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

Chapter 1695: Chapter 462: I Don’t Overly Rely on Any Player

”Forza Milan!!!”

Halftime had passed.

Huang Kaiwen was getting ready to leave the locker room.

Ambrosini came over and put an arm around his shoulder, saying, ”I knew it, I made the right call, now you are even better at talking than me.”

”Is it just talking?”

Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.

Ambrosini playfully pushed Huang Kaiwen away.

Could he really admit to being a worse player?

Ambrosini always thought he had a place in Milan not because he was strong, but because there weren’t many suitable midfielders in Italy now.

A simple reason, his teammates were regulars in the Ballon d’Or.

The guys up front could all get into the top ten, even the top five.

Playing in a team of this caliber, even as a midfielder, you should make the Ballon d’Or list.

So becoming the captain was his proudest yet most agonizing time.

The pressure was immense!

Now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ambrosini racked his brains, unable to think of a place where he was better than Huang Kaiwen.

Perhaps being older is an advantage?

At the start of the second half, Milan showed a completely different attitude from the first half, aggressively attacking Naples’ flanks.

A few minutes passed, and although there were still no goals, they had the upper hand on the field.

Clemente walked to the sideline and asked, ”Pep, do you want to substitute Kevin?”

”Let’s wait a bit.”

Guardiola said.

The situation on the field suddenly reversed, and he feared that a substitution would disrupt the team’s rhythm.

”But Kevin should at least start warming up to be ready.”

Clemente advised.

So it’s easier to substitute him in directly later.

Guardiola turned to take a look and said, ”Let Kaka warm up.”

”What about Kevin?”

Clemente persisted.

”We’ll see later.”

Guardiola said.

The newspapers said he would be in trouble if Huang Kaiwen didn’t play, just like Mourinho at Chelsea.

So Guardiola really didn’t want to rely on Huang Kaiwen to save the day.

It would imply his tactics had failed, right?

Guardiola also wanted to see if he could have Milan pull off a comeback without relying on Huang Kaiwen.

A few minutes later, Kaka replaced Inzaghi.

Inzaghi slumped onto the bench, grumbling, ”The coach pairs Ricardo with Torres, it’s like he looks down on me.”

”Filippo, why are you breathing so hard?”

Huang Kaiwen asked with a hint of amusement.

Today, Inzaghi ran more than usual; he looked exhausted.

”Is it... is it that bad?”

Inzaghi quickly tried to adjust his breathing, but the more he controlled it, the more heavily he panted.

Inzaghi helplessly shrugged and said, ”Okay, okay, I admit I’m getting old, is that what you wanted?”

”Why would I be satisfied?”

Huang Kaiwen asked amusingly.

”Never mind, let’s drop it, want to play cards?”

Inzaghi asked.

”Better not, maybe later in the stands.”

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

The team was still trailing, the captain here playing cards.

If the newspapers don’t criticize you, they’ve truly been paid off.

But no.

Seems like all the Italian papers are on Yellow Ball King’s payroll.

Even when he left Italy, his ties with the Italian media didn’t break.

After all, this is the home base, you must keep the media’s narrative in check.

Sixty minutes into the match, Milan was still struggling to break the deadlock.

Finally, Guardiola couldn’t help it, walked over to the bench, and said, ”Kevin, get ready to come on.”

”Okay, coach.”

Huang Kaiwen took off his training jacket and walked to the sidelines.

At that moment, Kaka was taken down by Pazzini at the front, earning Milan a free kick.

Huang Kaiwen turned and ran straight to the fourth official.

Guardiola opened his mouth but swallowed his words.

”Huang Kaiwen is getting ready to come on, turns out he’s substituting Pirlo. They probably want Rakitic to move back and team up with Ambrosini, Rakitic has played plenty of positions under Guardiola, haha.”

Huang Kaiwen extended his right hand and high-fived Pirlo.

Pirlo held Huang Kaiwen’s hand and said, ”I was going to take it, don’t disappoint me.”

”Have I ever disappointed you?”

Huang Kaiwen replied with a smile and ran towards the opponent’s half.

Pirlo paused, smiled, and shook his head as he went to the bench.

He really does worry too much.

Naples’ goalkeeper De Sanctis looked at Huang Kaiwen standing at the foul spot, his face darkened.

He’s an excellent goalkeeper, quick reflexes, a type similar to Casillas, previously awarded the best goalie in Serie A.

Just that Buffon is too consistent, so he could only be a substitute in the National Team.

He knows one thing very well: Huang Kaiwen’s set-pieces are the most threatening among all attacking methods.

In open play, it’s not as easy as preparing for a set-piece from stationary.

If possible, he’d rather see Pirlo take this free kick.

De Sanctis gazed off towards Milan’s goal in the distance.

Now he finally understood why that bastard Buffon had praised Huang Kaiwen for years in the papers.

Damn.

If it meant a chance to join AC Milan, he’d want to try it too.

At least he wouldn’t have to worry about someone suddenly firing a shot over 180 kilometers per hour on the pitch.

De Sanctis didn’t even bother to tell his teammates to take positions, instead waiting silently.

Because he felt all efforts were futile, Huang Kaiwen’s free kicks almost never failed to clear the wall, so he might as well focus on calming himself.

Though he wanted to overcome the fear.

But De Sanctis’s arms, legs, his whole body trembled slightly.