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

Chapter 2177: Chapter 560: Yu Meiren · Shenluo

Both sides’ players rushed quickly to the scene of the foul.

If it weren’t Huang Kaiwen committing the foul, the Atalanta players were ready to get physical.

This tackle solidly hit Cazorla’s heel.

Cazorla clutched his ankle and rolled around on the ground.

The main referee Marco Guida was sweating bullets.

Next up is the Milan Derby.

Although unrelated to the championship, this Milan Derby would let Inter Milan play aggressively, attracting quite a few fans.

Because of this, several big shots had instructed him to ensure Huang Kaiwen’s health before the match.

But damn it, now Huang Kaiwen’s making others unhealthy!

”Referee, what’s your decision?”

Herman Denis stepped up and asked.

The Italian players from Atalanta clearly stood still, showing little emotion.

Gattuso also looked at the referee, subtly pointing at the stands, signaling not to stir trouble today because Milan is winning the championship. Feeling uneasy, Gattuso pointed at Ramos, warning distinctly.

Marco Guida directly showed a yellow card.

Boom—

All the players were dumbfounded.

No one expected Marco Guida to be so decisive.

But what’s more unexpected is that the card was issued to Cazorla.

”What’s going on, why are we getting a yellow card?”

Herman Denis asked urgently.

Bonaventura was equally shocked, yet he managed to control his emotions well. Italy has only so many top clubs; there might be chances to advance at Milan someday.

”Referee, did you give it to the wrong person?”

Stendardo said.

Cazorla, on a stretcher, didn’t let the medics carry him away; he wanted to hear the referee’s explanation.

”Simulation!!!”

Marco Guida said decisively.

”What, how can this be a simulation?”

Denis asked incredulously, whose simulation ends in blood-stained socks?

Marco Guida explained: ”He has been making useless dribbles while dribbling, deliberately angering AC Milan players. When Thiago Silva defended, he was already back to goal; he should have clearly seen Huang’s tackle coming, yet he turned his body to invite the tackle, intending to draw a red card. Unfortunately, he failed to dodge it, so he was tackled. Only giving him a yellow card is already quite lenient.”

The explanation left both sides’ players utterly stunned.

The key is, it’s damn reasonable!

Even Huang Kaiwen felt this Guida was a talent.

He guessed Cazorla was focused on the confrontation with Thiago Silva and didn’t notice his tackle. After all, no sane person would use their heel to receive a tackle; even if you want to take out the opponent, the cost is too high.

”But referee, my teammate is injured, isn’t this tackle too aggressive?”

Denis finally said after a long silence.

Marco Guida glared at Denis, nodded at Huang Kaiwen, and said: ”This tackle was indeed bad. Next time, mind the control of force and angle; try not to let the opponent collide with your foot.”

Huang Kaiwen:...

Huang Kaiwen quickly turned and walked forward.

He clearly didn’t know this referee, yet with the referee’s explanation, it felt like there was some shady deal between them.

Marco Guida, seeing Atalanta’s players accepted the explanation, also turned and ran back.

Passing by Huang Kaiwen, he didn’t forget to say in a low voice: ”My niece is your fan. Can you give me an autograph later?”

Huang Kaiwen quickly bowed his head and walked forward.

”Substitution, Atalanta replaced the injured Cazorla with Nadir Minotti, a defensive midfielder. Bonaventura should be playing wide now; this young player born in 1989 can play multiple midfield positions. This season for Atalanta, he played as a center midfielder, attacking midfielder, defensive midfielder, side midfielder, and winger, a versatile attacker.”

”Yes, but I still don’t understand that decision just now. After the referee explained, both sides’ players accepted his reasoning; I might have missed some detail.”

”Yeah, heh, I feel like there’s definitely something up here. The referee is professional, and so are the players. We’re amateurs, probably a rule issue.”

[Rainie Yang on the left]

”Holy shit, what a bunch of nonsense rules; I feel like it’s just covering for that bastard Huang Kaiwen.”

”Uh-huh, Italians covering for Huang Kaiwen; the player fouled was also Italian, this doesn’t quite make sense.”

”I feel like it might be judged as a simulation; maybe the blood is from blood bags, and Cazorla deliberately wanted to take out Huang Kaiwen. When I studied in the UK, there were bets on Huang Kaiwen getting subbed off; maybe he’s colluding with the gloves to manipulate the game.”

”Oh, come on, I’m damn in Italy. You in the domestic market can’t feel Huang Kaiwen’s status in Italy.”

”What status?”

”Put it this way, if Totti and Huang Kaiwen got into a fight, the next day’s newspapers would be all negative about Totti, and Italian capitalists and politicians would step in to criticize Totti.”

”Then what about Vieri?”

”Vieri is totally insignificant? Players can’t compete with Huang Kaiwen; during Italian elections, one word from Huang Kaiwen on who he favors instantly makes them a major contender.”

”Whoa, is that for real?”

”Why would I lie? Just the other day at the bar, I said I was this damn Huang Kaiwen’s elementary school classmate; immediately, a woman asked me about Huang Kaiwen’s childhood, and I just started bullshitting.”