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

The number ten in a white jersey never disappoints.

In the camera’s view,

Pele and Beckenbauer were laughing and applauding, while Cruyff looked extremely displeased.

”Kevin!!!!!!!!!!!”

”Kevin Goal!!!!!!!!!!”

”Kevin scored another world-class goal, power, speed, skill... Kevin’s goal was full of beauty. This is sports, this is the meaning of soccer’s existence. Kevin represents the ultimate beauty of competitive sports. Perhaps UEFA should consider setting up an annual best goal award, simply named the Kevin Award!”

”From Maldini’s pass to Kevin’s goal, it took just 3 seconds, from Pirlo’s pass to initiate the counterattack to Kevin’s goal, it took only 5 seconds. No team in the world can stop such a counterattack speed.”

”We, AC Milan, are invincible!!!”

After the goal, Huang Kaiwen deliberately ran to the corner flag area, leaped high into a somersault.

The highly entertaining celebration method reignited the entire Stade de France.

The Parisian night sky echoed with that name.

As soon as Huang Kaiwen landed, he was surrounded by his teammates.

White jerseys, black masks, a face of stern expression.

Even among the top-tier Milan players, he still stood out.

Both the goal and the passionate celebration were full of power.

Flawless body and face.

Quite a few female fans in the stands began to blush, their muscles tensed up; after a few seconds, they relaxed and then quickly rose to their feet, hurrying to find a restroom.

Rijkaard turned his head to look at Carlin.

You spend money and expect results, right? The Carlin Wizard said in a thick Dutch accent, ”Don’t worry, don’t worry, the victor is always the one who stands last, not the one who starts most energetically.”

Rijkaard, remembering what his relatives told him about respecting the Carlin Wizard, could only suppress his doubts and sigh.

Ancelotti smirked as he looked at his former teammate.

Ha, thinking of playing outside factors without even knowing their power?

Tassotti smirked at his former teammate.

Ha, do you even know what a curse-breaking spell is?

Achille Ratti sneered at Rijkaard and muttered under his breath, ”To know the Son of God, to grow up into adults, to attain the stature of the fullness of Christ so that we may no longer be children, tossed to and fro and carried about with every wind of doctrine by the sleight of men, by cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive.”

The reporters noticed that the expressions of the three at the sidelines were strikingly similar.

That sneering smile, even the angle of their smirking lips was almost the same.

Click,

The reporter pressed the shutter, capturing this moment forever.

Barcelona restarted the match.

Ronaldo still sought Huang Kaiwen with the ball, as if this was his greatest pleasure.

Huang Kaiwen looked at Ronaldinho with a face full of annoyance, not done yet?

Damn!

Although he, Huang, has always been a paragon of sportsmanship.

But in a crucial moment, he could momentarily put aside his sportsmanship.

Seeing Ronaldo flick the ball with his right foot and then execute a rainbow flick, Huang Kaiwen charged up and kicked.

Originally aiming for Ronaldo’s foot, he accidentally poked the ball instead. Ronaldinho turned around, grabbed the ball, and without any showboating, quickly executed a step-over and squeezed past Huang Kaiwen.

Watching his opponent’s back, Huang Kaiwen could only marvel that Ronaldo was lucky.

Otherwise, if the kick had been on target, it would have been tough for him.

Ronaldinho advanced quickly, performing a give-and-go with Deco in the front field, faked a move left with the right foot’s inside, and then flicked the ball to the right with the outside, forcefully breaking through between Nesta and Maldini into the box.

”Ronaldinho is in the box, it’s dangerous!”

”Slide tackle!!!”

”Nesta, oh Nesta, such courage and skill, to dare make a slide tackle in the box, from behind Ronaldo.”

”Such a beautiful tackle, truly one of the best defenders in the world.”

”Ah, Edmilson is down on the ground, looks like he pulled something while running. Barca’s medical team is on the field, and young Iniesta is warming up by the sideline.”

”Edmilson is carried off the field, young player Andres Iniesta comes on. Born in 1984, he just celebrated his 22nd birthday recently. He first played for Barcelona during the 2001-2002 season, became an important player for Barcelona last season with 46 appearances. This season Iniesta has played 49 times in all competitions for Barcelona, proving to be a vital part of Barcelona’s midfield future.”

