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

Rijkaard, standing on the sideline, watched as Li Changlong was stretchered off, feeling completely numb.

He had planned to make a substitution in protest, to show his dissatisfaction to Laporta, making it clear he didn’t welcome the president’s interference in team selection and formation.

But scoring a goal within 3 minutes of being subbed in? That didn’t seem quite right!

Rijkaard glanced at Li Changlong’s flagpole, sucking in a breath of cold air, definitely something was amiss.

Now he only had the last substitution spot left to use.

Treating Li Changlong’s injury on the sideline was inconvenient.

The Barcelona medical team carried him into the away team’s dressing room.

”It’s a goal... is there a bonus?”

Li Changlong asked weakly.

A few of the medical staff looked at each other, not understanding Mandarin at all.

”What’s he saying?”

”He must be screaming in pain, it definitely hurts to score a goal like that.”

”Hurry up and treat him.”

”Poor guy, why would his corpus spongiosum be engorged in this situation?”

Soon.

A wail came from the away dressing room.

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”Barcelona has used up their last substitution, with Saviola coming on, and Capello also substituted Guti for Beckham, who was an important player for Real Madrid last season, but with the arrival of Capello he has become a reserve.”

”Heh heh, Cassano has it even worse, thinking his mentor’s arrival would mean more playtime, now he’s sitting on the bench every day.”

”You can’t blame anyone else for Cassano’s predicament, who could he blame when he was subbed off early and cursed Capello in front of the reporters? For the sake of dressing room discipline, Capello had to make an example out of someone, and Cassano just painted a target on his own back.”

Beckham came on to play the attacking midfield position.

As soon as he got the ball and saw Huang Kaiwen nearby, he immediately passed it to the left flank.

Huang Kaiwen, after stopping the ball, took little steps, his left foot lightly tapping the ball repeatedly.

Messi chose to back off, even spreading his legs and leaning forward, ready to react to Huang Kaiwen’s next move.

Having failed to succeed in his past few tackles, Messi didn’t want to get dribbled past again.

Messi watched closely, his face marked with seriousness as Huang Kaiwen dribbled the ball nonchalantly forward.

Behind Messi, Zambrotta and Thuram, even as they saw Xavi and Iniesta rush toward Huang Kaiwen, didn’t relax their vigilance; they were both too familiar with Huang Kaiwen’s play.

Every time a crowd rushed up, Huang Kaiwen would dribble past them with ease.

When facing Huang Kaiwen, they couldn’t afford a moment’s carelessness.

Zambrotta jogged behind Messi, ready to tackle Huang Kaiwen the moment he made his move.

After all, Messi wasn’t a dedicated defender.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen advancing the ball bit by bit, Messi couldn’t help it and charged toward him.

Huang Kaiwen was initially planning to dribble past him.

But since he’d already dribbled past Messi several times today, he decided to switch it up.

Huang Kaiwen pivoted with his right foot and started spinning in place.

After about a 300° turn, having shaken Messi off by two body lengths, Huang Kaiwen took the ball from the left flank towards the center.

Xavi and Iniesta simultaneously sped up, not wanting to give Huang Kaiwen the chance to bring the ball into the center.

Huang Kaiwen, with a sudden flick of his left foot, tapped the ball behind him.

Smack—

Rushing past the arc’s edge, Beckham shot a straight pass with his right foot. His through balls weren’t as good as his long passes, and the ball was a bit strong. Raul chased it to the small box for a shot just as Valdes came out to block.

The ball, striking Valdes’ raised hand, bounced out of bounds.

”Are you taking the kick?”

Beckham looked at Huang Kaiwen and asked.

”You go ahead,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

Beckham walked to the corner flag area.

Huang Kaiwen stood near the small box, with Xavi and Messi sandwiching him from both sides, standing close to defend.

Damn.

The Yellow Ball King decided he wouldn’t stay in the box.

He turned around and headed outside the box.

If anyone else followed him.

He would take them all the way back to the center circle.

Finding no one else coming to wait for him, Huang Kaiwen stopped moving once he reached the edge of the box.

Beckham took a run-up and sent a curling ball curving into Barcelona’s box, where both teams’ players scrambled.

But once they could see the trajectory of the ball, panic set in.

Xavi turned back and sprinted toward Huang Kaiwen.

But his speed was slow, how could he compete with the ball?

Beckham’s cross aimed straight for the top right corner of the large box, where Huang Kaiwen stood just behind the line. Gauging the descent of the ball, he stepped forward onto the line and as it fell, swung his left foot around fiercely, smacking the ball.

Bang—

A comet with white feathers at the waist, a sword blooms like an autumn lotus as it leaves the sheath.

Heavenly soldiers descend like snow at Jade Pass, while enemy arrows rain like sand upon the golden armor.

Xavi, who had thrown everything into the tackle, only managed to bring Huang Kaiwen down, but couldn’t prevent him from taking the shot.

Xavi turned to look towards the area; the ball was already speeding past Thuram, heading straight for the bottom-left corner of the goal. Raul turned to let the ball pass, avoiding obstructing Huang Kaiwen’s shot.

Valdes flung himself sideways toward the bottom-left corner of the goal, but the ball was too fast and steeply angled; despite hitting the ground with a flying sideways dive, the ball still made it into the net first, just below his arm.

Boom—

”Saint Kevin!!!”

”Saint Kevin!!!”

The excited Meringue fans noticed something was off.

But commentators from over 200 countries worldwide were still enthusiastic in their commentary.

Captured within the camera’s angle, their view followed the ball’s path, failing to spot Huang Kaiwen on the ground.

Crudeli’s voice echoed through Canale 5’s broadcast booth.

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin GoalGoalGoal!!!”

”In the Spanish national derby, Kevin delivers a dazzling four-goal spectacle.”

”His twisting volley shot from the left to the right, from outside the box to the box line, it seems there’s no position left on the field that can stop Kevin’s volley shots.”