After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 585 - 0239 Holy Hero (Subscribe for more)_3

"Huang Kaiwen waved his hand to send the medics off the field, he must not be injured."

The medical team kept looking back as they walked toward the sidelines.

Mainly because they were not at ease until Huang Kaiwen stood up.

The [Immunity Card] ensured he wasn’t injured, but the pain was still there.

Huang Kaiwen had taken plenty of care from Manchester United players today; without the [Immunity Card], he likely wouldn’t have lasted until the second half.

Huang Kaiwen rubbed his ankle, got up, and jogged to the sidelines to say to Ramos, "Just wait a bit longer, and we will be champions!"

"Yes!"

Ramos nodded emphatically.

When he went in for the tackle, he thought about getting sent off with a red card, but Ramos felt it was necessary to let Manchester United players know they couldn’t foul Kevin freely.

As for losing the game, he wasn’t worried at all.

With Kevin on the field, could Manchester United really turn the tide?

Capello handed Ramos a towel, lightly patting his shoulder and said, "Go change into a clean jersey and then go back to the tunnel entrance to wait for the news of victory."

Ramos wiped his face with the towel, walked into the player tunnel but did not head toward the changing room.

He wasn’t reassured until he saw it himself.

Capello used Torres to replace Diarra to replenish the four defenders, and now they just needed to maintain the lead to win the championship.

Miguel Torres could play on both flanks, but he played worse on the right than on the left.

With Salgado injured and Cissinho not on the main roster, Torres was the only choice.

On the field.

Guti asked, "You or me?"

"You take it,"

Huang Kaiwen said, covering his mouth.

His ankle still hadn’t completely recovered.

"Okay, I’ll do it,"

Guti said, positioning behind the left side of the ball.

Huang Kaiwen stood behind the right side of the ball to cover Guti.

Ferguson, standing on the sidelines, looked at the scoreboard.

The score was 4:2, and the time was now 88:31.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, reason told Ferguson that the championship was most likely not theirs.

A somewhat exhausted Ferguson walked towards the coaching bench; his back, which he tried to keep straight, also began to stoop.

A 66-year-old with heart disease, standing on the sidelines for most of the game was not easy.

The Manchester United fans in the stands were restless, Ferguson turned back just in time to see Manchester United launching a counterattack.

Cristiano took the ball on the right flank, breaking through, De Jong followed Cristiano to the right, running with the ball, Cristiano pulled the ball back with his right foot, and sent a cross to the center, where Carrick rushed forward and fired the ball into the net from afar!

Ferguson straightened his back and rushed to the side, swinging his fist and shouting to the players, "Don’t fucking celebrate; it’s not the time! Hurry back to midfield and kick off, we need to tie the score!!!"

"4:3, with Manchester United pulling one back just before entering stoppage time."

"Hehe, the suspense is back, Manchester United are the top team in Europe for scoring in the last 30 minutes; there should be several minutes of stoppage time in the second half, and they definitely have the ability to score another goal."

"Both teams’ substitutes are warming up, each left with one final substitution. Ferguson wants to boost the attack, Capello is likely trying to waste time, the same actions with different tactical meanings, football is not only a game between the players but also a duel between coaches."

"When Guti walked slowly towards the sidelines, it drew protests from the Manchester United players; hehe, is Robinho about to play the role of his national team senior, Denilson?"

The commentator, having seen many games, could easily guess the coaches’ tactical intentions.

After all, it’s simple: if you’re leading, you strengthen defense and waste time; if you’re behind, you try to find opportunities to score.

No coach, no matter how outstanding, could have other arrangements.

Ferguson described his first time seeing Giggs like this: That kid was like a hound chasing tinfoil in the wind.

Ferguson’s old hound roared and rushed Guti to the sidelines, only after Guti and Robinho high-fived did he leave the pitch.

After the ball was put back in play, Raul quickly passed it back.

Gago passed the ball back and forth with De Jong in the backfield.

Rooney and Cristiano, the two youngsters, chased after the ball, while Giggs could no longer keep up.

Facing Rooney’s pressing, Gago quickly passed it back.

Pepe received the pass and tapped it to the side, then Marcelo hit under the ball with his left foot, angling it to the right flank.

