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

”Yeah, when Huang Kaiwen plays, he kind of does whatever he feels like. Like, ’I feel like playing this way today, so I’ll play this way.’ If Henry is the opponent, he’ll imitate Henry. If Pele is in the stands, he’ll imitate Pele. It sounds exaggerated, but Huang Kaiwen’s talent is absolutely the strongest in soccer history, always at ease. The only ones who could give him trouble are his teammates.”

”Hehe, you’re right, but you forgot one thing, Huang Kaiwen sometimes performs poorly due to injuries, so injuries and teammates are really what affect his performance the most. As long as the teammates don’t screw up, it’d be hard for Huang Kaiwen to even lose a game.”

[This Huang Kaiwen is something else.]

”Huang Kaiwen is really sneaky man, chatting and laughing with Cesar right before the penalty kick, then pulling a set of fake moves as soon as he takes the kick.”

”Honestly, sometimes I really admire that guy. He’s turned corners and penalty kicks into something spectacular. Where does he get all those ideas?”

”That guy really isn’t short on inspiration. I bought a set of ’The Ultimate Young Master Filippo’ in Chinese the other day, and man, what Huang Kaiwen wrote is quite interesting — it includes a lot of elements, way better than most novels nowadays.”

”You bought it too? I debated for a long time, over twenty for one, more than a hundred for the set. I stood in the bookstore, finally bit the bullet and bought it, and damn, it’s so freaking interesting writing, Huang Kaiwen has got some real talent.”

”Right, right, as soon as it starts, Inzaghi’s marriage gets called off, then other identities come into play. I’ve seen lots of people online taking up Huang Kaiwen’s marriage-cancellation trend now; damn, it’s like a novel plot itself.”

”You call that imitation, but the one I saw before that was off the charts. They just pretended it was written by Huang Kaiwen, called ’War God Filippo in a Dog’s Nest’, even imitating Huang Kaiwen’s style, but then I realized the author got some details different from Huang Kaiwen’s.”

”You got a link to that? I want to take a look too.”

”Don’t bother looking, I read till my phone died, it’s not even written by Huang Kaiwen, what’s so great about it?”

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Cesar sat on the grass with his arms draped over his knees.

Watching Huang Kaiwen’s rigid back, he shook his head with a wry smile.

Even his position as national goalkeeper was because Dida retired from the national team.

How could he, Julio Cesar, allow the most technically skilled player to use tricks even when taking a penalty?

Mancini used up a substitution again.

The now overweight Adriano replaced Crespo.

Adriano hadn’t been back at Inter Milan for long before he started indulging himself after his father’s death, and this season his talent could no longer sustain his wastefulness, making his spot in Inter Milan unstable.

The 2002 World Cup-winning Brazilian Team was brimming with talent, yet these gifted players all began to decline due to various problems.

Away fans in the stands from the Nerazzurri chanted Adriano’s name to support him.

But as soon as the game started, you could tell from Adriano’s movements that alcohol had dragged this genius to the brink of the abyss.

Cambiasso passed the ball to the backfield, Maicon took it along the sidelines and sped up, Huang Kaiwen went to press him, Maicon immediately knocked the ball forward and accelerated, forcefully squeezing past Torres.

When Maicon crossed, Pepe stretched out his leg and blocked the ball out of bounds.

Capello shook his head in frustration.

All named Torres, and the one from Real Madrid seems a bit too weak.

He turned back and pointed to Marcelo, saying, ”Get up and warm up.”

The reason he was reluctant to use Marcelo was partly because Marcelo was forced on him by Mijatovic, and partly because Capello didn’t want Real Madrid to form the Brazilian Gang again.

”It’s a corner kick for Inter Milan.”

”Real Madrid loses quite a bit on set pieces, Inter Milan should make good use of this opportunity.”

”Man, everyone is charging into Real Madrid’s box, Materazzi and Samuel both ran up to the front ready to fight for the ball.”

After a run up, Maicon swung his right foot and curled underneath the ball.

Pop—

The ball quickly flew toward the middle of the large penalty area.

