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After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

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37: 0037 Dancing the Waltz in Barça Penalty Area (Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Monthly Tickets)

Puyol quickly rushed up to defend Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen again nudged the ball, attempting to get past from the side, but Puyol didn’t make a move.

When Huang Kaiwen tried to dribble again, Puyol finally extended his foot, but Huang Kaiwen immediately pulled back, using a step on the ball to drag it towards the baseline.

As Puyol chased after him, Huang Kaiwen performed a nutmeg, sending the ball through Puyol’s legs, and he himself dashed past Puyol.

“Beautiful!!!”

“Huang Kaiwen got past two Barça defenders in a row.”

Valdes stood by the near post, on high alert.

Huang Kaiwen felt the angle was ordinary and opted for a back pass with a reverse triangle.

Kaka, who had rushed up to the edge of the penalty box, followed through with a long-range shot that sent the ball into the unguarded goal.

Boom—

“Kaka!”

The atmosphere at San Siro Stadium was scorching hot; the temperature in the air seemed to rise a few degrees.

In the stands, Caroline bounced up and down with cheers.

Ancelotti twisted his body, his smile growing even brighter.

And Rijkaard, with his curly hair, was so engrossed in rubbing his chin he almost ground out dirt.

Today, Milan’s counterattacks were fierce.

In the past, Milan relied more on the central path, mainly involving Kaka and Shevchenko dribbling the ball up front.

Now with Huang Kaiwen added, Milan could also play from the wings.

He and Cafu together were truly more than the sum of their parts, and the mere presence of Huang Kaiwen caused frustration for Barça.

Rijkaard saw in Huang Kaiwen the shadow of former Barça captain Luis Figo.

Absolute speed was not fast, yet he had excellent control over rhythm changes, could deliver crosses or cut inside, and possessed a strong capacity for organization.

If such a player were in Barcelona, Rijkaard would definitely place him in the middle.

But in the opponent’s team, he was a headache.

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The Milan left flank was not to be underestimated either; Maldini was solid in both defense and attack, and though Gattuso was a bit rough, he had great stamina.

With such an addition, Milan’s attack now fully extended to the left, center, and right, no longer focusing solely on the central path.

In the back, Pirlo’s long passes added depth to Milan’s offense, making it three-dimensional both on the ground and in the air.

Even Rijkaard felt that this Milan side was overpoweringly strong.

His own team still held the advantage without scoring, controlling the ball more than Milan, but even with Ronaldinho in the front, there weren’t many viable strategies.

Ronaldinho today still flaunted his fancy techniques.

But facing his Brazilian compatriot Cafu and Stam on this side, there was hardly any chance for him to get the ball into the penalty area.

In the 41st minute, an impatient Ronaldinho chose to take a long shot that was easily handled by Dida.

The Milan fans in the stands burst into excited singing of their team’s anthem.

“Milan, Milan, we pledge to support you, Milan, Milan, for you alone…”

Back when Huang Kaiwen made his debut at San Siro, he sung it 12 times in a row, a veritable singing idol among the players.

Taking advantage of a pause in play, he even stood by the sidelines and sang loudly with the fans in the stands, amusing and baffling players from both sides.

The whistle for halftime sounded.

The Milan players walked towards the tunnel, chatting and laughing with each other.

“Pass the ball to me more!!!”

Inzaghi walked in front of Kaka and Huang Kaiwen, walking backward as he started nagging.

“Hmm, okay.”

“Don’t worry.”

They both promised quickly.

Once Inzaghi had run on, Huang Kaiwen made a face behind his back.

“Filippo drones on too much.”

Kaka also complained.

After returning to the locker room and having something to eat, Huang Kaiwen and Kaka sat chatting on the side.

“Barça really stinks today.”

“Because they’re not at full strength yet,” Huang Kaiwen said with implied depth.

Iniesta and Messi are still substitutes; Bu, the invisible man, hasn’t been promoted to the first team; Piqué has already departed for Manchester.

Don’t even mention the dream trio; the dream duo hasn’t even fully gelled yet.

Once Rijkaard’s short-lived dream duo dynasty collapses, and that bald guy takes over Barça, the football world will tremble.

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