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

”Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka!!!”

”Kaka Goal!”

”A header.”

”Kaka seldom scores with his head.”

”Except for that assist from Gattuso on his debut, he probably hasn’t scored another.”

Crudeli excitedly started running around the broadcasting room again.

”17 minutes, 2:0!”

”Liverpool is now on the brink of a cliff.”

”No team can stop the cooperation between Kevin and Kaka.”

”So what if today’s locals support Liverpool?”

”So what?!!!”

With my faith entrusted to the sky, I open my arms and look up, in gratitude for the blessings from above.

Once Kaka’s signature move was deployed,

the effect was significant.

If this were anywhere else in Europe,

it would be enough to make the girls in the stands cross their legs.

Ataturk Stadium is clearly not Jesus’s home ground.

Kaka’s signature celebration,

in the eyes of the locals, was full of provocation.

”Boo!”

”Boo!”

”Boo!”

So they were even more agitated than the Liverpool fans.

Stretching their necks,

their faces twisted with rage.

Swearing things incomprehensible to some.

Huang Kaiwen ran up to hug Kaka’s shoulders.

Then he gestured towards the stands,

attracting even louder boos and curses.

”Huang Kaiwen, haha.”

”Young people have such character.”

”Provoking local fans in Istanbul is obviously not a wise move.”

”Manchester United got beat up here playing in the UEFA Champions League. Leeds United fans even stained this land with their blood. Once the Turkish fans lose control, the match could spiral in a direction no one wants to see.”

Zhang shook his head.

Huang Jianxiang retorted, ”I think it’s refreshing. ’No young man worth his salt is entirely good,’ right? Since they all support Liverpool, what’s the use in trying to please them?”

...

”Can I score one, too?”

As they were walking back, Inzaghi squeezed between Kaka and Huang Kaiwen.

”No one’s stopping you from scoring,” Huang Kaiwen said to Inzaghi, puzzled.

”Buddy,” Inzaghi said, draping his arms around their shoulders, ”if you pass the ball to me, I’ll score.”

”The last one was for you, but you just didn’t get a touch on it,”

Huang Kaiwen said with a laugh.

Kaka gave a thumbs up, ”The pass was good, I haven’t scored a header in a long time.”

”That’s really something,”

Huang Kaiwen looked curiously at Kaka and asked, ”Ricardo, when was the last time you scored a header?”

”When I first came to Milan,”

Kaka said with an embarrassed smile, ”but I did score a few back in Sao Paulo.”

His heading and jumping were quite average,

and he didn’t like to head the ball goalwards.

Even with high balls, he usually preferred to chest it down and then take a shot.

Some technically skilled players have this tendency.

...

Liverpool restarted the game.

Huang Kaiwen still faced boos as he pressed on.

The ball quickly got to Xabi Alonso’s feet.

Xabi Alonso was an outstanding player,

skilled in both attack and defense, with decent playmaking abilities.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t chase too far forward.

Alonso made a long pass to Kewell, who was instantly dispossessed by Pirlo after trapping and turning.

Gattuso swiftly passed to Maldini.

Noticing Cafu had charged upfield,

Maldini quickly sent a long ball to the right flank.

”Stick with him, stay close!”

Benitez yelled from the sideline.

Riise immediately closed in on Huang Kaiwen.

Cafu, seeing his chance with the ball, prepared to slip by the flank,

as Riise could not ignore what was right in front of him.

But no sooner had he moved closer to Cafu, that the Brazilian tapped the ball to Huang Kaiwen.

”Kevin’s got the ball on the right.”

”You can tell Ancelotti has given him a lot of freedom; today he’s frequently switching sides to disrupt Liverpool’s defense,”

”Now, how will he choose to take on his man?”

Seeing Traoré rushing towards him, Huang Kaiwen quickly pulled off a feint and sent a 45-degree cross deep into the box.

Shevchenko nearly started his run at the same time as Carragher.

Both men sprinted into the box.

Carragher appeared to be the taller,

but Shevchenko didn’t lose his balance.

As the ball dropped,

Sheva poked at it first,

Carragher quickly got a foot in, and the ball bounced back toward the goal at even greater speed.

Dudek powered his legs to leap backward,

and with a look-back to the moon, barely managed to deflect the ball past the post.

Are you kidding me?

Huang Kaiwen, who had run near the box, witnessed the whole process.

Indeed, classic Carragher behavior.

This guy’s own goals for Liverpool are outnumbered only by Henry.

I remember watching him score twice into his own net in the Northwest Derby,

helping Manchester United defeat Liverpool.