Huang Kaiwen turned on his heel after scoring, running directly towards Messi.

With his arm around Messi’s neck, they raced towards the camera at the sidelines.

The cheers at San Siro Stadium rose wave after wave.

The Milan players rushed to the sidelines one after another, further igniting their excitement.

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

Every Milan player that charged to the sidelines brought another cheer from the Rossoneri.

Messi, surrounded by teammates along with Huang Kaiwen, was also infected by the fans’ enthusiasm, vigorously waving his right arm towards the stands.

All aspects!

Although Messi had been in Milan City for less than a month.

But from fans to teammates, from teammates to club staff.

He experienced a completely different feeling from Barcelona.

In Barcelona, it was Catalans and outsiders.

But Milan City was not like that.

Huang Kaiwen, entirely through his own skills, had earned immense fame in Italy.

As a super talent, Messi felt the fans’ passion as well.

He wasn’t rejected for not being Italian.

The newspapers and fan organizations were simply too enthusiastic about him.

Of course.

There was a little arrangement by Huang Kaiwen in this.

In short.

This club looked at strength, not bloodline, and having a single goal made Messi more motivated, without worrying about being criticized by "World Sports News," regardless of winning or losing, like when playing for Barça.

"Great pass!"

Ramos gave a thumbs up.

Kaka nodded in agreement.

Messi grinned.

He felt these teammates were truly friendly, as they were more excited about an assist than him scoring a goal.

"Toni, Toni!!!"

Guardiola pressed his lower back, frowning as he waved to the substitutes’ bench.

Kroos instantly took off his training jacket, rushed to Guardiola, and worriedly asked, "Coach, are you feeling unwell?"

"I’m fine, just an old problem!"

Guardiola said, "Start warming up now, it’s almost halftime, no need to go back during halftime, you’ll replace Kevin in a while."

"Okay, Coach."

Kroos nodded earnestly, looking at Guardiola.

Guardiola paused for a moment, then put an arm around Kroos’s shoulder, pointing at the field, "Our defense isn’t organizing well today, entirely relying on individual abilities. I need you to link them together, not just separate front and back players, but as one team, understand?"

Kroos nodded firmly.

"That kid looks easy to fool, why don’t you recruit him?"

Gattuso raised his chin and asked.

Inzaghi sneered, "The Holy Roman Empire only needs elites, the German kid can play, but his brain isn’t good, I’m afraid it will lower the national average IQ."

Ambrosini and Gattuso exchanged a glance, both at a loss for words.

Inzaghi, although mischievous, rarely loses.

His evaluation of Kroos wasn’t really off.

Even the younger De Bruyne didn’t buy into Guardiola’s rhetoric.

But Kroos was entirely swayed by Guardiola.

In the first minute of injury time, Sannetti forcefully broke through on the left and passed back to Yuto Nagatomo.

Yuto Nagatomo sent it directly into the box without stopping.

Pazzini missed the ball, affecting Godin’s judgment, and Diego Milito successfully headed the ball, Buffon made a critical dive to deflect it away.

Thiago Silva quickly went for the ball.

Milito attempted to retake, but Silva successfully passed it to Zambrotta.

"Great, Buffon’s response speed is indeed fast."

"Yes, some AC Milan fans say Buffon’s performance slid after transferring, but that’s because AC Milan’s attack is so strong, suppressing their opponents greatly, leaving little opportunity for counterattacks."

"Exactly, AC Milan usually pins the opponent down, pressing high in the front, rarely letting the ball reach the back. Even if it does, Nesta and Ramos handle it, rarely threatening AC Milan’s goal. The last time AC Milan faced more than 10 shots on goal in a single match was last season’s UEFA Champions League final against Real Madrid."

"Only teams like Real Madrid can threaten AC Milan’s goal."

Zambrotta immediately passed the ball to the retreating Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen received the ball and turned, leaving Maicon behind.

Cambiasso rushed towards Huang Kaiwen without hesitation, trying to tackle.

Unexpectedly, Huang Kaiwen pushed the ball forward fiercely, sending it 40 meters ahead!!!

San Siro Stadium was in uproar.

Even Milan Fans didn’t expect to witness such a scene.

This familiar scene seemed to take them back a few years.

Fans watching on TV had a more direct view.

The camera tracked Huang Kaiwen’s figure, the advertisement boards at the sidelines became a blur, as if sitting on a speeding train, the scenery around constantly receding.

Renowned as the world’s best right-back, Maicon wasn’t slow.

But as he chased back, his forehead covered in sweat, he couldn’t close the gap with Huang Kaiwen.

Instead, it grew wider and wider.

The director deliberately gave a close-up of both.

While running, Huang Kaiwen’s face showed no special expression.

Just like when he played before.

But Maicon, behind him, from neck to forehead, veins bulging, looking as if he just came out of a sauna, with beads of sweat pouring down his face.