After passing back to De Bruyne, I ran to the right; De Bruyne’s pass was well timed.

[Kevin Huang] took a step forward with his right foot while running, and back-heeled the ball with his toe.

The ball bounced off his left toe and shot toward the right side.

Understanding the play, Kaka turned with the ball and ran toward the middle, leaving Araujo behind.

Running, Kaka back-heeled the ball to Ramos.

[Kevin Huang] immediately dashed forward.

Ramos turned and knocked the ball back with one kick.

As soon as [Kevin Huang] received the ball, he touched it leftward again, finding Kaka on the left lane.

Kaka, without stopping the ball, pushed it smoothly toward the center.

Reaching the center, [Kevin Huang] twisted and struck the ball with his left foot.

Bang——

The rain came and went, leaving a pond where frogs sang among the green grass.

Santos players were like frogs on the grass, doing nothing more than turning their heads.

Although [Rafael] jumped first, the ball’s speed surpassed his reaction. Even with correct direction, he merely became the backdrop, as the ball flew furiously past his fingertips and plunged fiercely into the net.

Boom——

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Screams and cheers.

Frantic fans and medical staff carrying stretchers.

This was the true picture from the stands.

Since the match began, the ambulance sirens have not ceased.

While Milan players celebrated passionately, the faces of Santos players were filled with solitude.

Even Neymar’s mohawk lay flat against his scalp, looking dispirited.

Mighty!

On the field.

They personally experienced AC Milan’s might.

They were like unarmed serfs facing the legendary Cyclops, Cyclops Cookropus.

The opponent could easily take their lives with a wave of an arm.

Those players clad in red and black stripes didn’t seem to exert much effort, yet goals came one after another.

Neymar, once eager to show off in front of [Kevin Huang], had long abandoned such thoughts.

He now earnestly wished for the match to end quickly, to complain his struggles to his sister over the phone.

Neymar hadn’t lost confidence due to this match.

But Milan’s displayed strength fueled his yearning for European football.

This boy from a poor family rarely disobeyed his father, but this time he planned to talk with him about moving to Italy to play football, even if it meant foregoing his desired jersey, not receiving high wages, or signing bonuses.

"Toni, Toni, get up and warm up!"

Guardiola waved and shouted from the coach’s seat.

[Kroos] took off his jacket and dashed to the sideline within seconds.

His moment finally arrived!

[Toni Kroos] always believed he would become Guardiola’s ace.

Cesare Maldini watched Guardiola with a smirk.

Guardiola’s face grew warm, explaining messily, "It’s for the players’ benefit."

"I understand."

Old Maldini nodded and said, "When Paul was little, he wasn’t the most talented; there were always kids who could easily dribble. But I always told him his playing style resembled Facchetti’s. You’ve seen Paul’s achievements; he’s one of Italy’s best full-backs. For kids, encouragement is far more important than criticism."

"Exactly, that’s my thought.

Guardiola nodded vigorously.

He, Josep Guardiola, had always considered the players.

He truly was great!

Once again, the faces of Santos players were numb as the game restarted.

Pele watched from the stands with a pained heart.

Once upon a time, he played football in Africa, and warlords paused their conflicts for it. Yet even under their rule, people’s looks weren’t nearly as bleak.

The old king was scared.

He feared Santos would falter upon returning to Brazil.

In this moment, he’d forgo dignity, deciding to visit Milan’s locker room at halftime.

He’d speak earnestly with Milan, begging them to go easy and not demolish these youngsters!

Santos players seemed afraid of the ball, immediately passing it upon any touch.

[Ganso] was forced to take on the role of playmaking core, since this was his regular job.

But today, [Ganso]’s mindset was shaken too, and his through ball was inadvertently delivered to [Kevin Huang]’s feet.

[Kevin Huang] was surprised by such luck.

Quickly collecting himself, he passed the ball to De Bruyne and advanced speedily.

Torres remained a significant threat up against the defensive line.

[Kevin Huang] attracted Enrico Pacheco and Araujo over to defend during his run.

[Lars Bender] encountered little meaningful pressure as he carried the ball forward.

Only when he reached the front of the penalty area did he cross the ball horizontally to [Kevin Huang].

[Kevin Huang] nudged the ball forward and started adjusting his steps.

Enrico Pacheco and Araujo showed no intention to tackle.

Both clearly didn’t want to bear responsibility.

Seeing [Bender]’s position, [Kevin Huang] gently flicked with his right foot, turning the ball into a parabolic arc, dropping it before the small box.

Only then did Santos’ defenders awaken, raising hands to signal offside.

[Bender] kicked with composure, lifting the ball over [Rafael]’s head, breaking Santos’ goal once more.

"6:0!"

"AC Milan is playing smoothly today."

"Indeed, goals come effortlessly; [Kevin Huang] clearly doesn’t want personal breakthroughs but a simple pass becomes an assist instantly."