"This goal is onside, Delasena was lingering at the back just now, and at the moment Huang Kaiwen passed the ball, Lars Bender was further away from the goal, so the referee signaled the goal was valid."

"Santos is really beaten down, the players don’t even want to continue playing, but the match is only 30 minutes in."

"Rafael vented by kicking the ball out of bounds, hey, Huang Kaiwen made a flying stop with his shoulder, the ball stayed on his shoulder as he landed, juggled it twice, and with a flick of his outside foot, wow, the ball landed right in the center circle."

"Rafael got a yellow card for that move, no problem with the decision, you can tell all the Santos players are playing with a lot of emotion right now."

"Guardiola replaced Huang Kaiwen with Kroos, the entire Yokohama Stadium stands up, Huang Kaiwen can only clap hard as a gesture of thanks, he receives superstar treatment wherever he goes."

"The camera shifts to Pele, the old king of football clearly sighs with relief, Santos is getting a thrashing today, if Huang Kaiwen hadn’t been subbed off, they might not have stopped 10 goals today."

"South American football is indeed lagging, their defensive system doesn’t match up to many teams in Serie A."

"Yes, South American football used to be strong, but now they’re falling behind, widening the gap with European football. Recognizing their shortcomings and catching up is necessary."

Huang Kaiwen took a towel and bottle from Guardiola.

Santos didn’t really foul him much today.

The weather in Japan isn’t too bad, after all, he’s played in the United Kingdom.

The biggest impact is still the jet lag.

There’s no way to solve that.

After rinsing his mouth, Huang Kaiwen returned to the bench.

Inzaghi nudged Huang Kaiwen with his arm and said, "If I were on the pitch, you might have already scored a four-assist game."

"Ah, right, right!"

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

Inzaghi, feeling a bit bored, reached out his hand and said, "How about a round of thumb war?"

"Are you still in elementary school?"

Huang Kaiwen replied irritably.

"10,000 per round!"

Inzaghi said.

Huang Kaiwen immediately extended his right hand, "Seeing how bored you are, I’ll play along with you."

The two extended their right hands, with their pinky, index, middle, and ring fingers interlocked, only their thumbs were moving flexibly, trying to provoke each other.

The game is to pin down the opponent’s thumb with your own, hold for three seconds to win.

Among various skills, Huang Kaiwen has considerably enhanced his reaction speed, finger flexibility, upper limb strength, and finger strength.

He even suspects that he could fracture Inzaghi’s finger with enough force.

But precisely because of this, Huang Kaiwen let Inzaghi win twice as a gesture.

During halftime, His Majesty the Emperor doesn’t have any wages this year.

If it weren’t for halftime, he might not have kept what’s been gained in North Africa.

After all, this game is too fast.

Inzaghi, rubbing his fingers, walked to the locker room and said, "I know you’re good at these childish games, so I played along."

"Then shall we play something more complex?"

Huang Kaiwen raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Ah, let’s forget it, I don’t have the mood to keep playing, I need to care about the development of the empire, the lives of the citizens, unlike you, just a team captain."

Inzaghi said brazenly.

Gattuso chimed in, "But Kevin’s team has way more people than your country!"

"Bullshit, my country can develop to billions, can AC Milan have billions of players?"

Inzaghi shouted.

Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention.

Even Hazard didn’t join in.

None would entertain any fantasies about the three-person empire.

In the second half, Milan played conservatively, still turning the score to 10:0, if it weren’t for malicious fouls by Santos players, Milan’s stars might have turned today’s match score into a basketball game.

As the final whistle blew.

Many Santos players ran to the sidelines.

One by one shaking hands with Huang Kaiwen.

Among the Milan players, only a few like van Persie showed real excitement.

Ramos’ face showed no emotion.

He has won too many titles, all the National Team honors.

Winning a Copa Libertadores champion means nothing exciting to him.

Seeing Neymar still holding Huang Kaiwen’s hand, Ramos shook his head.

This kid loves provoking, but he has a good eye.

Under the staff’s direction, Huang Kaiwen, Neymar, and Torres got on the podium.

Collecting the Club World Cup’s gold, silver, and bronze trophies, Huang Kaiwen also got a giant Toyota car key."

"Could you sign an autograph sometime? My sister is a fan of yours!"

Neymar said.

"I’ll give it to you later."

Huang Kaiwen patted Neymar’s shoulder and said.

He also willingly gave away his jersey.

With Santos losing so badly, if Neymar were to swap jerseys with him, he’d get criticized by the media.

Someone always needs to take the blame after a loss.

After descending the podium, Huang Kaiwen handed the car key to Little Bender, saying, "Considering how you guys were mistreated by Japan on TV, this Japanese car can be taken as their apology."

"But..."

Sven Bender tried to say something.

Inzaghi immediately gave him a push and said, "Don’t be polite with Kevin, this guy just secured nearly 2 million euros."

Sven Bender was dumbfounded, completely unable to understand how Huang Kaiwen made that money.

Was it some kind of advertising revenue?

The prematurely departing Pele got caught by the media, the old king feigned ignorance and said, "Neymar? The future of Samba football? Who said that? I certainly didn’t say it! Kevin is the true representative of Samba football, if Kevin retires, Samba football ends."