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

Raul stood up and said, ”You all know today’s situation. Barça pulled a little surprise, but the second half will be different. We are still behind, and if we want to win against Barcelona, we have to try even harder!”

”Then after you receive the ball, just pass it to Kevin, why all the unnecessary talk.”

Cassano asked.

Raul looked at Cassano.

Feeling an urge to strike, Cassano’s words were really infuriating.

Higuain looked back at his backpack, wondering if handing Raul a brick would solidify his position.

Capello entered the locker room and handed the thermos to Huang Kaiwen.

Then he walked to the center of the locker room and said, ”I don’t have much to emphasize, the score being down is not your fault, it’s because the opponents are too crafty. It doesn’t matter that the first half wasn’t good, but in the second half, you must strictly execute the tactics, understood?!”

”Understood!”

Cassano looked at Huang Kaiwen.

Ultimately, he dared not speak up again.

He didn’t want to be stuck in the B team forever.

...

After drinking some ginger soup, Huang Kaiwen felt considerably warmer.

Before going on the field, he had purposely worn tight long-sleeve training gear underneath.

The weather in Barcelona in December wasn’t very high to begin with.

Add to that the watered field, the temperature at Camp Nou was still quite low today.

After changing his shoes and stepping onto the field, his feet felt completely different.

The long-stud soccer shoes had stronger traction.

After switching sides, Real Madrid kicked off.

Raul passed to the left, and Huang Kaiwen quickly passed back.

Sneijder, Guti, and De Jong, this midfield triangle, began to control the ball, drawing Barça players to press.

Eto’o charged up like he was infused with fighting spirit.

Guti quickly tapped the ball sideways to Sneijder.

Puyol came up to guard Huang Kaiwen, Xavi swiftly charged toward Sneijder.

Sneijder, finding no opportunity to pass forward, could only turn around and pass back.

De Jong nudged the ball with his right foot, waited for Eto’o to charge him, then passed the ball to the right wing.

Ivanovic, seeing Huang Kaiwen start, quickly twisted and passed the ball diagonally to Guti.

Thump—

Guti turned and made a direct pass, the ball crossed the midfield and rolled past Deco to find Cassano.

Cassano, turning around and noticing Huang Kaiwen ahead of him, didn’t think and just nudged the back of the ball with his right foot.

Abidal, standing on the sideline, ran towards the middle trying to intercept the ball, but the speed of the pass was faster than he anticipated, and by the time he lifted his foot, the ball had already rolled past him.

Huang Kaiwen firmly stopped the ball with his right foot and charged towards the Barça penalty area.

Standing next to him, Gabriel Milito also ran back.

He had transferred to Barça just in the summer and hadn’t encountered Huang Kaiwen much during his time at Zaragoza.

But Milito didn’t underestimate Huang Kaiwen at all.

He ran back side-by-side with Huang Kaiwen, adjusting his steps because he knew he only had one chance to tackle!

A few meters felt as distant as a light year.

The previous jeers at Camp Nou had now gone silent.

The Barça fans watched nervously.

That number ten in the white jersey was their eternal nightmare.

Could the new defender become a hero for the team, prevailing in this one-on-one?

Milito entered the penalty area a step ahead, Huang Kaiwen followed in.

Milito, with no time to adjust, prepared to stretch his foot; suddenly, Huang Kaiwen pulled the ball to the left, changed direction in a small space and rushed past him with the ball.

Milito’s mind told him he could change his balance again, but his body already responded.

Trying to retract his foot and turn around, Milito fell heavily inside the penalty area; he had been dazzled by Huang Kaiwen, and lying on the ground, Milito felt a chill on his chest, as if the moist turf had glued itself to his body, touching his heart through his skin.

Milito saw his teammate Valdes charging towards the right, then that number ten who had embarrassed him curled the bottom of the ball with his right foot.

Thump—

The ball flew over Valdes’ head and dropped toward the left side of the goal.

Max, rushing into the penalty area trying to clear with a bicycle kick, just became part of the backdrop.

The ball was in!

2:2, the score was tied.

The silent Camp Nou Stadium had only the cheers of Real Madrid fans.

That small section of the away fans in the corner-flag area was roaring deafeningly.

”Saint Kevin!!!”

”Saint Kevin!!!”

”Saint Kevin!!!”

In the camera’s focus, Kaka shouted with his neck stretched, showing no signs of being the newest Ballon d’Or winner, displaying an enthusiasm more fervent than the Meringue.

