After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 81 - 0079 What C·Ronaldo (Request for Monthly Votes and Recommendation Votes)

Chapter 81: 0079 What C·Ronaldo (Request for Monthly Votes and Recommendation Votes)

"Kevin, Kevin."

Inzaghi, extremely anxious, grabbed Huang Kaiwen’s shoulders and kept shaking them.

He lamented with a tragic face, "You promised me to hit the clubs together after the match, you can’t get hurt now!"

"Buzz off!"

Huang Kaiwen pushed Inzaghi away. "Ugh..."

His stomach was already hurt from a collision with Thuram, and Inzaghi’s shaking made it worse.

Huang Kaiwen squatted by the side of the field, retching continuously.

"Damn it, Thuram did that on purpose."

"Even though the score is even now, I’d rather the goal hadn’t gone in if Kevin gets hurt."

"The referee didn’t even think to show a card, damn it, did they take Juventus’s dirty money?"

"Crap, today’s referee must be in cahoots with Juventus."

"He even didn’t want to issue a single card."

Crudeli shouted angrily.

The AC Milan medical team came onto the field and checked him over.

Seeing that Huang Kaiwen was alright, they left the field.

According to "Kevin’s Second Law" summarized by Ancelotti: Kevin either gets hurt or he doesn’t, but if Kevin has been on the field for more than 5 minutes without getting injured, then he won’t get injured in today’s match at all.

The medical team also agreed with Fat Ancelotti’s statement.

The main referee, seeing that there was no serious issue, finally remembered to blow the whistle for the halftime break.

In the VIP box at San Siro.

The young lady continued to curse.

She cursed the referee, she cursed the medical team.

She always felt that these people were targeting Huang Kaiwen.

But she was still somewhat restrained.

Because she had quite a few friends with her today who she wasn’t very close with.

Many socialites.

Real socialites.

Not in a derogatory sense.

Barbara felt like Kaka had been spending too much time at their house, sometimes playing games right after training, always monopolizing Huang Kaiwen.

He even often stayed over at their place at night.

Making it seem like a family of three.

Barbara thought this was not right.

She decided to introduce Kaka to a girlfriend.

The young lady figured with a girlfriend, Kaka surely couldn’t keep coming over to their house to play all the time.

They could also quickly return to their previous routine, just the two of them.

Before, she had tried introducing girlfriends to Kaka.

But those were all from the Milan socialite circle.

Before even meeting Kaka, Huang Kaiwen had dismissed them.

Their lifestyles weren’t very proper, some even born ’88, Kaka just couldn’t handle them.

So this time, the young lady was going all out.

She chose those who were relatively conservative in their personal lives, and families that were damn wealthy.

Women with wealth, power, and titles gathered in this box.

New American wealth, European families with centuries of lineage.

There was even a member of royalty.

She was determined to find a suitable one for Kaka.

Barbara felt this time she would definitely succeed.

...

Inside AC Milan’s locker room.

Ancelotti urged the medical team to check on Huang Kaiwen one more time.

After confirming Huang Kaiwen was alright, he still asked, "How do you feel, do you want to come off early?"

"Forget it, coach."

Huang Kaiwen quickly refused: "I just got on the field; you want to sub me off already? Why don’t I just permanently take a spot in the stands?"

"That’s true,"

Ancelotti scratched his head and chuckled dryly.

After Fat Ancelotti left, Inzaghi plopped down between Huang Kaiwen and Kaka.

Excitedly, he said, "Your passing is fucking awesome, way better than Andre. If you were Italian, Andre wouldn’t even get a chance to play for the national team."

"Idiot, Kevin and I don’t play the same position."

Pirlo said, rolling his eyes.

Inzaghi flipped Pirlo the bird and immediately turned his head away from him.

Continuing to butter up Huang Kaiwen, he said, "I haven’t scored in a long time, pass it to me again later if there’s a chance, remember it’s my treat tonight!"

"I might have something on tonight and can’t make it,"

Huang Kaiwen said, shaking his phone: "Barbara wants to introduce a girlfriend to Ricardo, told me to bring Ricardo over after the match."

"No way?!"

Inzaghi’s eyes bulged as he stared at Huang Kaiwen, his expression as pitiful as an abandoned puppy.

"We had a deal, you can’t do this!"

"Let’s see, if it finishes early, I’ll look for you," Huang Kaiwen said.

Inzaghi pouted and said, "You should break up with her, look at our Three Musketeers, both Kaka and I don’t have girlfriends. If you break up too, we could conquer the world together."

Huang Kaiwen: ...

The young lady wanting to get rid of you is absolutely not wrong.

Kidding.

Even if it were the end of the world, Huang would never leave the young lady.

Wealthy and with power, good-looking and doesn’t care about his escapades.

What kind of heavenly girlfriend is this?