Robinho chested the ball down to his feet.

Scholes charged at Robinho, who lifted his right foot and rapidly flicked it left and right over the ball.

His moves were even subtler than Ronaldo’s.

As Robinho lifted his foot a third time above the ball to feign moves, Scholes lunged for the ball, but Robinho tapped it behind with his descending right foot.

Whack—

The ball went between Scholes’s legs, and Robinho sped forward along the right touchline with the ball.

The ball was so close to the line that it would go out if anyone touched it.

"Damn, stop wasting time!"

"You sneaky little man, don’t think of stealing our victory!"

"You’re done for, I’ve got you remembered!"

"Dirty guy, is this the only way you guys can win?"

The nearby Manchester United fans started hurling abuses continuously.

Robinho still resolutely carried the ball to the endline as Ferdinand chased him to the corner flag area without finding a chance to tackle.

The two tangled in the corner flag area.

Robinho, with his back to Ferdinand, shielded the ball with his body as an exasperated Ferdinand kicked the ball out of play.

"Robinho still wasting time with a throw-in, the referee Vander immediately showed a yellow card. Robinho threw the ball to Raul, oh—too weak, Carrick intercepted with a stretch of his leg, Manchester United on the counter!!!"

"Scholes, without moving forward, just boots a long pass to the right, Pepe leaps for it, collides with De Jong, and Ronaldo in the air, but the ball is headed over to Marcelo. The referee doesn’t blow the whistle, Marcelo sends a flick to Huang Kaiwen!"

Rooney, called back to support the attack, charged at Huang Kaiwen like crazy; Kaiwen, with his back to the goal, lifted his foot to control the ball then quickly turned and pushed it forward, sprinting past the midfield line.

The ferocious Rooney softened and knelt behind the midfield line.

He had run too much today, his stamina was failing.

Scholes, with no reservations, charged toward the left flank, a studs-showing tackle—a clear red card offense.

But Scholes didn’t care, he just wanted to stop Huang Kaiwen.

Kaiwen quickly passed it sideways to Gago and sped past Scholes’s legs towards the penalty area.

Whack—

Gago, looking uncannily like Redondo in both appearance and style, flicked a right-footed pass straight to the left side of Manchester United’s penalty area.

The Manchester United players were of one mind; they prepared to wait in the penalty area for Huang Kaiwen.

Ferdinand, Vidic, and O’Shea all charged to the left side, leaving the entire right side to teammates retreating to the penalty area.

Seeing Ferdinand stretch his leg, Huang Kaiwen extended his right foot, flicked the ball with the inside of his foot toward the small area.

As the ball fell, an adjusted Huang Kaiwen again poked it with his right foot; the ball swiftly went between Vidic’s legs toward the left post.

Kaiwen suddenly sped into the small penalty area on the left, reached the ball first with his right foot, knocked the ball backward with his heel, twisted his left foot outwards, the ball bounced off the inside of his foot, vaulted over Van der Sar’s outstretched leg on the ground, and rolled in front of the goal, where an unguarded Raul, with a simple inside-of-the-left-foot touch, pushed the ball into the open net.

"Kevin!!!"

"I’ve lost count of how many people he has dribbled past today!!!"

"That’s a classic Kevin assist, when he could have shot himself, he still unselfishly passed it to a teammate."

"The referee blew the final whistle, Raul excitedly embraced Kevin. He truly had reasons to be grateful to Kevin; Real Madrid’s recent performances in the UEFA Champions League have been worsening, but this year they’ve become the champions. Was it Capello or the other new signings who did this? No, it wasn’t! It was because of Kevin!!!"

"Kevin nearly single-handedly won the UEFA Champions League!"

"Three years atop Europe proves Kevin is the real winner; teammates and coaches are just the lucky ones chosen by God to lift the trophy with him!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo is weeping on the turf, this is another final lost since the 2004 European Cup."

"Watching him play today, I feel this young man has a promising future. But whether it’s him or Barca’s Messi, the path to glory is fraught with thorns; even this year’s Kaka couldn’t lead Milan to defeat Kevin and his teammates. For young players wanting to claim glory, there’s just one secret—become Kevin’s teammate!!!"