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

Aside from the Milan giants, it’s rare to see such a luxurious bench.”

“That’s very true…

The ball has moved to the front, with Veron making a through pass, and Adriano receives the ball.”

“Ah, that long shot is a bit outrageous.

Even if Dida doesn’t move, there’s no threat at all.”

“Adriano’s shot at the start today does seem a bit out of his league.

Hopefully, he can slowly find his form,”

Ancelotti, holding a stopwatch, didn’t care at all about the other team’s offense.

His eyes were still on Huang Kaiwen.

Every time he let Huang Kaiwen play, he would be timing it.

Ancelotti had also noticed a pattern.

As long as Huang Kaiwen could last five minutes, the likelihood of him getting injured in that match was very low.

Therefore, the first few minutes of the game were the most frightening for him.

After a struggle in the midfield, Huang Kaiwen received the ball again.

Huang Kaiwen immediately knocked the ball behind Belozoglu and with a burst of acceleration, he forcefully broke through.

The Milan fans in the stands shouted frantically.

Meanwhile, in front of the Inter coaching area, Mancini’s face grew darker and darker.

He had watched Milan play against Barça in the UEFA Champions League and thought that Rijkaard saying Huang Kaiwen was unpredictable after the match was just an excuse for Barça not being well-prepared for Huang Kaiwen.

But seeing him today, it definitely wasn’t empty talk.

Last match, Huang Kaiwen was using rhythm change to dribble past opponents; how come today he started using speed to overpower them?

This time, when reaching the front, as Cambiasso did not come over, Huang Kaiwen directly faced Favalli on a diagonal run into the penalty area.

Ancelotti on the sideline was extremely nervous.

If he’s not in good condition, he shouldn’t push himself like this.

After entering the penalty area, Huang Kaiwen made a direct pass to Crespo.

Crespo, marked by Materazzi, couldn’t turn around, so he chose to pass back to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen received the ball at the edge of the penalty area and saw that no one was defending him.

He nudged the ball slightly and wound up his right foot to shoot.

Boom—

The shot was very sudden; the focus of the Inter players had been attracted by Crespo and Shevchenko in the penalty area.

By the time they thought to react, it was already too late.

One step slow, and every step was slow.

Inter goalkeeper Fontana leapt into the air and became mere backdrop, his eyes widening as he watched the ball fly past him into the goal.

“Goooooooooooooooooooooooal!”

“Goooooooooooooooooooooooal!”

“Goooooooooooooooooooooooal!”

“Kevin scores with a long shot, giving Milan the lead—what a way to strike back at Inter Milan.”

“His goal-scoring efficiency is so high.

I can somewhat understand Inter’s approach.

Kevin like this is an opponent no one wants to face.”

Kaka and Shevchenko ran up from both sides, hugging Huang Kaiwen as they made their way towards the stands below.

Crespo stood still, realizing he was a bit surplus to requirements.

The three players shouted towards the stands with raised arms, exciting the Milan fans once again.

“Kevin!!!”

“Kevin!!!”

“Kevin!!!”

Many female fans wished they could lick the screen; the team was truly handsome.

Ancelotti glanced down at the watch, six and a half minutes, and he was as joyful as a 180-pound kid.