Huang would be insane to break up with the young lady.

The halftime break ended.

Ancelotti once again reminded Huang Kaiwen to take care of himself.

If there were any problems, just let him know.

Huang Kaiwen could only give a wry smile and nod.

...

"... Milan, Milan, all we want is to support you, Milan, Milan, forever for you, Milan in the heart and deep soul, you are our true friend. Milan, Milan, all we want is to support you. Milan, Milan, forever for you."

Amid the fans’ singing, they returned to the field.

Huang Kaiwen’s appearance again drew cheers at San Siro.

Many fans worried that Huang Kaiwen might be pushing through an injury.

He was to be substituted during the halftime break.

Finally, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kevin isn’t injured!!!"

"Kevin isn’t injured!!!"

"Thank goodness, Kevin isn’t injured!"

Crudeli exclaimed excitedly, like a 61-year-old child.

"In the first half, Kevin made two perfect assists, and if he remains on the pitch, Milan will soon turn the game around and take the lead."

"After the kickoff, Camoranesi keeps closely guarding Kevin, but can he keep up?"

"Maldini has the ball now, and he’s in great form today."

"Maldini’s breaking through midfield, oh, Emerson intercepted it this time."

"Maldini immediately counter-attacks; the two clash and fall to the ground, and the referee finally remembers he has a whistle, damnit, he calls foul on Maldini. He should really go check his eyes at the hospital after the game."

San Siro Stadium filled with boos and curses directed at the referee.

The civil war within the "Holy Alliance" is also full of gunpowder.

Especially now that the two teams’ scores are so close.

Juventus kicks off the second half.

They immediately pass the ball to the left flank.

Nedved gets the ball while Cafu and Gattuso rush towards him."

The Czech holds the ball in place, tries a few dribbles, and realizing he can’t pass, decides to use his body to shield.

Nedved’s physicality is a bit exaggerated.

Pushing against Gattuso, Cafu also goes for him twice, but he still keeps the ball.

He stumbles towards the end line.

Thump,

Nedved pulls back the ball before the line and turns to make a cross.

The ball flies across the entire penalty area, Trezeguet and Pirlo both fail to reach it.

Instead, it lands at the feet of Maldini.

The Milan captain once again launches an attack.

As Emerson hastily closes in, Maldini quickly makes a diagonal long pass.

Kaka touches the ball with his back to the field with his left foot.

He turns around, bypassing Stephen Appiah.

"Kaka rushes towards the penalty area with the ball."

"Through pass!"

"Inzaghi is offside, ah, Inzaghi didn’t touch the ball!"

"Kaka’s diagonal pass again goes to the left, and Kevin faces Thuram once again."

"It’s too much of a coincidence, almost identical to the previous situation."

"What will Kevin do this time?"

Thuram’s face darkens.

He feels targeted by Milan.

Though he is naturally dark-skinned and it’s not so visible.

But his jersey is sticking to his back, soaked with cold sweat.

Thoroughly illustrating this top defender’s inner turmoil.

Thuram learns from experience.

He’s sure Huang Kaiwen will turn outside the penalty area and then chip the ball over.

This time he decides not to go for the man.

But for the ball!

He positions himself in advance in front of the goal line, intercepting the ball.

Even if you get past him, it won’t matter.

This time, however, Huang Kaiwen runs even faster than before.

The ball hasn’t reached the goal line, and Huang Kaiwen has already reached the line, with Thuram lagging by at least two body lengths behind.

He runs faster!

Huang Kaiwen, with his left foot near the goal line and his right foot about to step out.

Just then,

A spark of insight flashes in Huang Kaiwen’s mind.

He forcefully twists his body.

His left foot hasn’t moved, toes still perpendicular to the goal line.

But his body is now facing the goal.

The next second,

Huang Kaiwen’s right foot swings from behind his left leg.

And then he fiercely swings the outside of his foot at the underside of the ball.

A heel flick shot.

Boom—

It was so sudden.

Huang Kaiwen’s series of moves were fluid and rapid.

Even Buffon couldn’t react in time.

The ball instantly sneaks into the near corner of the goal.

And the Juventus goalkeeper makes no move at all.

Bang—

Huang Kaiwen’s goal thoroughly ignites San Siro Stadium.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Goal!!!"

"Goal!!!"

"Goal!!!"

"In a situation where there’s no time to adjust, how does one shoot? Kevin’s performance delivers the answer."

"If you can’t adjust, then just go for a heel flick shot."

"What’s more difficult is that the angle of this shot is almost zero degrees!"

"A genius’s lethal blow."

"From trailing by two goals to leading by one, Milan needed only one substitution!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Shevchenko moved fast.

He quickly pushed Inzaghi aside, spreading his arms as he rushed towards Huang Kaiwen.

Not joining the celebration would make him stick out.