After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 674 - 0260 Front Waist Shovel Pass Not Good Is Quite Normal (Please Subscribe)_4

"Ancelotti recently said in an interview with the Milan Sports Newspaper," he said. "He wanted to train Kevin into the world’s number one soccer star, but didn’t expect to be elevated to the position of the world’s best coach by Kevin. I don’t know why he thinks he’s qualified to train Kevin, Ancelotti did quite well during his playing and coaching days, but comparing his understanding of soccer to Kevin’s is in itself a fallacy, as laughable as comparing the military acumen of a peasant from Gaul to Caesar the Great!"

...

Raul quickly ran to Huang Kaiwen’s side and hugged him.

Real Madrid’s players celebrated the goal in front of Sevilla’s penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen’s hat-trick essentially secured the UEFA Super Cup victory for Real Madrid.

"Quintuple champions!" "Quintuple champions!"

"Quintuple champions!"

The fans in the front row energetically shook the foam board trophies they held up, chanting the new slogan.

The Stade Louis II had become an ocean of joy, with the Meringues eagerly hoping the match would end sooner.

[That’s how Huang Kaiwen rolls.]

"What was said before, today is another day to watch Huang Kaiwen show off."

"Ah, there’s nothing we can do, wasn’t Sevilla playing pretty well in the beginning? How did they get suppressed by Real Madrid again?"

"Sevilla did play well, the key is that Huang Kaiwen is just too sneaky with his movements!"

"Indeed, Huang Kaiwen not moving much today actually makes him harder to guard. Defenders need to be ready for him to suddenly start moving, and if you’re not careful, Huang Kaiwen breaks away to receive the ball—this constant tension is more exhausting than running after him all the time."

"Don’t you think Huang Kaiwen played like Beba today?"

"Kind of, but Huang Kaiwen looks a bit more handsome than Beba, and considering Beba is also going bald, the two are incomparable."

"Fuck, I’ve figured it out! Huang Kaiwen must have mastered a new move."

"What move? You’re talking in circles. If you’re going to say something, make it clear."

"Huang Kaiwen must think he’s faked injuries too much, always coming back for important matches makes it easy to get caught, so now he’s come up with a new plan—to stroll around on the pitch."

"Fuck, you might be onto something. Despite European media preaching about how disciplined Huang Kaiwen is, something about it doesn’t sit right with me. If he were that hardworking, why would he be gaming online all the time?"

"I also think that Huang Kaiwen relies on his natural talent; it’s just that his athletic talent is so great, that’s why he plays so well."

"Damn, having talent really is something!"

Jesús Navas watched Huang Kaiwen being surrounded by his teammates, without a shred of desire to compare himself.

As a supreme talent, he debuted for the Sevilla first team at the age of 18, while Huang Kaiwen started his professional career at 22.

Navas was exactly 22 years old now.

Yet, comparing his current self to Huang Kaiwen’s first year at Milan, Navas felt it was like comparing a youth team player to a superstar like Zidane.

Even the technical skills he was most proud of were no match for Huang Kaiwen.

Decades of hard graft could not compare to another’s couple of years of effort made Navas feel a sense of defeat.

Already psychologically fragile, Navas had struggled for a while before recently adjusting his mindset.

In every sport, there are always one or two exceptionally talented players, and Navas decided to give up comparing himself with them, choosing instead to compete with other young players.

"When you’re defending, use your body a bit more."

Alves said.

"Ah, me?"

Navas asked.

"Yes, that guy’s physicality is average, so if we use our bodies, we can definitely stop him."

Alves turned his head to look at Huang Kaiwen as he spoke.

"But the coach told me to attack more."

Navas said hesitantly.

"Less conceding equals attacking, do you understand?!"

Alves yelled, his neck stretched.

Both teams’ players looked over.

Navas quickly nodded, feeling that Alves was unusually emotional today. As someone who suffered from homesickness, he could empathize with teammates who were mentally or emotionally troubled.

With Alves behaving this way, it was best to just go along with him.

Sevilla restarted play, and Navas remembered Alves’s words. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

On the right flank, as he pushed forward and received the ball, he encountered a challenge from De Jong. After a lateral pass to the middle, Navas immediately ran back.

Reaching the halfway line, he saw Huang Kaiwen lurking near their penalty area, which put Navas in a dilemma.

Even with aggressive defense, he couldn’t retreat to the penalty area.

Moreover, he was somewhat suspicious that Alves was tricking him into covering for him. Otherwise, why would Alves have ventured forward into the attack?

Standing near the halfway line, Navas was in a quandary.

Sevilla’s attack came to nothing. Pepe intercepted successfully and promptly lofted a long ball forward.

Guti chested the ball down and turned, only to be knocked over by Boulahrouz.

"A free kick just before the halfway line—that’s quite a distance. Neither Guti nor Huang Kaiwen are known for this, but if Carlos were still here, it might be worth a try."

"Guti! Take the free kick quickly. So sudden—Huang Kaiwen breaks out from the defensive line, receives the ball, turns, and volleys!!! It’s in!!!"

"That was a great pass and a fantastic shot. Huang Kaiwen’s skills are truly impressive. The instant he started, received the ball, and turned for the volley, it was like flowing clouds and water, giving the defenders no time to react. Many players could make the run, but they wouldn’t have such exquisite control and shooting skills."

"Yes, Huang Kaiwen hasn’t moved much today, but when he does, it’s deadly. We can now congratulate Real Madrid in advance for winning the 2006-2007 UEFA Super Cup. They are the unprecedented five-title champions, and if they clinch the Club World Cup, Real Madrid will set a record that will be hard to surpass."

"Higuain is up warming up. Capello is preparing to substitute Huang Kaiwen. Sevilla restarts and loses possession right away. Huang Kaiwen receives De Jong’s pass and runs forward, Alves slides in from behind!!!"

"Huang Kaiwen is rolling on the ground, clutching his calf. He must be injured!"

Capello cried out in anguish, "Team Doctor, Team Doctor!!!"

Real Madrid’s team doctor arrived on the scene very quickly. They didn’t perform any on-site inspection but rushed onto the field immediately and carried Huang Kaiwen off the pitch.

The level of medical expertise wasn’t important; what mattered was being aware of one’s limits.

Since Huang Kaiwen didn’t need their examination, they quickly got him off to the side of the pitch.

Capello rushed over and asked, "Kevin, how do you feel?"

"Not too good."

Huang Kaiwen said with a forced smile.

He knew his own body best, and he knew he was definitely injured this time.

"Robert, you take Kevin to the airport and go with him to Milan for treatment. I don’t trust these guys," Capello said, pointing at Real Madrid’s medical team.

Galbiati nodded and, guarding the stretcher, left the scene.

Once they were out of the stadium, he instructed the medical team to place Huang Kaiwen in the hotel’s car and wait; he needed to go back to the hotel for some documents.

To avoid waiting for the elevator, Galbiati even ran upstairs.

After retrieving his things, he arrived just as the elevator was preparing to go down.

Otherwise, he was ready to mimic one of Jack Chen’s movie stunts, crossing the stairwell with a hand on the railing for a quick descent.

Even using the fastest speed, there was some delay.

A sweaty Galbiati got into the car and found the radio broadcasting the post-match conference.

That very familiar voice came through.

On the radio, Capello was saying, "Wesley isn’t a bad person. He’s just a technical player, and it’s normal for an attacking midfielder not to be good at tackles..."