Materazzi and Pepe both leaped vigorously at the near post, their already plain faces contorting from the forceful effort.

Fans watching on TV were startled by the close-up shot.

One was notorious early on for fouling Huang Kaiwen and cemented his reputation as soccer’s number one villain by taking out Zidane during the World Cup in the summer.

The other had just transferred to Real Madrid, and could compile a half-hour highlight reel of deliberate fouls, rising rapidly as the new villain superstar.

When these two collided near the left of Real Madrid’s goal, a vacuum was instantly created, as players from both teams did not want to get involved.

Both defenders simultaneously reached out and clutched each other, influencing each other under mutual impact; both Pepe and Materazzi missed the header, and the ball flew over their heads towards the center.

El Guerra jumped before Samuel, grazing the bottom of the ball.

The ball swiftly flew towards the right side, and just as it seemed El Guerra was about to score an own goal for the second time, Ramos rushed to the goal line and cleared the ball with a bicycle kick.

Huang Kaiwen started from the center of the large penalty area and ran to the right to receive the ball, quickly breaking out of Real Madrid’s penalty area.

Sannetti observed from the side and ran back forcefully, ready to seize the opportunity to challenge.

As Huang Kaiwen dribbled the ball with great strides toward the midfield, Sannetti realized that Huang Kaiwen was already parallel to him; now it wasn’t even about staying close to defend, a slight deceleration would have left him trailed behind.

Sannetti gritted his teeth and ran back harder, as long as he did not give up and pressured Huang Kaiwen to slow down, he could still find a chance.

Huang Kaiwen crossed the midfield line with the ball, chased by Cambiasso and Burdizzo together.

Huang Kaiwen shifted right and diagonally dribbled to dodge Burdizzo.

Seeing the opportunity, Sannetti quickly ran diagonally behind Huang Kaiwen.

Rushing in front of Huang Kaiwen, Cambiasso went to the ground for a tackle; Huang Kaiwen lightly touched the ball with his left foot, letting the ball roll past the tip of Cambiasso’s foot, and he quickly stepped over Cambiasso’s leg with his right foot, turning counterclockwise in the process.

Sannetti, following behind, collided with Cambiasso’s leg, staggered a couple of steps dancing behind Huang Kaiwen, and despite twice reaching out, could not grab Huang Kaiwen’s jersey.

Rushing forward, Stanković tried from the side to stop Huang Kaiwen from continuing to dribble, but Huang Kaiwen pushed the ball forward with his right foot, and the ball quickly rolled past Stanković’s right side as Huang Kaiwen accelerated to pick it up again from the left.

Running back to the front of the penalty area, Cordoba quickly closed in on Huang Kaiwen, with Sannetti and Maicon still trailing him after a long chase.

The three Inter Milan players once again tried to use close-range group defense to stop Huang Kaiwen.

”Tackle him!!!”

”Quick, tackle him!!!”

Mancini shouted frantically.

But as Huang Kaiwen’s left foot stepped into the penalty area, his right foot had already struck the back of the ball; Cesar, standing on the left side of the large penalty area, stretched out sideways in an instant but still couldn’t touch the ball, watching as it rolled into the far corner of the goal as he fell to the ground.

Boom—

Bernabéu Stadium erupted with the greatest energy of the day.

”Saint Kevin!!!”

”Saint Kevin!!!”

”Saint Kevin!!!”

The exhilarated Meringue fans stood up from their seats, shouting that name again.

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin!!!”

”GoalGoalGoal!!!”

”Inter Milan has experienced a perfect match, they witnessed a true miracle, from one penalty area to another with the ball, I have no idea where Kevin’s limits are?”

”Perhaps it really is like that, the sky is his limit. Even Ronaldo would be embarrassed to claim the nickname ’extraterrestrial’ after watching Kevin’s game!”

”There are only three kinds of players in the world, one is Kevin, one is teammates who can stand beside Kevin and win together, and the rest are just inconsequential supporting characters; they fought hard for a long time, entered the UEFA Champions League final, and then received the runner-up medals, this is their greatest achievement!!!”