After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 314 - 0167 Milan, Milan, just want to support you (please subscribe)_3

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Valdes was scared and plopped down on the grass.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!!"

"Kevin!!!!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"Kevin, with a direct free kick, once again helped Milan take the lead!"

"More than one coach has said, football is about 22 players running for 90 minutes, and in the end, Kevin’s team wins the game."

"All plots and schemes are child’s play in the face of absolute strength. At Milan, Rijkaard obviously didn’t consider this, thinking that the team’s victory was a given. Today, with his golden left foot, Kevin taught Rijkaard that lesson, and from today onwards, Rijkaard should have a whole new understanding of football."

"Every fan who witnessed Kevin’s hat trick on the spot is happy."

"One year after the night in Istanbul, Kevin once again dominated the UEFA Champions League final."

"Kevin’s birthday is in three days, and I want to wish him a happy birthday in advance. Here, I propose that Milan City should declare Kevin’s birthday a holiday, because on that day, a great player was born!"

"Or else just call it Christmas!!!"

The Italian fans watching the 7Gold broadcast couldn’t argue against Crudeli, the die-hard Milan fan.

Although Huang Kaiwen didn’t play much.

But Huang Kaiwen’s decisiveness in key games was incredibly strong!

They had never seen a more decisive player than Huang Kaiwen.

Because of the phone scandal.

Even Italians weren’t very optimistic about the prospects of the Italy National Team.

Many Italian fans treated this match as the last festivity before the new season.

Performing a hat trick, Huang Kaiwen ignited the Stade de France again with a cartwheel to a one-handed forward flip.

The fireworks in the stands were relentless.

Thankfully, the Rossoneri don’t intend to bring the fireworks onto the field this time.

Ronaldo still wore a smile on his face, but there was a trace of bitterness in it.

Previously, in the Ballon d’Or competition, Ronaldinho felt he lost to Huang Kaiwen because Huang played as a winger/goalkeeper all night, garnering many votes.

But today’s face-off.

Ronaldinho felt the terror of Huang Kaiwen’s shooting ability.

Waiting for the kick-off at mid-field.

The Barça players looked tired.

Exhausted.

The opposing team’s main goalkeeper is off, that should be a huge advantage.

But damn, the more they played, the worse it got.

Not to mention Huang Kaiwen, Mr. Clutch. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

It was understandable that Kaka performed well, since he is also a serious contender for the Ballon d’Or.

But what in the hell was with their substitute goalkeeper?

He clearly acted in the first half, joking around with them and letting in a goal, but in the second half, it was like he had cheats on, catching and deflecting several high-quality shots.

Was he feeling too strong and decided to let one in?

Barça resumed play and organized an attack.

Van Bronckhorst surged down the left side and passed the ball to Deco’s feet.

Deco dodged Gattuso and twisted his body to make a direct pass.

Ronaldinho took the ball and dribbled madly to the penalty area, aiming at the far post and pushing the ball with the inside of his foot.

The forward-positioned Karachi spun around into a split and nudged the ball out with the tip of his left foot.

After Deco’s run-up, he sent the ball towards the center of the small penalty box.

Karachi leapt high above Max’s head and caught the ball, starting a counterattack with a throw.

As Ancelotti stood by the sideline sipping his coffee, he turned and said, "What’s with him? I don’t remember him getting new shoes, did he?"

"No, the sponsor said they only managed to make so many, except for a spare pair for Kevin, none of the first-team regulars got extra boots," Mauro Tassotti replied.

"Could he really be a genius?"

Ancelotti raised an eyebrow and mused to himself.

Tassotti thought to himself, what a load of crap genius.

Karachi had been at Milan for a year; if he were a genius, he would have benched Dida long ago.

Moreover, if he were a genius, Milan wouldn’t have gotten him on a free transfer.

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As time passed.

Rijkaard looked again towards the Carlin Wizard.

He had done everything he could.

Barça was still behind.

He felt the team might need a bit of help off the field.

Before Rijkaard could speak, the Carlin Wizard said, "Patience, patience."

Rijkaard almost couldn’t resist punching the old charlatan.

But just then, cheers came from behind in the stands.

The Barça players were sprinting across the field, celebrating a goal.

Rijkaard looked doubtfully at the Carlin Wizard, wondering if the old charlatan had anything to do with it.

"3:3, Barcelona has tied the game again."

"In the 89th minute, the substitute Belletti scored a critical goal. Interestingly, the one who passed him the ball was another substitute, Larsson."

"Hehe, and that’s not all, Iniesta’s pass from over 20 meters found its way behind Maldini. Maldini couldn’t keep up, Larsson took the ball and passed it inside the box for Belletti to strike, the three substitutions for Barça really did make an impact."

"Now, the situation doesn’t look good for AC Milan. Already a man down, some players are out of breath. If this drags into overtime, their disadvantage will only grow."

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