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

Marcelo, standing on the outskirts, flailed his arms wildly, his mouth agape with laughter, his back molars clearly captured by the cameras.

Pelé’s expression was conflicted in the stands.

Huang Kaiwen was currently his favorite player, surpassing even those from Brazil.

Yet today, Huang Kaiwen’s style of play was a clear imitation of Maradona, which left Pelé somewhat displeased.

The grudge between him and ”Little Pelé” hadn’t faded over time.

Instead, it had become even more irreconcilable.

Last summer, Maradona had unexpectedly canceled on the German Football Association, who had invited him to the World Cup.

Maradona’s given reason was: ”I don’t want to see that shameful face of his; I will never kiss up to FIFA, they are nothing. If I did, I would be no better than that son of a bitch Pelé.”

The real fallout between Pelé and Maradona occurred in 2000, when FIFA organized a vote for the Player of the Century but decided to use two different methods.

One was through a panel of football legends, continental football association officials, referees, and journalists appointed by FIFA, while the other method involved an online vote by fans, after which the two sets of votes were combined.

The voting results showed that in the panel vote, Pelé was far ahead with a 72.5% vote share, with Maradona in third place at only 6%. In the online vote, Maradona was the runaway winner with 53.6%, while Pelé had 18.53%.

At this point, FIFA came up with a compromise: let the two share the title of the Player of the Century.

Pelé was named Player of the Century by FIFA’s expert panel, while Maradona was chosen by the fans.

This compromise seemed fair but stirred up big trouble, especially since FIFA placed Pelé’s name first.

After the event, Maradona refused a joint photo, feeling that Pelé’s success in the expert panel was because he had schmoozed FIFA, and since then their relationship had only worsened.

After the match, Pelé felt it was necessary to persuade Kevin; if he wanted to imitate someone’s playing style, he could completely imitate his.

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A few minutes later,

Ferguson made a wild decision from the sidelines.

”Get up and warm up!”

With one hand, Ferguson pointed at Saha.

”Subbing Rooney? Rooney’s been playing well today,”

Mike Phelan asked worriedly.

”No, the defender!!!”

Ferguson said through gritted teeth.

Vidic was performing brilliantly today, so it was time to give Vidic more responsibility!

If they were going to lose the championship by several goals anyway, it would be better to bring on a forward and fight for it!

When he was about to leave football to become a precision instruments manufacturer in Canada, Ferguson got his chance due to a team shortage, and he solidified his foothold in St. John’s with a hat-trick.

Ferguson believed that football had chosen him.

So he shouldn’t let it slip the championship away.

In the 64th minute, Raul intercepted from the back field, charging up the field to loft a pass over the Manchester United defense. Ferdinand leaped to head the ball to the center circle.

Huang Kaiwen, turning around, hooked the ball behind him and quickly turned in front of Giggs to lob the ball to the left side of the field. Huang Kaiwen raced to the left, controlled the ball with his chest, and in front of Giggs and Scholes, delivered a lobbed pass.

Ramos, just over the half-way line, brought the ball to a halt and pushed forward along the sideline. Heinze charged to press, and Ramos tapped the ball to the retreating Raul.

Carrick and Ferdinand both rushed towards Raul.

Raul pivoted to knock the ball back to the advancing Huang Kaiwen who, without stopping the ball, chipped it gently underneath.

Pop—

Ferdinand and Heinze were both positioned high, and the ball flew straight to the unguarded right flank of Manchester United.

Whistle—

The referee’s whistle blew.

”Offside!”

”Cassano was too eager. He started too soon before Huang Kaiwen passed the ball; Vidic saw it immediately and stepped forward, trapping Cassano offside,”

”Manchester United is making a substitution. Saha is on the sidelines, but is it Rooney being substituted? Heinze! Ferguson is using Saha to replace Heinze, a forward for a defender; this is really a desperate move.”

”Capello has also called Gago to the sidelines, number ten, he must be planning to sub Huang Kaiwen!!!”

”Huang Kaiwen crosses his forearms, posing defiantly towards the sidelines, refusing to go out. His action is fine according to FIFA’s rules; if a substituted player refuses to leave the field, the match should continue. But could this affect his relationship with Capello?”

Huang Kaiwen walked to the sidelines, gesturing for Gago to go back and take a seat on the bench.

Gago looked at Capello.

”Go back,”

Capello said without turning, quickly handing Huang Kaiwen a towel and water bottle.

To distinguish from other players, Huang Kaiwen’s water bottle was a different color.

Huang Kaiwen swished water in his mouth before spitting it out at the sidelines, took another squirt into his mouth to wet his throat, and then spoke: ”Strengthen the defense and don’t substitute me out. Manchester United is the kind of team that can score two goals even in injury time.”

Because of his excitement, Huang Kaiwen forgot to add the word ”coach.”

But Capello didn’t care at all; he said with a smile, ”It’s my oversight. That’s my mistake; I’ll see who else to substitute later.”

”Okay, if there’s nothing else, I’m going back out, Coach,”

Huang Kaiwen said, nodding.

”Go on, Kevin, just be careful not to get injured,”

Capello said, waving with a smile.

Sitting on the bench, Gago quietly curled his lip.

Capello was stern when asking him to warm up, but he was as solicitous as the scantily clad women waving at cars on the streets of Buenos Aires when it came to Huang Kaiwen.

[Huang Kaiwen’s fans] on the forum were going wild.