”Yes, this young player comes from Barca’s youth academy, excellent in technical skills, with great vision, often finding hidden pass routes. Although not fast, he is very stable with the ball. The most interesting thing is that he often uses the ’fried meatball’ move to dribble past opponents, a move that Huang Kaiwen has rarely used recently.”

”Huang Kaiwen has been using the rainbow flick more lately, he hasn’t used it today, I’m looking forward to him trying a rainbow flick against Ronaldo, hehe.”

”Zhang, just now, I noticed that Ronaldinho’s positioning and the provided tactical map are not the same; normally it should be Giuly matching up with Huang Kaiwen.”

”Right, haha, Ronaldo stands on the right seeking out Huang Kaiwen, Eto’o often pulls to the left, leaving the smallest Giuly in the middle, which demonstrates how flexible Barcelona’s front line is; you can’t just depend on the tactical map.”

”Okay, let’s look at this corner kick,”

Van Bommel took the corner kick, and Nesta got ahead of Max, heading the ball out of the penalty area.

Pirlo had just turned with the ball when Giuly came sliding in, sending the ball forward while leaving the player behind.

Deco rushed up and kicked the ball with force.

Bang—

The ball flew straight into the penalty area like an arrow released from a bow.

On the right post, Dida leaped up and easily caught the ball.

Deco’s long shot was of good quality but lacked variation.

Dida took a couple of steps in the penalty area and threw the ball with a swing of his arm.

Huang Kaiwen chested the ball down with his back to goal.

Turning around,

he saw Ronaldo’s smiling face.

Huang Kaiwen immediately flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot, then hooked it back with his toe.

Right after, he passed the ball to Ronaldo, who instinctively stretched out his leg. Huang Kaiwen tapped the ball towards the left and pushed it forward with his left foot, accelerating past Ronaldo.

”Beautiful!!!”

”Kevin just taught Ronaldinho a live lesson, showing him what real Samba Football is,”

Van Persie himself had a good feel for the ball.

That was enough for him to use ”any style of kicking,” and with the added bonuses from a series of traits and skills like ”Master of Rabonas,” ”King of the Left Wing,” ”Long-Distance Runner,” and ”No-Brainer,”

Huang Kaiwen’s feel for the ball wasn’t much less than Ronaldo’s.

In other aspects, their physical qualities also saw each has its victories.

Huang Kaiwen was breaking through on the left wing.

Van Bommel clearly did not realize this.

He lunged with a flying tackle at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen turned and flicked the ball with his right foot, quickly switching to his left foot for a small Marseille turn to easily dodge Van Bommel’s tackle.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen with the ball,

Oleg Rehn regarded him as a formidable adversary.

Without waiting for Huang Kaiwen to get closer, Rehn set his stance low and repeatedly adjusted his position,

waiting for the right moment to intercept.

Seeing that Huang Kaiwen had already noted his teammates’ positions, he didn’t give Rehn a chance.

Smack—

Huang Kaiwen swung his arm and scooped his left foot under the ball.

The ball began to rise in an arc from the left, bypassing Rehn from behind, and headed straight towards the front of the small penalty area.

Inzaghi and Puyol rushed toward the small penalty area,

neither willing to give in even a step.

Inzaghi had already judged the landing spot; it was a golden opportunity.

Just as the ball was about to land at the front of the small penalty area, Inzaghi stretched out his left foot for a quick shot. Puyol was slightly slower but still managed to disturb Inzaghi’s power.

The shot was not held down, flying directly into the stands.

Rijkaard, watching the energetic Huang Kaiwen, felt a surge of frustration.

He turned his head once more towards Carlin the Wizard.

Carlin smiled and said, ”The scales of victory are already tipping towards Barça; you just need to patiently wait for it to tip a bit more.”

Rijkaard felt like cursing.

What the fuck.

So you were brought in just to tell me to wait patiently?

I might as well buy a tape recorder, at least it can play the radio to relieve the boredom.

An impatient Rijkaard walked up to the sidelines and shouted to the players, ”Pass more, pull their defense apart with passes, and look for opportunities to get the ball into the penalty area!”

To be honest,

Rijkaard was regretting hiring this charlatan.

He had started with so much hope, now seeing no effect at all.

Indeed, one must rely on oneself.

Glancing at the scoreboard, with 30 minutes of the game already past, Rijkaard clenched his fists.