"To be honest, this season even though Real Madrid also park the bus, they still play damn pretty football, that sharpness of their counters really reminds me of when Guti pinged that through ball straight to Huang Kaiwen back then."

"Guti really ought to kneel down and kowtow to this bastard Huang Kaiwen, the peak of his career was when he stood behind Huang Kaiwen. Huang Kaiwen made us realize it’s not that Guti was some crazy streaky guy, it’s that other people sometimes just couldn’t read his passes. Turns out Guti was a lonely passing master all along."

"Hahaha, if I went on and passed the ball, this bastard Huang Kaiwen could still receive it, so that makes me equal to Guti. Guti equals Zidane, so saying I play like Zidane is perfectly fine, right?"

"Fuck, did your math get taught by the PE teacher? Keep converting like that and you’ll equal Nadal, you’ll equal Bolt too."

"I hereby announce, the new Kuba Law has been born: me plus this bastard Huang Kaiwen is greater than any athlete. Every one of us in Kuba is elite."

"No lies detected: play League of Legends, drink Kevin’s tea, and walk straight to the peak of life."

"Mods, get to work, we’ve got a mole here!"

Barca shifted into defense, which made Messi a bit unwilling.

But he also knew this was the most realistic way.

A few minutes later they got another counter chance, he received the ball in the middle and quickly spread it to the left.

Villa received and immediately laid it back to Messi.

Two quick passes in a row opened up a gap in Milan’s back line, Messi met the ball with another long-range shot, Buffon stayed low and blocked it. He didn’t hold it, but very quickly gathered it back into his arms.

This kind of scare left Buffon a bit angry, but just as he was about to start cursing he spotted an opportunity.

Buffon hurriedly swung his arm and threw the ball out to Rakitic in the backfield.

Rakitic received, turned, and drove it forward with one swing of his leg.

Ibrahimovic took the ball and quickly sprayed it wide, then himself accelerated straight ahead.

Kaka saw it and ran out to the left, ready to link up with Huang Kaiwen.

Even though this quick counter gave Barca almost no time to react, because Barca had shifted toward defending, they still had quite a few men behind the ball.

On the left side of the Big Penalty Area, Huang Kaiwen suddenly cut inside, Kaka immediately drifted left to vacate his lane.

Barca’s whole back line was right in front of Huang Kaiwen. Alves and Mascherano were sprinting back while craning their necks to watch him. Suddenly Huang Kaiwen nudged with his left foot and accelerated down the middle, throwing both of them into complete panic.

Puyol glanced anxiously at Ibrahimovic next to him.

But he didn’t dare move.

Because he knew the second he vacated his spot, Huang Kaiwen would slip in a pass.

And with a guy like Ibrahimovic, he doesn’t need any adjustment to get off a high-quality shot.

"Gerard!"

Puyol yelled at the top of his lungs.

Gerard Piqué sprang out almost at the same time, charging straight at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen had just entered the box when Piqué turned his body and stuck out his right foot.

But in the next second, Puyol’s eyes went wide.

Piqué’s foot was very close to Huang Kaiwen, but in such a tight space, and at that kind of dribbling speed, Huang Kaiwen used the inside of his left foot to tap the ball in front of his right, then pushed it forward with his right and went past Piqué!

Fried meatballs!!!

A close-quarters fried meatballs dribble inside the penalty area!

No defender can avoid getting beaten in that situation.

Keita was tracking back fast, but right after Huang Kaiwen skinned Piqué and was still landing, before he’d even reset his balance, his right leg was already swinging through.

Bang—

Valdes had come off his line halfway and instantly went down to reach for it, but the ball still slipped under his arm and rolled into the net.

3–0, 4–3 on aggregate!

The comeback is complete!!!

Rumble——

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

The Camp Nou Stadium was completely overrun.

Fans in red-and-black stripes leapt up from their seats in ecstasy.

Scoring the goal, Huang Kaiwen sprinted all the way toward the corner flag.

He pulled out his trademark move, a mid-air backflip, which cranked the noise up even higher.

"Heh heh, Huang Kaiwen!"

"Even though Huang Kaiwen only scored one goal over the two legs, his performance is in no way worse than Messi’s."

"Yeah, Torres wasted a few chances today, otherwise Huang Kaiwen might already have a hat-trick of assists or even four assists."

"With this goal in, AC Milan can settle now. Even if they carelessly concede again, at worst it’s a tie and away-goals draw, and they go to extra time."

"Heh heh, careful what you say. The camera’s back on Pele, and that smile on Pele’s face is straight from the heart, you can see he’s genuinely delighted."

Guardiola immediately turned around and crooked his finger.

Kroos shot up to the touchline in a flash and only then peeled off his training top to start warming up.

His eagerness actually made Guardiola hesitate a little.

The opponent is Barça after all. If they really do concede, you can’t just send back on the guy you’ve subbed off.

Forget it.

Just let Kroos keep warming up.

Enrico at once called Afellay over.

Bojan had already been shipped off to Rome in the summer.

Otherwise he’d still have one more option right now.

On the bench, apart from Afellay the only attacking player left was Hevren Suarez.

This Suarez kid might be called a prospect, but Enrico knew he was just there to make up the numbers.

Even if his players couldn’t run anymore, he still didn’t want to put this Suarez on.

"Watch the defense!"

"Watch the defense!"

Huang Kaiwen was shouting up front, Thiago Silva and Buffon were shouting at the back.

Milan’s eleven on the pitch came from eight different countries, but right now they shared a single goal, and that was to go through, to reach Wembley, to play the final!

Messi wiped the sweat off his face with both hands.

The more united Milan looked, the lonelier he felt.