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin Goal!!!”

”GoalGoalGoal!!!”

”Although Kevin only dribbled past one player this time, that’s because he only had one around him. Even if there were ten more defenders, the outcome wouldn’t have changed.”

”Gabriel Milito performed brilliantly at Zaragoza, which earned him a chance to play for a top club. Being dribbled past so embarrassingly by Kevin isn’t his fault, because even Puyol and Thuram wouldn’t fare any better against Kevin. There simply doesn’t exist a defender in the world who can contain Kevin one-on-one; such defenders only exist in myths!”

”In this attack, Kevin’s positioning was even more crucial. I had no idea when he moved from the left flank to the right; Barcelona did everything they could, but they still couldn’t stop Kevin from scoring!”

”After 114 days, Kevin finally returned to the pitch, and we’ve surely found our faith again. During these dark months, I was worried every day that Kevin might retire.”

”Now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. God hasn’t abandoned his followers. You ask for one, God gives you ten; that’s everything that has happened in my life!!!”

Crudeli cited Kaka’s words from the Ballon d’Or ceremony.

Real Madrid players quickly rushed to Huang Kaiwen’s side, wrapping him in a group hug.

”How stylish was my pass, right? The moment I passed the ball, I knew it was going to succeed!”

Cassano excitedly asked.

Huang Kaiwen had only one defender around him; was it even necessary to say the outcome?

”Nice pass!”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Cassano still had some flair.

Otherwise, Old Sensi wouldn’t have been squeezed out by Moggi to spend 30 million US dollars to bring him to Rome.

”This is Kevin!”

Capello said with a smile.

Baldini nodded and said, ”This is Kevin!”

He and Galbiati, as Capello’s assistants, knew too well Capello’s abilities.

Capello was definitely one of the best coaches in the world.

But even such an outstanding coach, having a squad as strong as Juventus, couldn’t contain Huang Kaiwen from his time at Milan.

He simply wasn’t a player that could be easily defended!

Baldini smirked coldly at the Barcelona coaching area.

Despite all you’ve done, isn’t it just another defeat in the end?

Rijkaard continuously rubbed his curly hair.

He already had quite a few premonitions.

But having arranged his strongest lineup on the field, what more could he do?

Puyol was played as a fullback specifically to counter Huang Kaiwen.

This time Huang Kaiwen unexpectedly ran to the right flank; Puyol couldn’t keep up and there was nothing he could do.

After evening the score, the Barça players were visibly anxious.

Xavi made a rare mistake in passing, sending the ball right to Sneijder’s feet.

Sneijder delivered a quick direct pass to Huang Kaiwen.

Just as Huang Kaiwen received the ball, Xavi crashed into him; as Huang Kaiwen bent his body, Xavi’s arm hung around Huang Kaiwen’s neck, and there was movement in his legs too.

Sneijder immediately raised his hand, signaling a foul.

Capello angrily stormed to the fourth official, shouting, ”Damn it, this is simply criminal, murderous, is this the Colosseum here...”

On the field, Huang Kaiwen shook off Xavi’s arm and pushed the ball forward.

Yaya Toure went to ground with a sliding tackle, but Huang Kaiwen dodged it with a quick flick of his right foot, swiftly jumping over Toure’s legs and continuing towards Barça’s penalty area with rapid, short steps.

”Tackle him, tackle him!!!”

Rijkaard roared from the sidelines.

Capello bent down, searching for something; he was sure to give Rijkaard a couple of hits once they entered the player’s tunnel after the game.

Boos echoed around Camp Nou Stadium.

The Barça fans really didn’t want to see Huang Kaiwen dribble any more.

Puyol rushed towards Huang Kaiwen, extending a foot. Huang Kaiwen deftly dodged Puyol’s foot with a flick of his left.

Max rushed back into the penalty box, and Milito also charged to the left.

For a moment, there were up to three defenders around Huang Kaiwen.

Puyol quickly adjusted and turned to keep up, but Huang Kaiwen, dribbling sideways, flicked his right foot once again to change direction, leaving Puyol embarrassingly unbalanced.

Having temporarily shaken off the defenders, Huang Kaiwen took a step before swinging his left foot behind the ball.

Valdes immediately went to ground to parry, but it was a shot to the far post, fast, and before his hand could reach out, the ball had already rolled past him swiftly into the goal.

Valdes, lying on the ground, turned his head to watch the ball gently roll behind the line; in front of the goal, there was a frog joyously hopping about.