After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 944 - 0319 Bernabeu, your Emperor is back (please subscribe)

The Chelsea players stood aside, waiting for Huang Kaiwen to finish changing before heading out together.

Squeak—

After adjusting his shoelaces, Huang Kaiwen tugged at his shorts, the fit was just right.

"Let’s go."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"Wait, Kevin, you forgot something."

Terry said.

He walked up to Huang Kaiwen with a smile, helping him fasten the armband on his left arm, patting Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder and said: "Let’s go, captain."

"Thanks, John."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

Terry said with a smile: "It’s what everyone thinks."

Squeak—

Huang Kaiwen pushed open the door; the home team’s locker room door also opened.

Real Madrid players were getting ready for warm-ups.

Huang Kaiwen decided to let his teammates go ahead so he could greet his old friends.

"Meeting again."

Raul said seriously: "Next up, we’re opponents."

"Good luck, old man."

Huang Kaiwen nodded with a smile.

"Hey, Kevin."

Sneijder nodded and said.

"Good luck, Wesley."

Huang Kaiwen patted Sneijder on the shoulder and said.

"Welcome back."

Pepe grinned.

Huang Kaiwen similarly patted Pepe’s shoulder.

"Good luck, Xavi."

Huang Kaiwen proactively greeted Alonso.

Even if they weren’t former teammates, there’s no need for different treatment.

The whole football world must feel the warmth of the Yellow Ball King.

Alonso paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded at Huang Kaiwen.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen always brought back memories of those two penalty saves from that night.

"Long time no see."

Casillas said.

"Long time no see, Igor. How’s Puyol?"

Huang Kaiwen raised an eyebrow and asked.

Casillas looked at Huang Kaiwen speechlessly, why always such questions.

"We spoke on the phone earlier; he said Barca is doing well now."

Casillas still answered Huang Kaiwen’s question.

"Alright, don’t get upset if I score."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, withdrawing his hand.

"I’ll do my best not to let you score."

Casillas said.

Ronaldo walked out of the locker room, his expression somewhat unnatural.

The media had made too many comparisons between him and Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen proactively wrapped an arm around Ronaldo’s shoulder and said: "Good luck."

"Ah, ah, okay!"

Ronaldo nodded and said.

Huang Kaiwen put his arm around Ronaldo as they walked out, saying: "Don’t mind those things, you are not me, nor the Brazilian Ronaldo; you are an outstanding player yourself, don’t stress yourself out over football politics. Mr. Franco’s actions were unfair to you; enduring the pressure already shows you are better than many."

"But we are opponents."

Ronaldo stopped and asked: "Doesn’t the AS Newspaper say I’m a substitute for you every day? Don’t you hope I perform poorly?"

"There’s no grudge between us."

Huang Kaiwen continued walking out, without looking back raised his left arm and waved: "I never care how well others play, anyway, no one plays better than me."

Ronaldo watched as Huang Kaiwen stepped out of the player pathway in astonishment.

Such a boastful thing to say!

But it sounds impressive!

"Kevin!"

Ronaldo shouted.

Huang Kaiwen, about to step out of the player tunnel, stopped and looked back at Ronaldo and asked: "What’s up?"

"Do you often watch my highlights?" Ronaldo asked: "Otherwise, how do you always see through my moves."

Huang Kaiwen:...

"Just think of it that way."

Huang Kaiwen said helplessly.

Can’t really explain it was learned from Piqué.

Ronaldo nodded, confirming it was as he thought.

Roar—

As Huang Kaiwen stepped the last step.

The Bernabéu Stadium, waited for so long, finally erupted.

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

The noise at the venue instantly exceeded 140 decibels of airplane takeoff and landing, continuing to rise.

The official match hasn’t started, but the atmosphere has already reached a peak.

After entering, Huang Kaiwen applauded the surrounding stands.

Even though it’s an away UEFA Champions League game, he has to thank the support from home fans.

"Ah ah ah, Kevin!!!"

Rachel Hayward screamed along.

Her father is a Chelsea fan.

She’s not that into football.

Until Huang Kaiwen transferred to Chelsea, she inherited the family tradition of supporting the team.

She’s not a shallow person.

Mainly, she was attracted by Kevin’s passion for charity and his religious devotion.

She has only acted in "Peter Pan" and "Perfume" movies, but they have good reviews.

Rachel thinks once she gets more famous, she can visit the Chelsea Club like other stars do.

Then she can take a picture with Kevin. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Raul looked gloomily at the loud cheering guest fans stand.

The children’s mom, with two kids, jumped and cheered. Even more passionate than fans from London, people might think they’re from the Empire on which the sun never sets, with over 100 servants at home.

Even family supports the opponent, how to win such a game?

The Prince of Bernabéu is still just a prince after all.

Raul understood Juan Carlos I a bit now.

When you have many kids, you can always find one that supports you.

Nadal and Inzaghi sat together in the box.

Nadal asked fluently with a Milan accent: "Shouldn’t you be playing during the season? Why did you invite me to Bernabéu to watch the game?"

"I want to give the young ones a chance."

Inzaghi stubbornly said.

Recently Ancelotti often played a single striker.

Even Torres and Ibrahimovic had to compete for jobs; opportunities for these veterans were scarce.

"Alright, that’s not bad; today is destined to be a great match."

Nadal said with a smile.