ferguson was already too lazy to scold anymore.

The previous time he had kicked Beckham out had made him much gentler when dealing with talented players today.

Cristiano’s performance was mediocre today; having scolded him, Ferguson simply called Scholes to the sideline, telling them to play more on Giggs’ side.

In the 40th minute, Scholes once again launched a counter-attack with a long pass, Giggs on the left wing took control only to face the combined blockade of Gattuso and Cafu, forcing him to pass back to Keane.

The problem with the 4-4-2 formation is that when the two central midfielders drop back, there’s no attacking midfielder role, making it difficult to link up play between the flanks.

Keane glanced at Huang Kaiwen, who was hovering near Scholes, and could only pass back to the defender.

Heinze on the left side sent a cross to Brown on the right, with Brown advancing with the ball himself, hoping to relieve some pressure on his teammates.

As expected, Huang Kaiwen charged at him, so Brown quickly passed to Scholes.

Scholes with the ball broke past the halfway line.

Right behind him, Huang Kaiwen was in hot pursuit.

Both men were running, one after the other.

Cristiano was waving on the right flank; Scholes glanced at Maldini and chose to continue dribbling himself.

He had moved from striker to attacking midfielder, and then from attacking midfielder to central midfield, so his own dribbling skills were still quite decent.

Faced with Seedorf, Scholes opted for the most direct way to dribble past an opponent, changing pace and forcing his way through.

The fans at San Siro watched tensely as Scholes carried the ball forward for 30 meters, a scene full of impact.

Huang Kaiwen was still chasing after him.

Far from being shaken off, he had actually closed the distance between them as Scholes slowed down to get past Seedorf.

As they neared the penalty area and saw Nesta move to intercept, Scholes pulled the ball back, ready to pass.

“Danger!!!!”

Rooney shouted loudly from behind Scholes.

Before Scholes could react, a foot from his blind spot had already slide-tackled the ball towards the sidelines, and Maldini followed up with a kick that cleared the ball to the front field.

“Kevin!!!!”

“Kevin!!!!”

“Kevin!!!!”

Huang Kaiwen got up, pulling Nesta’s hand, and applause rang out through San Siro.

Though Huang Kaiwen hadn’t provided the spectacular offense he usually did, and the goal had been an accident, the sight of him chasing back dozens of meters to make the final tackle was even more moving.

After getting up, Huang Kaiwen clapped towards the stands twice, then dashed towards the front field again.

As Kaka took a long shot, the referee blew the whistle for half-time.

The loudspeakers of San Siro Stadium began to play the famous team anthem.

As the players reached the sidelines, Ancelotti approached Huang Kaiwen with concern and asked, “How do you feel today?

Is there anything uncomfortable?

If there is, you should say it sooner rather than later.”

“I’m fine, coach,” Huang Kaiwen smiled and wrapped an arm around Ancelotti’s shoulder as they walked towards the player’s tunnel.

Then, as something occurred to him, he looked back and said, “By the way, don’t sub me off early today, okay?”

“Ah, if you insist.”

“I insist.”

“Alright then.”

Ancelotti’s right hand tightened, clutching the cross inside his suit pants.

The Milan players chatted and laughed their way back to the locker room.

Trailing 0-1 away, and with a 1-0 lead after the first half at home, they had a considerable advantage of two goals.

Over at Manchester United, after everyone had entered the locker room,

Ferguson held Cristiano back as he was the last to enter, then shut the door to the visitor’s locker room firmly behind them.

“Boss…”

Cristiano looked at Ferguson, a bit afraid.

He might be hotheaded during a game, but once off the field, he wouldn’t dare to lash out.

“Do you know why I wanted to talk to you alone?”

“I…

I didn’t play well.”

“Not well?” Ferguson asked pointedly, keeping his voice low, “Is that called not well?

You only passed the ball three times in the first half.

What do you want, to play by yourself in the second half?

Apparently, you don’t need teammates!”

“Boss, I was wrong.”

Cristiano said weakly.

Ferguson sighed.

Years ago, with such a performance from Cristiano, he would have hurled a boot at him by now.

Today’s kids were more fragile; he dared not scold too harshly.

Patting Cristiano’s shoulder, Ferguson spoke earnestly, “Did you see Kevin?

He’s a talent even Kaka is envious of, but how does he play?

He repeatedly chases back dozens of meters to tackle, and when he’s upfront, he looks for teammates first and only carries the ball himself when there’s no one else.

Cristiano, you are a talented kid.

But there are many talented people in the world.

Kevin has more talent than you, and he works harder.

What do you have to win with?

If you want to be a star, you should be like Kevin, learn how to play soccer.

Soccer is not played alone!”

The young Cristiano’s eyes were already brimming with tears as he nodded continuously.

Ferguson had taken good care of him, and it was the first time he spoke so harshly; Cristiano was deeply affected.

He looked up and promised Ferguson, “Boss, I’ll definitely play well next.”

But in his heart, he still felt a bit indignant.

He didn’t think either Huang Kaiwen or Kaka was better than him.

Ferguson patted Cristiano’s shoulder until he managed to hold back his tears, then opened the door and walked with Cristiano into the visitor’s locker room.