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

Today, if he’s guarding the goal, we might as well hand over the trophy.

”van Persie” certainly doesn’t have the skills to be a goalkeeper.

”Kevin, do you play goalkeeper?”

Ancelotti ran to the sideline and asked.

”Forget it, I’m not playing!” Huang Kaiwen pointed to the mask on his head and said.

Slapping his own head, Ancelotti said, ”I forgot about the mask issue, it’s going to affect Kevin’s vision, forget it, you go on.”

Zeljko Kalac, who had been warming up for half the day, rolled his eyes silently upon hearing Ancelotti’s words.

After all, being treated as a backup wasn’t a pleasant experience.

Getting the chance to play in the UEFA Champions League final was more shocking than exciting for Kalac.

Last season he was still playing in Serie B with Perugia; this season he only played twice for Milan, a total of 136 minutes.

Now he was stepping onto the field in the UEFA Champions League final.

Even though he was rather strong mentally, he was a bit daunted at this moment.

It was about a UEFA Champions League winner’s trophy after all.

If the team lost because of his performance, Milan fans would probably kill him, right?

Kalac walked to the sideline with a heavy heart, high-fived a gloomy-looking Inzaghi, and trotted onto the field.

”Come on!”

Maldini patted Kalac’s shoulder and walked along, encouraging every teammate with a high-five.

This was the captain’s duty.

Ronaldinho stood in front of the penalty area ready to take the free kick.

He saw Huang Kaiwen directly lying behind the wall.

Ronaldinho flashed a toothy smile, quite pleased to be recognized by a peer; it made Ronaldo feel esteemed.

”In crucial moments, it’s still up to Kevin.”

”In both offense and defense, Kevin will give it his all.”

”Although Kevin isn’t guarding the goal today, I have a feeling that he will still be awarded today’s final MVP, and Milan will triumph under Kevin’s leadership.”

”Ronaldinho starts his run-up... shoots, the ball hits the wall, Pirlo turns and gives a short pass, Milan’s counter-attack!!!”

”Kaka got the ball.”

”Kaka’s speed is very fast; Toni is also by Kaka’s side, Kaka looks for Kevin with a lob on the left wing... The referee blew the whistle, he’s indicating that Toni fouled Puyol? Damn it, that’s a dive, Puyol ruined Milan’s chance for a counter-attack with his acting.”

Toni, a bit anxious, approached the referee.

He explained rapidly, ”He ran from behind me to my front; I didn’t even stretch out my hand, and I didn’t bump into him on purpose with my feet, he fell on his own.”

”It’s a foul, that was a foul,” Puyol said, approaching the referee.

Several Barça players joined in to pressure Hauge.

”Stop arguing.”

The main referee, Hauge, got a headache from listening to arguments in two languages and said bluntly, ”It’s a foul, that’s a foul, Barça’s free kick.”

”Forget it, buddy.”

Huang Kaiwen pulled on Toni’s arm and said, ”They can only resort to these little tricks now.”

Toni turned his head, glared at Puyol with a cold snort, and walked back.

Barça re-started the game near the midfield.

Gattuso anticipated Van Bommel’s passing line and intercepted the ball from in front of Deco. Gattuso immediately passed it to the left wing, Maldini passed from near the midfield to Huang Kaiwen.

The pass was so-so, ending up behind Huang Kaiwen.

As Huang Kaiwen received the ball and turned around, he bumped into Puyol.

Caught unawares, Huang Kaiwen fell to the ground, and Puyol, who also lost his balance, sat on Huang Kaiwen’s stomach.

Both men were a mess.

The Barça captain reached out, wrapped an arm around Huang Kaiwen’s neck, and asked, ”Are you okay?”

Huang Kaiwen felt his body hair stand on end as he turned and scrambled up from the turf.

”Bastard!”

Gattuso roared and charged forward.

”Take it easy, buddy!”

Huang Kaiwen stopped Gattuso and yelled.

”Did he hit you on the sly?”

Toni came running over and glared at Puyol, asking.

”No, really, it was nothing.”

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

”Then why such a big reaction?”

Gattuso looked at Huang Kaiwen suspiciously and asked.

”It’s really okay.”

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

As for why he reacted so intensely, he couldn’t exactly say.

If he did, it would be politically incorrect.

”Alright, if there’s any problem, tell us.”

”Don’t worry.”

Huang Kaiwen nodded and replied.

Pirlo jogged to midfield to take a kickoff, and Kaka received the ball and passed it to the left again.

Seeing that there were quite a few players in front of him, Huang Kaiwen twisted his body and passed the ball back to Maldini; Maldini swung his arm and sent the ball across to the right flank, where Cafu got hold of the ball and sped up, attempting to break past Van Bronckhorst.

Both men were fast.

Cafu hadn’t shaken off his opponent by the time they neared the byline, so he had to control the ball and turn round.

Van Bronckhorst was already waiting and took the opportunity to poke the ball out over the sideline.

Cafu looked to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen hurriedly shook his head.

He was starting to want to kill these teammates of his.

The goalkeeper came off wanting him to play in goal.

They had a throw-in and wanted him to take the throw-in.

Damn!

Was everything really expected of him, Huang somebody?

Then what were his teammates for?

He might as well start the game with a sealing technique, cast Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu, and just play with eleven number 10s for tactics.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and heaved a long sigh.

This batch of teammates still lacked something.

Mature players should learn to throw their own throw-ins.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen shake his head, Cafu thought he meant not to pass the ball, so Cafu ran up and threw the ball directly into the penalty area.

The ball went straight for the middle of the large penalty box.

Valdes rushed off his line and leaped high, punching the ball out of the penalty area.

Van Bommel got the ball and immediately turned and kicked it; Deco received the ball and quickly moved it forward.

Ronaldinho received the ball at midfield and, after quickly pulling off a stepover, nudged the ball forward, picked it up again, and realizing he hadn’t shaken off Gattuso, Ronaldinho paused to slow down, flicked the ball with his left foot, circled around the other side of Gattuso, and then looked toward the middle, only to make an inside instep pass towards the front of the penalty area.