After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 391 - 0191 Yellow Ball King Hearing Declines (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 391: 0191 Yellow Ball King Hearing Declines (Please Subscribe)_2

But Kevin Huang’s goodwill, he felt.

Being a lifetime spokesperson sounds fancy, like those lifetime deals Michael Jordan had, right?

More than the contract,

it was Kevin Huang’s recognition that excited Messi more.

Kevin was a player who took individual heroism to the extreme, single-handedly winning several trophies for AC Milan.

First inviting him to play soccer together,

and then wanting him to be a lifetime spokesperson.

He really saw great potential in him.

A youthful smile was spread all over Messi’s face.

A handsome smile was all over Kevin Huang’s face as well.

From now on, Kevin’s tea would grow alongside Messi, providing him the most attentive care.

Even Messi’s dad wouldn’t know how far Messi would grow, right?

Signing Messi now was a big win.

In the forums,

"Damn, Kevin Huang’s smile is so cheeky."

"Feels like no good will come of this."

"Guess he’s been sweet-talked by Kevin Huang, Jielun another victim it seems."

"I think Messi plays well, don’t let Kevin Huang lame him out."

"Done for! Materazzi and Sannetti had been fed some charm potion by Kevin Huang, they praise him in interviews, and looks like Messi’s gonna fall for it too."

"Damn it, is there no one who can expose the real face of Kevin Huang?"

"The more games I watch, the more I fucking envy Kevin Huang. Dude can show off while playing, gets positive reviews, hot female fans almost throw themselves at him, he can watch games with celebrities in a pool when faking injuries, fuck, not even the King of Spain has this kind of treatment."

"Bro, I don’t wanna burst your bubble, but just so you know, Juan Carlos I had a four-digit number of mistresses, no soccer player can match that."

"Damn, I strongly condemn the King of Spain for disrespecting marriage, I fucking must protest!"

...

A few minutes later,

Real Madrid launched another attack.

Diarra passed the ball right to Kevin Huang’s feet.

Kevin touched the ball with the outside of his left foot, quickly flicking it to his right side.

There was no need for showy tricks,

he just wanted to show off to Messi.

Messi immediately stretched out his foot to poke the ball.

Kevin stepped forward with his left foot, kicked the ball from behind him back to the left side, and took the ball past Messi and the sideline, leaving Messi behind.

Xavi was still hastening to cover the edge.

Kevin was still doing quick, small steps. As he flicked the ball with his right foot, Xavi quickly repositioned.

Getting playful, Kevin suddenly pulled the ball inside with the inside of his right foot.

Xavi turned along with Kevin, and after both had spun 360° on the spot, trailing by two body lengths, Xavi just couldn’t keep up.

Kevin sped up the frequency of his steps, still taking tiny ones, and dashed diagonally toward the center.

As Thuram lunged to intercept, Kevin feinted a run to the left lane, tricking Thuram into adjusting his stance and lunging again, then Kevin flicked the ball with the outside of his foot, swiftly breaking past Thuram’s side.

Seeing Puyol approaching, Kevin passed the ball back to his left foot, preparing to enter the penalty area from the left.

Puyol chased all the way, still two body lengths behind Kevin.

Such a scene thrilled the Meringue fans.

Noticing Guti sprinting up from the center, Kevin swiftly turned and passed with his left foot.

The ball was about to pass when Puyol suddenly stretched out his leg, blocking the pass with a split motion.

"That pass would have made it."

"Thuram was beaten, Zambrotta didn’t manage to chase back into the box, Robinho and Raul drew Silvinho’s attention, that pass would have created a clean break-through."

"That’s why I say you might think Kevin is all about attack today, but he passes the ball when his teammates have a chance."

"Puyol really made a difference this time, though he couldn’t keep up, he kept chasing back, and probably Kevin didn’t expect Puyol to stretch out his foot at the time of the pass, that defense was crucial."

While walking back with Guti,

Kevin turned back to look at Puyol.

That pass seemed to have hit between Puyol’s legs, quite enduring, Kevin admitted that the Barca captain was tough.

An uneasy Rijkaard turned to the Carlin Wizard and asked, "How much longer do we need to wait? It’s been 30 minutes already, and his breakthroughs seem even more fierce!"

"Young people are just young."

Carlin Wizard sighed and said, "Give me a picture of him."

Rijkaard fished out a stack of pictures of Kevin Huang from his jacket pocket and handed one over.

The Carlin Wizard took a charcoal pencil out of his trousers pocket and scribbled some crooked Chinese characters on the back of the photo.

Looking at the characters "Heaven Ice Bun Line" on the back of the photo, Rijkaard asked, "What does this mean?"

"To deal with a Chinese, naturally one must use Chinese. This is the most vicious curse. Have someone place it in a fridge,"

the Carlin Wizard replied.

He always called the bun shop by that name.

"I get it!"

Rijkaard clapped his hands excitedly, "So placing it in the fridge would slow him down, right?"

"Exactly! You better hurry and get it done,"

the Carlin Wizard said with a smile, waving his hand.

You have to cater to the client’s wishes.

If Rijkaard were to hire him a few more times,

the money he was collecting from the Surinamese Chinese would be enough to swap for a bigger house.

Capello, who had been paying close attention to Rijkaard’s movements, grew increasingly uneasy as he saw Rijkaard’s assistant leave with something in hand.

Capello looked back at the photo of the Taoist stuck on the chair and muttered, "Forgive me, Your Majesty, I was wrong, please stop hitting me. Forgive me, Your Majesty, I was wrong, please stop hitting me..."

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