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

”Come on, Madrid! Come on, Madrid...”

The game restarted, and Raul passed the ball horizontally to the left.

Ibrahimovic quickly targeted Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen nudged the ball forward with his right foot, causing Ibrahimovic to instinctively think it was a fried meatball and hastily stick out his right foot.

Smack——

Huang Kaiwen’s right ankle twitched, tapping the ball from behind its side, and the ball quickly passed through Ibrahimovic’s legs. Huang Kaiwen accelerated, avoiding Ibrahimovic who tried to stretch out his hand without retracting his right leg.

Gattuso rushed up again.

He and Huang Kaiwen sprinted towards each other.

Although Gattuso’s distance was slightly closer, within a second, he found himself further from the ball.

Van Basten’s excellent explosiveness and speed, paired with Huang Kaiwen’s outstanding athletic talent, made him the fastest player on the field today.

Even a slightly out-of-shape Torres was not as quick as Huang Kaiwen.

In a tense encounter, they clashed fiercely.

The Meringues excitedly chanted Huang Kaiwen’s name, while the Rossoneri could only remain silent.

After all, it was Kevin.

Close to the ball, Huang Kaiwen was already half a meter ahead, about to take possession.

Gattuso made up his mind and slid in recklessly.

Huang Kaiwen had no time to react after getting the ball and had to jump to avoid Gattuso sliding the ball out of bounds.

”Wow, Gattuso is really putting in a fierce effort today. AC Milan’s defense against Huang Kaiwen is intense, but fair.”

”Gattuso is known for his aggressive but rarely malicious defending. Against Huang Kaiwen, he definitely wouldn’t show his studs, haha.”

”Odo and Pirlo are also backing him up. Much of AC Milan’s midfield energy is focused on guarding Huang Kaiwen.”

”Well, they know Huang Kaiwen too well, can’t let their guard down.”

Marcelo stood outside the penalty area, ready for a throw-in.

His eyes were immediately on Huang Kaiwen.

Just got scolded, got to be cautious now.

Marcelo’s eyes suddenly widened.

Huang Kaiwen discreetly signaled forward while running towards the midfield himself.

Quick-witted Marcelo understood Huang Kaiwen’s intent.

Marcelo feigned a backward throw, prompting Gattuso and Pirlo to follow Huang Kaiwen towards the midfield, then suddenly turned and threw the ball to Raul.

This time, Raul’s rhythm was off, mishandling the ball and delivering it to Nesta.

Although he quickly tried to recover, Nesta pulled off a fried meatball move to bypass Raul, then passed the ball horizontally to Maldini. Maldini dribbled forward along the flank.

”Haha, even Nesta is using the fried meatball move now. Thanks to Huang Kaiwen, this trick is gaining popularity in football.”

”The fried meatball is simple and practical, but excelling at it isn’t easy. Even Barca’s young stars Messi and Iniesta have used it several times this year, especially Iniesta, whose moves resemble Huang Kaiwen’s style. He must have watched plenty of Huang Kaiwen’s videos.”

”Maldini sends a long pass... De Jong intercepts it in front of the defense line. It’s obvious that Ivanovic’s absence means AC Milan is employing a lot of aerial bombardment. If the front three get the ball, it’s nearly always a one-on-one breakaway.”

A few minutes later.

Pirlo sends another long pass, Ibrahimovic heads the ball to Kaka.

Kaka spins around with a Marseille turn, passing the ball with his heel into the penalty area.

Torres suddenly sprinted.

Ramos, standing beside him, was prepared and bumped Torres from behind. Torres’s shot lacked power, and the well-positioned Casillas awkwardly caught the ball at the goal line.

This won’t do.

Back in midfield, Huang Kaiwen continued running back.

In the penalty area, Casillas was fuming.

”Damn it, do you guys not want the Champions League?”

Casillas shouted.

”I already disrupted his shot!”

Ramos complained.

Hearing Ramos shout, Torres glanced back.

Damn!

He never expected to run into Ramos after leaving La Liga.

Last season, Ramos and Puyol nearly ended his career, and part of the reason for transferring to Milan was to avoid La Liga’s rough defense.

”Forget it, just stay alert.”

Huang Kaiwen said, putting his arm around Ramos’s neck as they walked off.

Ramos grumbled, ”That guy always hangs out with Barca players on the National Team, he’s definitely targeting me on purpose.”

”You’ve got to understand their friendship.”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, ”Maybe he’s good friends with Puyol.”

”Ah, how do you know it’s Puyol, Kevin?”

Ramos asked, realizing.

”Isn’t it obvious? They always chat when we play against Barca.”

Huang Kaiwen replied.

”True, I bet he’s the mole leaking locker room secrets to the papers.”

Ramos said.

”You can’t be sure about that, better not to make unfounded claims.”

Huang Kaiwen said, ”You’d better avoid attacking, at least for the first half. Milan is relying heavily on long balls today, we need you to clear them. Their players are getting older, we can wear them down and push harder in the second half.”

He had been watching AC Milan’s games closely.

Maldini and his teammates were another year older, their stamina noticeably declining towards season’s end, especially in the final stages of matches.

The intensity of a UEFA Champions League final would naturally exhaust them more.

”Got it, I understand.”

Ramos nodded.

As expected of Kevin, he quickly figured out how to counter Milan.

Next time, I’ll focus on passing to Robben, letting him run at Maldini. Once Maldini is worn out, Kevin can take over.