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

Chapter 1925: Chapter 507: Love Song 1999

Alonso once again passed the ball to Di Maria, and as Di Maria dribbled forward, C. Ronaldo suddenly accelerated. Di Maria sent out a direct pass.

”Oh, the ball is a bit too hard to handle. C. Ronaldo turns and crosses... Gattuso! Substituted Gattuso hurriedly intercepted the ball in front of the goal; Di Maria was a step too slow to seize the opportunity.”

”Real Madrid’s offensive momentum is getting sharper; AC Milan must pay attention, or they’ll concede a goal.”

”Yes, that’s the main issue. I often say Huang Kaiwen’s positioning is flexible, and so is the interplay between C. Ronaldo and Di Maria. You saw both players on the left flank earlier, and now they’ve moved to the center and right flank to coordinate. The defenders can’t just chase them all over the pitch; Huang Kaiwen is difficult to handle for this reason. The attacking players can run freely, but the defenders cannot follow blindly.”

”Coach Zhang is right; facing a frequently shifting offensive setup requires high defensive coordination, individual skill, and experience. Don’t underestimate Gattuso and Nesta due to their age; their interceptions show their grasp of the game.”

Bender cleared the ball off the baseline.

The next play was another corner for Real Madrid.

Gattuso stood up and looked at Nesta.

Nesta said, ”Well done, old man!”

”Can you keep it up, old man?”

Gattuso retorted.

”Even if I can’t run anymore, it doesn’t matter!”

Nesta replied with determination.

If they can survive Real Madrid’s dense offensive spell, he’ll be able to regain some stamina.

The halftime break was just around the corner.

Xabi Alonso took a run-up and kicked the ball towards the near post. C. Ronaldo leaped high, noticeably towering over Thiago Silva.

Yet, C. Ronaldo’s header flicked and hit Silva’s head, sending the ball bouncing to the penalty arc.

Marcelo, lurking outside, rushed toward the ball and readied his left foot for a long shot.

At that moment, Zambrotta dashed up and took the ball, leaving Marcelo kicking the air, hopping in place to dissipate force and nearly injuring himself.

”AC Milan’s counterattack!!!”

”Real Madrid’s retreat was quick this time; the camera captured Marcelo—is he injured?”

”Missing a shot can easily lead to self-injury, as overexerting without contact can harm the cruciate ligament.”

”Yes, let’s hope Marcelo is alright. Huang Kaiwen is advancing on the right flank; his positioning is flexible, just as I mentioned earlier!”

Rakitic passed the ball to Kaka, who immediately charged into the penalty area. With Torres absent, he sought to be a target in the area.

Diarra and Pepe closely marked Kaka.

Without hesitation, Kaka made a lateral pass.

Diarra instantly turned, rushing towards Huang Kaiwen, but Huang Kaiwen chose not to dribble past, returning the ball to Kaka with another horizontal pass.

As Diarra focused on the ball, Huang Kaiwen dashed into the penalty area.

”What the hell are you thinking?”

Unable to hold back, Mourinho cursed at Diarra, ”Do you only watch the ball and not the players?”

What infuriated him further was.

Though the Real Madrid defenders returned promptly to the area, Huang Kaiwen charged inside, while Marcelo kept an eye on the advancing Torres nearby.

Huang Kaiwen went unmarked on the right flank.

At that moment, Kaka twisted and made a flick pass.

Kaka’s pass wasn’t particularly fast; Carvalho sprinted toward the baseline’s drop point and tackled.

Even though Carvalho got a touch, the ball remained under Huang Kaiwen’s control.

Marcelo snapped out of it and dashed toward Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen deftly turned his left foot, leaving Marcelo tackling air.

On the goal line, Casillas couldn’t stand it anymore and dove toward Huang Kaiwen’s foot.

But Huang Kaiwen calmly dribbled outside the small penalty area, easily evading the oncoming Casillas.

Open goal!

Real Madrid’s goal was entirely exposed.

Albiol sprinted to the goal line, intending to mimic Puyol by blocking with his head.

The Real Madrid penalty area descended into chaos.

Carvalho managed to recover, Marcelo followed Huang Kaiwen closely.

With the ball, Huang Kaiwen suddenly paused, causing a big reaction from the duo.

Then Huang Kaiwen whipped his left foot for a turnaround shot, the entire motion seamless.

Bang—

In the blink of an eye, the ball shot past four players’ sides and nestled into the net.

3:0!

Boom—

Huang Kaiwen repeatedly toyed with Real Madrid’s defensive line inside the penalty area.

Such a superb display left many fans bursting with excitement.

Real Madrid’s two defenders and a goalkeeper were played twice by Huang Kaiwen.

Once wasn’t enough, he did it again!

Fans jumped from their seats, wildly shouting that name.

”Saint Kevin!!!”

”Saint Kevin!!!”

”Saint Kevin!!!”

The camera focused on Ramos.

Cheering intensely left him entirely red from neck to face.

Ibrahimovic was in a similar state.

If you didn’t watch football often.

It would be hard to believe these two are superstar players with combined worth over one hundred million euros.

Djokovic, Miss Spencer, Cheryl Tweedy... From athletes to aristocrats, or celebrities and ordinary fans, in this moment, all behaved uniformly.

Everyone yelled from their throats, using all their strength.

A year later, the name of the King of London resonated once more.

And this time, it’s not just Chelsea behind him.

Guardiola rushed to the sidelines, wildly shaking his arms.

3:0!

Which team in the world would lead by three goals at halftime and still lose the UEFA Champions League?

Pep Guardiola finally embarked on the right path.

Champion.

Just over 45 minutes, and he’ll be the UEFA Champions League champion!

Watching Huang Kaiwen surrounded by his teammates, Guardiola found him increasingly pleasant.

If his daughter grows up admiring him, it might not be a bad thing.

In Guardiola’s mind, he’s already preparing his victory speech, considering how to maintain grace without seeming overly triumphant at the press conference.

Casillas threw the ball forward.

Xabi Alonso kicked the ball out of bounds in frustration.

Koshoi rushed over and issued a yellow card.

But Alonso’s face showed no emotion.

Because he knew, the match was lost.

This yellow card didn’t matter anymore.

Benzema took the ball, and Koshoi blew for halftime.

Mourinho’s expression was stiff, but it soon softened.

At this moment, he needed to encourage the players, not lose his temper.

Mourinho walked to the sideline, patting each player leaving the field.

With his peripheral vision, he kept an eye on Guardiola’s behavior.

That sly guy indeed had some luck.

Jose Mourinho learned UEFA Champions League training by Sir Robson’s side for years.

Guardiola, after coaching only youth teams and Barca, is about to clinch the UEFA Champions League.

In less time than he did.

This made Mourinho feel a bit sour.

Like working hard to buy an 80-square-meter flat, then hearing at a reunion that an old desk mate got a 300-square-meter duplex from his parents, everything you worked for, others easily get.

It was then.

Guardiola’s assistant coach seemed to lose his balance, crashing into Guardiola heavily.

Mourinho never expected such a twist.

Soon, a stack of photos burst from Guardiola’s pocket.

Mourinho was stunned when he saw them.

They were photos of himself.

From every phase.

Many pictures even the media didn’t have.

Whether at Camp Nou or Dragon Stadium.

The star in the photos was him.

Mourinho finally understood everything.

He had misunderstood Pep.

It turns out the guy wasn’t trying to sabotage him, he had a secret crush on him!