After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 311 - 0166 The 63rd Ballon d’Or (Subscription Request)_4

Maldini stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Kevin’s right, we must never give up until the last second of the match. We old guys can’t just rely on the young ones to do all the work. Let’s go back on the field and play today’s match as if it’s the last of our careers. Come on, long live Milan!"

"Long live Milan!!!"

Seeing his teammates pumped up.

Huang Kaiwen wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.

Playing soccer these days is damn hard.

If you don’t have some skills, you can’t really be an important player in the locker room.

Sitting back down on the bench.

Huang Kaiwen remembered he still had "Figo’s pig’s head meat".

Once again standing in the middle of the locker room, he spread his hands and said, "Since everyone’s so happy, let me do a little magic trick. Look, I have nothing in my hands."

"Right, there’s nothing!"

Pirlo nodded and shouted.

"Now, the moment to witness a miracle has arrived," said Huang Kaiwen.

One hand reached into his shirt and pulled out a vacuum-packed "Figo’s pig’s head meat".

All the AC Milan players’ eyes widened.

They thought Huang Kaiwen was joking, but he really performed a magic trick for them.

"Kevin, how did you do that?"

Maldini asked in surprise.

"There are things in the world that are best left as a mystery," Huang Kaiwen said with a smile. "In our country, ’pig’s head meat’ signifies glitz and glamour, which means trophies and medals, so everyone, come and have a bite."

The Milan players were appreciative.

Even those who didn’t want to eat went over to grab a piece and put it in their mouths.

Karachi, who had made the mistake that led to conceding a goal, and Huang Kaiwen’s best friend Kaka were especially supportive, standing in front of the table and eating incessantly.

Seeing this, Huang Kaiwen thought.

Barcelona is probably in for a tough second half.

When they re-entered the field through the players’ tunnel, the Rossoneri had already adjusted their mindset, and the rousing AC Milan team song once again echoed through Stade de France.

The second half had just begun.

Barcelona immediately launched an attack, Van Bronckhorst and Ronaldo moved to the front and sent a cross in, Eto’o, getting in front of Stam, slid into the small box for a shot. The ball, blocked by Karachi with his hands, fell in front of the penalty area, Deco followed up with a shot which Karachi, again raising his hands, kept out of the goal.

Stam, who had rushed into the penalty area, quickly kicked the ball over the end line.

"Beautiful!!!"

"Karachi has redeemed himself, after making a mistake in the first half that cost Milan a goal, he adjusted well and twice kept Barcelona players’ close-range shots out of the goal."

"Deco took the corner from the left, Stam headed the ball out of the penalty area."

"Pirlo passes to Cafu, who speeds down the right flank with the ball."

After taking the ball past the halfway line, Cafu encountered an open field.

The Brazilian full-back would almost always flick the ball ahead, then sprint to catch up with it, repeating the action.

Having charged down to the right side of the penalty area, Cafu accelerated once more, received the ball, and twisted to deliver a cross.

The ball flew over Van Bronckhorst’s head, tracing a curve and falling downward, with Puyol’s height giving convenience to the cross, the ball grazed Puyol’s hair as it fell towards the left of the arc.

Huang Kaiwen, who had charged to the top of the penalty area, powered off with his left foot.

After a feint step in the air with his right foot, his left foot struck the ball.

With a motion resembling the Bundesliga LOGO, he took an unconventional shot at goal.

Bang—

The ball, like a cannonball out of a barrel, flew toward the top right corner of the goal, brushing past the outstretched fingertips of a diving Valdes and drilling into the net.

"Kevin!!!!!!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!!!!!"

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