After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 841 - 0298 Whip of the Gods and Iron Wire Fist (Subscribe please)_5

Torres ran directly towards Huang Kaiwen, and Huang Kaiwen pushed the ball forward with his right foot to the advancing Guti.

Torres turned and rushed towards Guti.

"Go back, go back!"

Ambrosini shouted as he also charged towards Guti.

What kind of team is this, leaving Kevin completely unmarked?

As expected, Guti once again passed the ball to the right side, and Ambrosini turned and charged towards Huang Kaiwen.

He stayed close to Huang Kaiwen, guarding against a sudden pass from him.

However, while running, Huang Kaiwen left the ball behind, took a step forward with his left foot, and used the inside of his right foot to pass the ball behind him, finding Guti once again.

The pass was quite powerful.

Guti received the ball, turned, and with his heel knocked it towards the edge of the penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen began to sprint along the right side, with Ambrosini chasing him instead of Guti.

But no matter how hard Ambrosini tried, he couldn’t catch up to Huang Kaiwen.

Letting Kevin organize a quick attack is too dangerous!

Ambrosini was already prepared to foul.

But Huang Kaiwen got to the ball’s side first, directly passing it horizontally to Raul at the arc edge. Raul turned and made a straight pass behind Kaladze.

Huang Kaiwen quickly surpassed the turning Kaladze, and Nesta lunged towards the right side without hesitation.

Bang—

Huang Kaiwen pushed the ball from underneath with his left foot, slightly jumped to avoid Nesta’s tackle.

Dida, standing at the near post, dived to save, but the ball was too fast; he only saw a blur and then heard the sound of the net swishing behind him.

The ball is in!

The excited Real Madrid players once again rushed towards Huang Kaiwen.

"Kevin!!!"

"Goal!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"It was a very simple shot, but with eleven consecutive passes, this teamwork was not ordinary."

"Milan’s players have done very well. With another team, they could have secured the championship in 45 minutes. They’ve shown an epic performance on both ends of the field."

"Unfortunately, the heroes in epics are still human heroes, and they can never compete with the power of the divine. Kevin’s interspersed runs and four consecutive wall passes with his teammates effortlessly broke through Milan’s reinforced concrete defense, successfully helping Real Madrid take the lead just before the end of the first half."

"Robben moved to the wing wanting the ball, but neither Real Madrid nor Milan players paid attention to him. From this, you can tell that even though Robben is outstanding at Chelsea, against Kevin on the right wing, his importance diminishes significantly. But it’s not his fault; even if it were Galincha standing there, the outcome would be the same."

"In football history, no one can be compared to Kevin."

"I really hope the Milan boys can win the UEFA Champions League, but reality is not a dream. We must acknowledge that sometimes, football can’t be won just by effort."

Real Madrid’s brilliant team play almost ignited the entire world.

Some young Russian fans who had booed Huang Kaiwen due to their beliefs also joined the Meringues in crazy celebration; football transcends beliefs, race, and color, and is popular for very good reasons.

Adrenaline surged, and the Russian fans witnessing such a high-level match live for the first time felt their hearts about to explode.

One after another, they took off their shirts and waved them wildly, with some scenes giving the boys a fleeting yet profound first glimpse, almost like their initiation.

Nesta stood in the penalty area, head down and hands on his knees.

This time, he had given his all, but he still couldn’t make the tackle.

He used to think dealing with Ronaldo was tough enough, but now there’s another impossible guy.

Damn it, next time he visits Kevin’s house, he plans to eat and drink his fill to regain his honor!

As Milan restarted the game, the referee blew the whistle for halftime.

Huang Kaiwen and Ramos greeted the Milan players, laughing and chatting while heading towards the sidelines.

Capello’s gesture of handing him a towel and water bottle, though seen before, still drew attention from Milan players.

"Kevin, are you playing the full match today or 70 minutes?"

Capello, with a bag on his back, asked as he walked beside Huang Kaiwen.

"I think the full match is fine, I’ve rested for a long time."

Huang Kaiwen replied with a smile.

Usually, substitutions are made, but in the UEFA Champions League final, wasting the Yellow Ball King’s [Immunity Card] would make him unhappy.

"Okay, we’ll see how it goes, but I suspect they can’t hold up for 90 minutes."

Capello waved his hand: "Did you tell them to exert themselves in the second half?"

"How did you know, Coach?"

Huang Kaiwen asked in surprise.

"Because I thought that when you talked to them, you were discussing this. After that, they all started passing to Robben."

Capello laughed and waved his hand.

His bag accidentally fell to the ground, and some long, thin sticks rolled out.

Ancelotti, walking ahead, turned around and instinctively squatted down to reach.

"These are just decorations,"

Capello explained, then stared at Ancelotti’s arm.

From Ancelotti’s suit cuff, a silver light glinted.

Huang Kaiwen’s eyelids twitched.

Ancelotti simply ignored Capello and explained to Huang Kaiwen: "This is a new receiving device, Kevin, you understand, metal works better."

Capello’s eyes behind his glasses shone with wisdom.

Bullshit receiving device, it’s probably some armor he plans to use in a fight.

Damn it, that fat Ancelotti really plays dirty!