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57: The Supreme Fist (Two-in-One, Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Monthly Tickets)

57: The Supreme Fist (Two-in-One, Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Monthly Tickets)

Fuck, should I get Barbara to make a coaching change?

If Fat Ancelotti finds out that his own meddling made his “little cotton-padded jacket” catch a draft, won’t he stick a voodoo doll to curse this certain Mr.

Huang?

After all, Ancelotti is now a master of the occult, well-acquainted with many on the mysterious side of things.

Better to steer clear of trouble.

In order to avoid Carlotta, Huang Kaiwen returned to the team in the afternoon.

“Wow, who is this?”

Inzaghi exclaimed dramatically, “I don’t even recognize you anymore, how did security let a fan in?”

“Stop messing around, let’s go out and have fun after the game.”

“Is that a promise?” Upon hearing this, Inzaghi immediately stopped acting weird and, draping his arm over Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder, he asked.

He had tried several times before to get Huang Kaiwen and Kaka together to form a “Nightclub Musketeers,” but never succeeded.

Inzaghi had realized that to form the “Musketeers,” he needed to win over Kaka, and to win over Kaka, he needed to get through to Huang Kaiwen first.

“It’s a promise!”

“That’s great, you’ve finally decided to grow up, Peter Pan!”

Inzaghi said, a look of relief on his face.

He started fantasizing about the scenario where Huang Kaiwen and Kaka passed him the ball on the pitch, and the three of them conquered all off the field.

To celebrate the “Musketeers” taking over Milan City, Inzaghi decided to arrange something special.

At least to make sure Kevin and Kaka had fun so that the “Musketeers” could have a next outing.

At the office building, outside the coach’s office.

Knock knock,

“Come in.”

Ancelotti, checking the starting lineup for tomorrow, looked up to see Huang Kaiwen and asked with concern, “Are you all better, Kevin?

What brings you to the club?”

“I should be good enough to play, put me on the big roster, coach.”

“I know you’re a competitive player, but you must be fully healed to decrease the risk of injury.” Ancelotti stood up, poured a cup of water for Huang Kaiwen, and said gently.

“I’m really all better, coach!”

“Alright then, you can be on the big roster, but there’s no guarantee you’ll play!”

Ancelotti too was moved by Huang Kaiwen’s “will to win” and decided to add him to the roster.

At worst, it’s like being one substitute short.

Huang Kaiwen also breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, I really can’t get rid of your daughter on the bench.

Huang Kaiwen was always curious about one thing; he’d seen a picture of Ancelotti’s daughter, and she was very pretty.

But she didn’t match Carlotta at all.

Now Ancelotti only had a son and a daughter, even ten years from now it wouldn’t be possible to have another daughter that grown.

Did she perhaps go to South Korea for a makeover?

Must say, it’s quite well done.

…

A day later.

April 6th.

San Siro Stadium.

When Milan fans saw the big roster early on, they were filled with surprise.

Banners cheering for Huang Kaiwen filled the venue.

“Speedy recovery, we need you, Kevin!”

“You’re the best, Kevin.”

“Milan can’t lose Kevin just like pizza can’t lose cheese.”

“Burn in hell, Materazzi.”

“Kevin, give me a call at 513XXX, you can come with Kaka.”

Commentator Crudeli was also full of excitement saying, “Kevin is back on the big roster, his return to the field isn’t far away!”

“Without Kevin on the field, it always feels like something is missing.

I believe the Milan fans, just like me, are eager to see Milan’s talents shine!”

Huang Kaiwen sat on the bench, not pulling out his gaming console.

It’s one thing to play in the stands, but playing on the bench is a bit too much.

Not long after the game started, Ancelotti leaned towards Huang Kaiwen to commentate on the players on the field, “You need to be wary of Zanetti next time you play, yes, and also Cambiasso and Stanković, they all go in hard.”

Huang Kaiwen watched the field.

Are you just reading off Inter Milan’s three midfielders’ names?

Their lineup only has these three midfielders apart from Veron.

Maybe I should play as the goalkeeper, definitely won’t run into them there.

Have to say, today Inter Milan’s fighting spirit is strong.

Martín on the field is lightning fast, posing a significant threat to Milan.

Milan’s counterattacks aren’t making much impact either.

However, neither side managed to score a goal, and in the injury time, Kaka’s long-range shot led to a corner kick.

Pirlo accurately found Stam, and Stam scored with a header.

1-0.

Huang Kaiwen rushed to the sideline to celebrate, completely igniting the San Siro Stadium.

The Milan fans chanted Huang Kaiwen’s name loudly.

“Kevin!”

“Kevin!”

“Kevin!”

Stam stood in the opponent’s penalty area, questioning his life.

Wasn’t it him who scored the goal?

Or was his name Kevin instead of Stam?

Finally scored a goal, why the hell are you all shouting “Kevin”!

The Dutch defender, looking depressed, joined his teammates in their embrace.

That goal completely changed the situation on the field.

In the second half, Inter Milan was agitated.

No team can take being beaten by their city rivals three times in a season well.

Their unbalanced mentality exposed flaws in Inter Milan’s defense.

In the 74th minute, it was Pirlo again, who sent a long pass from the backfield to find Shevchenko.

The Ukrainian “nuclear warhead” shook off Toldo in the penalty area and scored.

Milan won over Inter Milan at home by 2-0.

Beating their city rivals for the third time this season.

Inter Milan was driven to the brink.

In the second leg, they have no choice but to go all out.

“Milan, Milan!”

Huang Kaiwen joined the substitutes to enter the field, thanking the fans for their support.

On the way back to the locker room, an exhilarated Inzaghi shouted, “We’re celebrating our three wins over Inter Milan today, who wants to join our revelry?”

“Too tired, I’m going home to sleep.”

“Not interested.”

“Calm down, Filippo, you’re not young anymore.” Paol Maldini said earnestly, trying to convince him.