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

61: 0059 Good, Better, Best!

(Seeking monthly tickets, recommendations)

61: 0059 Good, Better, Best!

(Seeking monthly tickets, recommendations)

Huang Kaiwen also felt emotional.

He hadn’t expected Kaka to start misbehaving as well.

Inzaghi truly wasn’t a good influence.

No wonder Barbara wouldn’t let him hang out with him.

Alas, as an innocent man, it was too hard for him, Huang, to keep himself pure in such a complex environment.

That evening, when he returned home.

Seeing Miranda Kerr sitting on the sofa with Barbara, Huang Kaiwen was almost scared to death.

Was this a setup for an interrogation?

The young lady said she wasn’t angry, so why had she brought people home?

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s expression, Barbara found it funny but still didn’t have the heart to scare him.

She took Miranda Kerr’s hand and explained proactively, “Miranda was attending an event in Milan, and staying in a hotel is so inconvenient, so I invited her to stay at our place.”

Seeing that Huang Kaiwen was still standing there.

Barbara gave Huang Kaiwen a look and pulled him to sit down on the sofa next to her.

The placement was very subtle.

Huang Kaiwen was in the middle between the two women.

“You’re getting lucky today.” Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s questioning gaze, Barbara said somewhat irritably.

Huang Kaiwen could only scratch his head and chuckle stupidly.

The young lady really was formidable.

She had brought someone directly to their home, after all.

And he, Huang, couldn’t possibly ask her to leave.

It was going to be another exhausting day.

A few days later, Milan played a draw against Brescia at home.

And then it was time for the second leg of the UEFA Champions League against Inter Milan.

Huang Kaiwen was very aware of the importance of this match.

It was all the trouble he, Huang, had stirred up.

As long as he was on the field, Milan could not afford to lose to Inter Milan, or many people would be disappointed.

And he remembered Dida’s situation.

It was a good opportunity to top up his rather scant “Fate Points.”

…

On April 12th,

The young lady appeared in the stands,

Unfortunately, Miranda Kerr had already left Italy to attend another event.

Otherwise, she would have really surprised those who were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Damn it, no problem that a handsome face can’t solve.

If there is, then add a fine waist!

In the away dressing room, seeing Huang Kaiwen getting dressed, Fat Ancelotti still asked with some concern, “Are you really feeling up to starting today?”

“Don’t worry, coach.

I’m feeling fantastic today!”

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself, I’ve used my “Injury Immunity Card”, not Materazzi, not even Pepe and De Jong together could scare me now.

“Alright then, just be careful.”

Saying this, Fat Ancelotti skillfully took a small pouch from his suit pocket and handed it to Huang Kaiwen.

“Bought this from that Frenchman.

According to him, his grandfather was a colonial officer who got it from a wizard in Algeria.

It’s very effective!”

Seeing the expectant look on his coach’s face, Huang Kaiwen felt very fucked up.

A perfectly fine person, what had he driven himself to?

It was after all the trouble he, Huang, had caused.

Cautiously, Huang Kaiwen asked, “It’s not something to eat, right?”

“No, don’t worry,” Fat Ancelotti clarified proactively, “It’s a Lucky Feather.”

“How should I carry it then?”

Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes wordlessly, could he stick it on his head?

“There’s some adhesive tape inside, you can stick it on your body.”

Huang Kaiwen: …

Alright, as long as it’s not something to eat.

…

“Kevin is starting today, it’s a great day!”

“Haven’t seen him recently, feels like Milan isn’t complete without him.”

“It’s great that he’s back, I believe facing Inter Milan, Kevin will definitely teach them a lesson!”

Crudeli’s voice was trembling, the old man was overly excited.

From the warm-up, Huang Kaiwen was bombarded with jeers from Inter Milan fans.

Today was Inter Milan’s home field, San Siro now being called Meazza.

Though it was the same stadium.

The distribution of tickets to the two teams varied between home and away games.

Today, Milan fans numbered only a few thousand.

