After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 570 - 0235 Kevin-style Sideline Offense (Subscribe Please)_2

Young fans had only heard the names, yet had never watched these legendary players who now sat in the stands, as commentators from various countries recited those names that had left a deep mark on the history of football.

Di Stefano, Pele, Bobby Charlton, and Beckenbauer were sitting together, chatting and laughing.

Calderon and Glazer were exchanging "business" insights.

Outside the stadium.

The Wimbledon tournament was in full swing.

Djokovic and Nadal, who were supposed to rest early, sat in different rooms, watching the same match on television.

Both tennis players, supporters of different teams, were looking forward to the performance of the same person.

A singer from some province, believing himself to be knowledgeable about football, touched the promissory note in his pocket and pointed at the TV screen, "Let me tell you, Kevin lost to me several times in a row when playing games. I sang that song because I was afraid he’d be too upset."

Whether it was the "Huang Kaiwen" bar or the "Huang Kaiwen This Bi" bar, activity was several times busier than usual, with countless new posts appearing every second.

As the players from both teams walked toward the edge of the field.

Fans around the world knew that their feast was about to begin.

The players from both teams were making final adjustments in the tunnel.

Players familiar with each other showed no intention of greeting; what followed was a war where no quarter was given.

Huang Kaiwen used an "Immunity Card" to follow behind Raul as they entered the field.

Even with no particular grievances against Manchester United, he couldn’t avoid being fouled today.

The coaches followed the players onto the field.

Ferguson, dressed in a shiny gray suit with a red diagonal tie, stood out against his blue shirt.

Capello reached out his hand first, "I didn’t expect to meet you here," he said.

"Yes, I still have to apologize to you," Ferguson replied with a smile.

He had considered retiring earlier and contacted Capello to coach at Manchester United, but he couldn’t bear to leave the coach’s seat, so Capello naturally didn’t take over at Manchester United.

"That’s all in the past now. If I had coached Manchester United, I would have been Kevin’s opponent today, and I wouldn’t want to face him in the UEFA Champions League final," Capello said with a laugh.

Ferguson chuckled bitterly, patted Capello on the arm, and turned to walk to the coach’s bench.

Capello also returned to the front of the coach’s bench.

Galbiati asked curiously, "Fabio, why didn’t you prepare for today?"

"Who says I didn’t prepare?" Capello asked with a smile.

"Well, well..." Galbiati gestured for a while before saying, "It just feels like you’re not as professional as you were at San Siro."

"You don’t understand, being too deliberate is not good," Capello said, shaking his head.

"I read in The Sun newspaper that Ferguson did not hire a Wizard," Baldini mentioned.

"Whether he hires a Wizard or not doesn’t matter, we just have to do our own thing," Capello said, taking out a fan and waving it, "Sometimes doing too much can have the opposite effect. Only by going with the flow can you find the best path."

Baldini and Galbiati nodded simultaneously.

Not understanding is okay; pretending to understand will do.

...

"Although Capello is in a suit today, he’s still holding a fan," Zhang said with a chuckle, "His light waving really gives off a sense of having everything under control."

"Ferguson is chewing gum. Both coaches have their own habits; let’s respect and understand that," He Wei said.

"Right, neither coach stood out today, but it’s quite lively in the stands, heh heh," Neville said.

"That’s right, the fans from Manchester United in the stands formed the words ’win for us’ with replicas, meaning ’to win the championship for us,’ aiming to encourage the Manchester United players. Real Madrid fans directly showed off the Big Eared Cup, which is the confidence of the team with the most UEFA Champions League titles," Charlton explained.

"The performers have started to leave the stage, wearing Ancient Greek-style garments, looking very simple," Charlton continued.

"Right, but no matter how spectacular the performance, it still can’t steal the spotlight today, let’s take a look at the home team list for today’s match," Charlton said.

Real Madrid 433 double pivot:

Goalkeeper: Casillas,

Defenders: Marcelo, Pepe, El Guerra, Ramos,

Midfielders: De Jong, Guti, Diarra,

Forwards: Huang Kaiwen, Raul, Cassano.

