Fabregas, back in the starting lineup, felt very conflicted.

He hadn’t expected his friend to leave Barca.

Even more unexpected, after returning to Barca for half a year.

He went from being one of the top three midfielders in the world to a fringe player in the team, even being assigned to play as a forward.

If he could turn back time.

He might have chosen to stand firm.

This was not the glorious homecoming Fabregas had hoped for.

The music had ended.

Huang Kaiwen and Puyol flipped a coin.

Puyol lost the choice of field.

At 7:45 PM, the Swedish referee Jonas Eriksson blew the whistle to start the match.

Some Barca players had noticed Huang Kaiwen and Torres switched positions, but they still didn’t know what this meant.

The two passed the ball back after kickoff.

Fabregas sprinted forward.

Kaka turned around and kicked the ball.

De Bruyne received the ball, tapped it with his right foot, and as Iniesta came to press him, he forwarded it finding Rakitic, who tapped it back without stopping.

Fabregas, who had rushing to the penalty area front, wanted to press Buffon.

Buffon avoided him while dribbling and then kicked a big one.

Bang,

The ball flew past the midfield line towards Barca’s half.

Kaka headed the ball back from Keita who him marked, and the ball hit Messi’s thigh.

When the ball landed, Messi flicked it with his right foot.

Iniesta, familiar with his dribbling style, rushed quickly and kicked Messi’s left foot, making Messi stumble for a step, stabilizing himself, and quickly sending the ball out with his right outer foot.

Huang Kaiwen received the ball back to goal, turned around.

Keita followed Huang Kaiwen closely.

Torres had already chosen to cut in from the middle, and Piqué and Busquets kept their focus on Huang Kaiwen waiting for his move.

The match had just begun.

Those two standing in the midfield circle were already Barca’s last line of defense, this was Barcelona’s defensive style.

Even if Guardiola coached Milan, Milan wouldn’t be this aggressive.

Seeing Torres cutting in, Busquets turned and ran.

Piqué stayed put to watch Huang Kaiwen’s move.

Huang Kaiwen, now turned around, knocked the ball forward hard with his right foot, the ball quickly rolled past Piqué.

Seeing this, Busquets decisively abandoned Torres and moved left to approach Huang Kaiwen.

But the fans in the nearby stands could see clearly.

While Busquets had each foot kicking ground once, Huang Kaiwen’s feet had already changed three times.

Their pace difference was exaggerated, almost within a breath, Huang Kaiwen had completed overtaking and pursued the ball first.

"Shush!!!"

"Shush!!!"

"Shush!!!"

A terrifying white figure.

The one wearing the number 10 jersey reminded them of their most embarrassing memories from years ago.

Back when Huang Kaiwen played for Real Madrid, he was the most hated person among Barcelona fans.

At least two direct encounters per season, each time slaughtering their team.

Upon reflection, it seemed like Huang Kaiwen stepped up from the very beginning by trampling Barca.

Representing Milan eliminating Barca, representing Real Madrid slaughtering Barca, representing Chelsea snatching the title from Barca.

The "World Sports News" had already in their skits portrayed Huang Kaiwen as someone who could stop Catalan kids from crying at night.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen play live.

They once again fell into fear.

Pa——

After catching up to the ball, Huang Kaiwen again knocked it out with his right foot.

By this time, the gap between Busquets and Huang Kaiwen had widened to more than a meter.

Valdes had been standing in the small penalty area all along.

Because he knew Huang Kaiwen could really lob the goal straight from midfield.

If his position was slightly off, Huang Kaiwen definitely wouldn’t spare him.

But seeing Busquets unable to stop Huang Kaiwen’s advance, he abandoned his earlier thought.

"Watch me!!!"

Valdes shouted as he charged towards the edge of the penalty area.

But Huang Kaiwen had just entered the arc, and his right foot instep was already in position.

After exerting force, the instep pushed behind the ball.

Pa——

The crisp sound indicated the force wasn’t strong.

But strong or not is relative.

Valdes had already rushed past the big penalty area line, completely caught off guard.

He attempted to side-step and drop first, but the ball still rolled past underneath him.

The Barca goalkeeper lay on the ground, not even looking back.

If not for the goal post.

There was no chance of mercy from this angle.

After scoring, Huang Kaiwen pointed both hands to the sky.

Some fans even thought he was mimicking Kaka’s celebration.

"Goal!!!!"

"Goal!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"24 seconds into the game, Kevin blitzes Barcelona, though it’s just one goal, but what I want to say is, this match is already over."

"Today’s Kevin isn’t the usual Kevin, even playing against Barcelona, Kevin wouldn’t run out to celebrate for just one goal."

"The camera cuts to Messi, and from the look on Messi’s face we can see this celebration is related to him."

"I remember Messi used to celebrate like this often; this celebration symbolizes his longing for his grandmother who passed away in 1998. Kevin making the skyward gesture at this moment clearly shows support for Messi being targeted at Camp Nou."

"No person can truly live in this world alone, but if you have a friend, and that friend happens to be Kevin, then it’s more than enough!"

"There are too many stories circulating in football about Kevin; Kevin standing up for teammates, Kevin encouraging injured teammates, Kevin finding ways to celebrate teammates’ birthdays and holidays, Kevin giving the most heartfelt gifts."

"The thing I’m most grateful for is supporting Milan, which made me friends with Kevin. The thing I regret the most is being born too early, preventing me from experiencing and being part of Kevin’s fascinating life!"