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

Casillas slapped his gloves together, making a smacking sound, and yelled, ”Can’t you guys pay attention? With so many people in front of the box, how could you still let him enter the area and make a pass?”

”What could we have done about it? There were other players, too; we couldn’t just abandon the ones in the center, could we?”

Pepe said unhappily.

”Forget it, forget it, it’s all my fault.”

Marcelo wrapped his arm around Pepe’s shoulder, as if to prevent Pepe from throwing a combo at Casillas.

During his time as a substitute, he was not only impressed by Kevin’s abilities but also by Pepe’s combativeness.

If a fight broke out, Diego Lopez would have to warm up and get on the pitch.

”Pull yourselves together, dammit.”

Ramos shouted, ”Kevin’s two goals have put us ahead; we need to step up our game so we don’t let Kevin down!”

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Casillas kicked off to Ramos.

As Ramos received the ball, he immediately looked up, saw Kevin closely guarded, and sent a cross to Guti’s feet.

Guti dribbled to the center line, encountering pressure from Seedorf, quickly twisted his body, and passed the ball to Raul.

Raul turned with the ball and, in front of Pirlo, passed it to the left.

As he charged forward, Raul noticed Kevin dribbling diagonally and willingly vacated his spot to move left to receive the ball.

Odo didn’t dare to press recklessly. In front of the box, he waited for Kevin to approach and joined his teammates in defense.

In motion, Kevin nudged the ball with his left foot to his right, and with the outside of his right foot, he easily changed direction in front of Odo toward the center.

Odo quickly turned and chased toward the center.

If he was a bit slower, he would be left a body’s length behind.

Kevin knocked the ball with his right foot, positioned himself at the left of the arc top, then swung his right leg fiercely to hit the back of the ball.

Bang—

Like a long bow shooting a wild goose, the air tore with a wail.

Odo, sliding to tackle, watched the ball fly past his feet into the box, skimming past Nesta’s side with a fierce spin, aiming inside the right post.

Dida leaped instantly, stretching out his arm, but the ball still jumped over his palm and burrowed firmly into the net.

In the stands at San Siro, the visiting fans.

Their jumping white was particularly eye-catching.

And the home fans, Rossoneri, looking at Kevin’s bowed head as he walked back, didn’t know what to say.

The continuous drizzle was like their heart’s tears.

Washing away the sorrow of San Siro Stadium.

They had guessed the beginning but not the ending.

Indeed, Kevin had achieved a hat trick before the first half was over.

But now Milan was two goals behind.

From what they knew about Kevin, today’s match was likely to end with a large score difference.

The Real Madrid fans, sensing the moment, also stopped celebrating and regained their composure.

They might not care about the Rossoneri, but they should consider the feelings of their team’s core player.

The cartoon in ”Milan Sports Newspaper” didn’t get it wrong; with his stealthy outfit at Calderon, he had stolen the jewel of Milan City, single-handedly suppressing the AC Milan team that had won the UEFA Champions League for two consecutive years!

”Kevin!!!”

”Scored!!!”

”In the 47th minute of the first half, Kevin scored with a long-range shot, breaking his former team AC Milan’s goal at San Siro Stadium and performing a hat trick.”

”It really seems like as long as there’s a slight angle, he dares to shoot, and when he shoots, he really scores. What can the defenders do? This is a routine set-play, nothing much happened, and Kevin scored with a long shot; perhaps it’s true that aside from injuries, no one can stop Kevin.”

[Kevin this asshole] in the chat.

”Huan was right, Kevin the asshole is really not human.”

”I think that’s about enough, right? He ought to give AC Milan some face; there are so many former teammates after all.”

”After today, Kevin probably won’t dare visit AC Milan for treatment anymore, or the team doctors might just give him a shot that ruins him.”

”Did you type that with your toes? Anyone with a primary education wouldn’t talk like this! Dammit, Barbara is the president of Milan; even if Kevin the asshole scores ten goals today, the Milan team doctors wouldn’t dare touch him.”

”That’s the truth. I don’t know how Barbara fell head over heels for Kevin the asshole. I’ve seen her flying to Madrid to visit that asshole no less than 20 times in the newspapers, so busy yet still flying over there for no reason.”