Even so, they supported the team to the fullest extent.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen waving at them, the away supporters’ stand erupted into another bout of screams.

Recently, there were noticeably more female fans attending the matches than last season.

When he returned to the tunnel, Huang Kaiwen decided to draw a card from his 100 “Expectation Points.”

[Ding, obtained 1967-1968 English League One, Round 22 Manchester United vs West Ham United, Single Match Experience Card for George Best]

What?

Fat Ancelotti interrupted him in the locker room, and he had completely forgotten about today’s scratch card.

Looking at it now, his luck was off the charts today.

Anyone who knows a bit about soccer knows George Best is one of Manchester United’s “Holy Trinity” and many fans consider him the greatest player in the club’s history.

Although Huang Kaiwen felt that title was somewhat exaggerated.

But no doubt, he was a superstar.

Being named “Player of the Century” at a club like Manchester United definitely meant he was extraordinary.

It seemed that today, he, Huang Kaiwen, was set to dominate again!

As they prepared to kick off, the commentator began introducing the starting lineups for both teams.

Inter Milan 4231:

Goalkeeper: Toldo,

Defenders: Favalli, Materazzi, Cordoba, Sannetti,

Midfielders: Zanetti, Cambiasso, Gilardino, Veron, Van der Meyde,

Forward: Adriano.

Milan 442:

Goalkeeper: Dida,

Defenders: Maldini, Nesta, Stam, Cafu,

Midfielders: Huang Kaiwen, Pirlo, Ambrosini, Kaka,

Forwards: Shevchenko, Crespo.

At 7:45 p.m., the German referee Markus Merk blew the whistle to start the match.

Crespo took the ball and made a back pass, and Kaka quickly tapped it to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen received the ball and immediately felt different.

His sense of the game was too good today, a feeling he had never had before.

One could only say George Best lived up to his name.

Van der Meyde came up to pressurize him.

Huang Kaiwen pulled the ball, then tipped it, effortlessly nutmegging his opponent.

He breezed past the Dutchman and continued forward with the ball.

Huang Kaiwen felt his speed had also increased.

Awesome!

Cambiasso came close trying to stop Huang Kaiwen from continuing with the ball.

As he dribbled, Huang Kaiwen pushed the ball forward with his left foot.

The moment Cambiasso stretched out his foot, he quickly powered his left foot, knocking the ball to his right foot.

“Fried Dumpling!!!”

Crudeli excitedly shouted, “This most straightforward dribbling move has reached the realm of pure mastery under Kevin’s feet.

In all my years of commentating and watching countless players, including Cruyff and Maradona, no one comes close to Kevin’s understanding of the fried dumpling.”

“Whether with his left foot or right foot, Kevin handles it with ease.”

“Although he usually played as a right winger, even after switching to the left today, his fried dumpling is still as smooth, easily getting past the tough Argentine Cambiasso and driving toward Inter Milan’s penalty area.”

“Inter Milan should be scared because the best Kevin is back!”

“Sannetti and Cordoba rushed up, with Kaka positioning to receive the pass.”

Huang Kaiwen slightly turned his body.

Cordoba immediately turned towards Kaka, fearing a pass.

Then, Huang Kaiwen used his right foot as a pivot.

He pulled the ball with his left foot and spun, evading Sannetti.

Marseille turn!

A feint pass, a real Marseille turn!

Even the Inter Milan fans were momentarily speechless.

Such a player was too terrifying.

And Huang Kaiwen’s show wasn’t over yet.

He had just entered the penalty area.

Before the other Inter Milan players could react,

Huang Kaiwen standing on the edge of the penalty box, directly scooped the underside of the ball.

Whoosh—

The ball turned into a rainbow.

Toldo immediately leapt to the side in an attempt to save it.

But he dove in vain.

He couldn’t reach it at all.

The ball was too high up.

Thwack.

The ball hit the underside of the crossbar and bounced into the net.

Huang Kaiwen, a solo play right from the kickoff!