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

Chapter 1771: Chapter 477: Mutual Joy and Equivalent Exchange

”The first day I played a few rounds, felt like I got the hang of it, asked my teammates where to buy the Eaglehorn Bow, they marked it for me, and I kept chasing after the enemy Roshan to buy it, only to be done in by it.”

”Haha, that’s hilarious. But Dota really isn’t easy to master. I have a classmate who’s great at 3C, but still can’t get the hang of Dota.”

”Dota is indeed a bit complex. I took about a week to learn it before I got the basics, but once you get into it, it’s quite fun.”

”Huang Kaiwen’s game is finally going into open beta, are you guys playing?”

”Hell no, not even if you pay me.”

”I don’t believe Huang Kaiwen could have gotten a good game. Just because he’s good at soccer doesn’t mean he has good taste in games.”

Torres was about to celebrate a goal with Ramos.

Only to find Ramos had already sprinted back to defense.

Torres shook his head with a smile and quickly ran back himself.

Back when he was at Atletico, Huang Kaiwen asked if he wanted to transfer. He always thought this day would come.

After playing on the same team with everyone, Torres felt much more relaxed.

Even though his home team was great, as the youth team captain, he carried too much pressure.

Now he could finally just enjoy playing soccer.

”Kevin!”

Inzaghi said pitifully.

”Ahem, what’s up, Filippo?”

Huang Kaiwen asked, holding back laughter.

”Don’t you think I should score a goal?”

Inzaghi said.

”Then go on ahead, I’m not stopping you!”

Huang Kaiwen replied.

”You bastard, pretending to be clueless with me!”

Inzaghi pounced on Huang Kaiwen, shouting, ”Back then, when I was on the boat worrying myself sick, you couldn’t even pass me the ball.”

”Alright, alright, I’ll pass it to you when there’s an opportunity!”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

He hadn’t expected Inzaghi to react so strongly.

It just goes to show that Yellow Ball King still holds some status among his friends.

After the restart, Rome went completely crazy.

Their offensive power was unprecedented.

The whole formation was pressed very far forward.

And their passing speed was extremely fast.

Consistently one-tap passes without losing possession.

Guardiola, standing on the sidelines, shook his head.

This kind of adrenaline-filled attack, if unsuccessful, can lead to even worse outcomes.

Ferguson’s Manchester United is adept at counterattacks in adversity, but Guardiola knew the core of Manchester United. That team’s combination of width and centre is exceptional, courtesy of the system Ferguson spent over a decade building.

More crucially, when Manchester United pushes up and fails to score, Ferdinand and Vidic can clean up the mess for their teammates.

But Rome’s defenders do not have this capability.

When Rome moved into the front line.

Just as Guardiola thought, they had no way to crack the tight defense.

The forward duo of Adriano and Borello was lacking.

Mené could only keep receiving passes from his teammates, trying to tear apart Milan’s defense.

Rakitic spotted the moment and poked the ball to the left.

Antonini took the ball, made a quick pass forward, and Huang Kaiwen once again showcased his explosive speed.

In just the initial burst, Huang Kaiwen easily shook off Simprisio beside him, while Burdizzo was waiting for a chance, half-turned near the midfield.

Slap—

Huang Kaiwen suddenly knocked the ball about ten meters ahead, and as Burdizzo turned, Huang Kaiwen had already squeezed past him.

”Kevin!”

”Kevin!”

”Kevin!”

More than half of the over fifty thousand fans fell into silence.

Roman fans had the illusion that they were watching an athletics championship, not a soccer match.

Huang Kaiwen knocked the ball toward the penalty area from midfield, then sprinted forward.

Roma players became the best backdrop.

Burdizzo didn’t even waste a second of Huang Kaiwen’s time.

Juan, trailing at the back, quickly stuck close to Huang Kaiwen. Neither managed to take control of the ball.

But Juan, madly running toward the left flank, knew that Huang Kaiwen would get to the ball first.

He was running so hard that he almost fell over, stumbling with every step, unsure when he might trip, yet Huang Kaiwen moved with ease.

Damn it!

At that moment, Juan realized.

No opponent of Huang Kaiwen’s caliber was on the field.

Just as expected.

Huang Kaiwen got to the ball first, and Juan slightly slowed down to prepare for the upcoming defense.

Slap—

After a couple of steps, Huang Kaiwen crossed low with his left foot.

Juan, ready to block, was still a step behind as the ball rolled under him toward the goal.

Inzaghi, who followed up, simply nudged the ball with his foot, easily sending it into the net.

”Goal!”

”GoalGoalGoal!”

”Filippo Goal!”

”Kevin once again assisted Inzaghi, who had been waiting on the opponent’s half since he saw Kevin get the ball and started running forward, sure enough resulting in a goal.”

”This goal was achieved very simply. After taking the ball at the back, Kevin sprinted 85 meters and delivered a curved ground pass to find Inzaghi, who practically bumped it into the net.”

”This is why no one can stop Milan. As long as Kevin is carrying the ball, the goal scorer could be Inzaghi, Borello, or even Jose Mari.”

”Whether you’re a dud or a top scorer depends entirely on who your teammates are.”

Jose Mari was another flop in Milan’s history.

In 1999, Milan spent $15 million to bring him to San Siro; the forward scored 5 goals in 45 matches.