After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 310 - 0166 The 63rd Ballon d’Or (Subscription Request)_3

"Ronaldinho with a no-look pass."

"Danger!!!"

"Iniesta took the ball into the box, Stam stretched his leg, Iniesta went down!!!"

"The referee awarded a penalty kick. That wasn’t a penalty, was it?"

"Iniesta, clutching his leg, was rolling around in agony inside Milan’s penalty area, but it seemed to me that Stam didn’t touch Iniesta."

"Stam didn’t touch Iniesta; Iniesta took a dive!!!"

"Milan players went up to argue. Toni, overcome with emotion, received a yellow card. The referee insisted on the decision, pointing to the penalty spot. Barcelona got a penalty through a dive."

"In the first minute of stoppage time, Barcelona was awarded a penalty. Eto’o took his stance at the spot, ran up, scored, and Barcelona tied the game, 1:1."

"Now, Milan’s situation is very dangerous. They are down a man and the penalty has affected their morale. Milan players need to adjust their emotions quickly, otherwise, it will impact the remaining game."

The game restarted from the midfield.

Milan players were all a bit emotional.

Fortunately, they were about to go into halftime, where adjustments could be made.

Toni passed the ball back, Kaka tapped it to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen got the ball. Giuly rushed to press; Huang Kaiwen quickly passed it back.

Maldini received the ball and then passed it to Pirlo.

Pirlo passed it wide to Gattuso. Gattuso on the right faced pressure from Deco and had to pass back, Nesta got the ball and passed it back inside the box.

Karachi prepared to clear it with a big kick.

Seeing Eto’o charging to press, Karachi quickly adjusted his stance.

But his movement was too slow. Karachi hadn’t even touched the ball yet.

Eto’o, running to the left side of the ball, extended his right leg and poked it. The ball quickly diagonally shot into the goal.

Eto’o, scoring his second goal, excitedly rushed towards the corner flag area.

Boom—

Both Milan and Barça fans fell silent because of the goal.

Such a goal should not appear in the highest level of world football.

After a moment,

Catalans burst into thunderous cheers.

No matter how the goal was scored,

a goal is a goal.

The score of 2:1 brought them closer to touching the Champions League Trophy.

Disappointed Milan fans started lighting fireworks in the stands, some of them throwing the fireworks onto the field.

After the game restarted,

considering safety, the main referee, Hauge, blew the whistle for halftime.

While walking back,

Milan players looked disheartened.

Ancelotti patted everyone on the shoulder, following the coaching staff to the back.

"Carlo, something seems off today?"

Mauro Tassotti quietly asked Ancelotti.

"We’ve been tricked!"

Ancelotti cursed fiercely, "Damn it, we thought that bastard was targeting Kevin, but he was actually targeting Nelson."

"So that’s it!"

Tassotti exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

"Yes, he’s a cunning guy. Go get the backpack, don’t rush out after the halftime break. First, draw a Hexagram Magic Circle in the locker room. Place the entire team’s photo in the middle. The spell is on page 22."

"Okay, got it,"

Tassotti said seriously, nodding.

When they used to play, they always felt that Rijkaard was crafty.

...

"Damn it!"

Back in the locker room, Stam kicked the lockers.

The other teammates just watched coldly, no one stepping forward to console him.

The atmosphere in Milan’s locker room was rarely this deflated.

The reason was.

The two goals were too bizarre.

Both the misjudged penalty and the goalkeeper’s blunder were morale-breaking. Milan took two hits during the first half’s stoppage time, and their low spirits were understandable.

Maldini looked around at his teammates’ faces, wanting to stand out yet finding himself too disheartened to do so.

In such a mood, it’s hard to imagine saying anything positive.

Ancelotti, entering with the coaching staff and seeing the players’ expressions, became even more furious. It was all damn Gerard’s fault. He wanted to rally the team, but Ancelotti hadn’t figured out what to say yet.

Huang Kaiwen chewed up his Energy Bar and threw away the wrapper.

He sighed to himself.

If they wanted to preserve the Champions League prize money,

shit, it would still depend on Huang himself.

Being the team’s top earner really wasn’t easy.

"Since no one else has much to say, let me say a few words,"

Huang Kaiwen stood in the center of the locker room and said, "The first half is over, and we’re trailing 1:2. Both goals were bizarre. You all feel disappointed and angry, and it’s normal to want to vent because this is inherently an unfair game. But in this world, nothing is ever fair. Our number 21 was born with everything, from a young age, lived in a big house, ate the finest food, wore expensive clothes, whereas our number 8 ran barefoot on the beaches of a fishing village for many years. That’s the real world. Now, both of them are on the same team, both Milan players, and that’s the meaning of striving and fighting." free𝑤ebnovel.com

"But today, the referee’s decisions are flawed, wanting to win the game unless another miracle happens."

Inzaghi muttered discontentedly.

He was still upset about being substituted early.

"Good, Filippo pointed out a key issue, which is the refereeing mistakes," Huang Kaiwen paced the locker room, "Filippo said only with a miracle can we win, and he’s absolutely right because we specialize in creating miracles. Whether it’s in the Champions League final or the UEFA Super Cup, our victories were never easy, but we ended up with the trophies. The fans and the media have called those matches miracles, which exactly illustrates that we are such a team that excels at creating miracles."

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