Manchester United 433 single holding midfielder:

Goalkeeper: Van der Sar,

Defenders: Heinze, Ferdinand, Vidic, O’Shea,

Midfielders: Scholes, Carrick, Fletcher,

Forwards: Giggs, Rooney, C. Ronaldo.

"In today’s match, both sides essentially fielded their strongest lineups. Manchester United captain Gary Neville had performed brilliantly this season, but in the March match against Bolton, he was injured by Gary Speed’s tackle and has still not returned to the field,"

"Yes, if Gary Neville were here, the defense against Huang Kaiwen would have been better. O’Shea and Brown have alternated at the right-back position, neither reaching the level Gary Neville had this season,"

"Utility players are just like that, you can’t expect them to play several positions and still perform top-notch...okay, the referee from Germany, Vander, blew the whistle to start the match,"

Raul tapped the kickoff to Cassano, who passed it back immediately.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t rush forward, but instead ran back with Fletcher.

Maradona’s dribbling ability and speed were both very strong.

He could definitely launch an attack from the backfield.

After crossing midfield, Fletcher stopped running with Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen could run from the left to the right, but Fletcher didn’t have that tactical freedom.

Guti passed a straight ball to Raul just before the arc.

Raul extended his left foot to touch it, changing the direction of the ball towards the right flank.

Huang Kaiwen stepped over the ball and took Scholes away with him.

Cassano, unguarded, received the ball easily; Heinze hurried forward.

Cassano, seeing Huang Kaiwen’s hand gesture, dragged the ball back and then scooped under it with his foot.

Smash—

The ball flew over Heinze’s head to his rear.

"Stop him!!!"

Accompanied by Ferguson’s roar, a surrounded Huang Kaiwen suddenly burst forward, displaying astonishing explosive power.

Ferguson didn’t even see how Huang Kaiwen broke out from the encirclement of three men. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The gum he was chewing stayed in his mouth, forgotten.

The slight sweetness from his tastebuds still didn’t stimulate Ferguson’s masticatory muscles.

Manchester United’s godfather stared intently at Real Madrid’s number ten rushing towards the right, fearing that in the blink of an eye, Manchester United’s goal would be breached.

As Ferdinand rushed towards the ball and saw Huang Kaiwen getting to it first, lowering his center of gravity and spreading his legs,

the moment Huang Kaiwen dared to carry the ball into the box, he would immediately stretch his foot.

As one of the top defenders in the world, Ferdinand was confident in his turning speed.

Even if Huang Kaiwen managed to dribble the ball through his legs, he was confident he could turn and position himself fast enough to kick the ball out to the baseline.

But the next second,

Ferdinand realized he was wrong, terribly wrong!

Huang Kaiwen sneakily lifted his left calf, powered by his knee, and struck the back of the ball with his left foot.

Bang—

Ferdinand, unable to react, turned his head just to see the ball rise above everyone’s heads, quickly passing over to descend inside the box and smash against the inside of the left post before ricocheting into the net.

The gum fell from Ferguson’s mouth onto his shiny shoes and playfully rolled over the sideline onto the field.

Capello and his assistants all clapped their hands to their mouths, eyes wide.

After a few seconds of silence, the Athens Olympic Stadium erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Fans dressed in white jerseys and red and black striped shirts jumped up from their seats, wildly waving their arms.

Even though they supported different teams, they could shout out the same name.

Because the name printed on the back of their jerseys was the same.

"Kevin!!!!!!!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!!!!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!!!"

"Just 1 minute 31 seconds from kickoff, Kevin scored a signature goal that breached Manchester United’s goal!"

"Ferdinand, one of the top defenders in the world, had made the best tactical decision. From preparing to defend Kevin’s dribbling into the box to realizing Kevin was shooting directly, Ferdinand chose not to stretch his leg but to turn his head instead because he knew stretching wouldn’t stop Kevin; better to watch the Football God’s wonderful goal up close!"

"Though there’s still a long time left in the match, I regret to inform Manchester United fans that the UEFA Champions League final has finished!"