"In this attack, the role of the other Milan players is almost zero, no, Ibrahimović’s positioning did play a role. So the teammates’ role is to be responsible for positioning on the pitch, while Kevin can handle everything else."

"Today Kevin is responsible for defense, but they didn’t have much presence in the attack. I know Inter Milan’s defense is good, but when Kevin went on the offense, the result was evident. Kevin has already proven with his performance on the field; he stands as the best defensive player in the backfield, but as soon as he goes forward, he can immediately score."

"Perhaps studying how Kevin scores is less interesting than studying what Guardiola is doing on the sidelines, after all, scoring for Kevin is something he does several times in every match!"

Milan players have already rushed toward Huang Kaiwen for a wild celebration.

Rizzoli glanced at the time, with only a few seconds left, and simply blew the halftime whistle.

In these few seconds, it was impossible for Inter Milan to score, and restarting play would just waste more time.

Buffon hurriedly approached, stood beside Ramos, and said with a smile: "I knew you could score, today would be another easy game."

"Don’t say that, this is the Milan Derby."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

There can be no relaxation in a derby battle.

If you’re not careful, you might concede a goal.

Buffon retorted: "But Inter Milan has never beaten you."

"Yes, and each time, they lose miserably." Ramos supplemented.

Buffon gave Ramos a thumbs up.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and shook his head.

His teammates have more confidence in him than he does himself.

Although he was very satisfied with the result.

Guardiola still quickly stuffed things into his pocket.

He took a towel and water bottle from Clemente and moved forward.

Clemente watched, lost in thought, at Guardiola’s stuffed suit pant pockets.

He didn’t know what Guardiola was doing with that stuff, but he felt it was crucial.

If there was an opportunity, he must get it to study.

Huang Kaiwen returned to the locker room with his teammates.

Being able to enter halftime with a two-goal lead left them satisfied.

"Do you want to invest a little? I can give you titles or make you ministers or something."

Inzaghi was still fervently marketing his Holy Roman Empire.

Unfortunately, the Milan players weren’t interested.

A country with only two people was already quite unreliable.

Those two people are both emperors, Inzaghi and Cassano.

That made it even more unreliable.

Especially these Italian players, they know these two too well, even with high player income, no one wants to let their tens or hundreds of thousands of savings go down the drain.

"Kevin..."

Inzaghi suddenly lunged at Huang Kaiwen’s leg.

He knows that if Huang Kaiwen invests, his teammates will definitely follow.

"Don’t even think about it."

Huang Kaiwen responded.

He doesn’t want to add a job experience like a Holy Roman Empire tax officer to his resume.

"Hey, we’re good brothers!"

Inzaghi said discontentedly.

Huang Kaiwen looked up and pointed at Guardiola: "If you can persuade the coach to invest, I’ll join in."

"Yes, go to the coach; he earned a lot when he played and still coaches after retiring."

Gattuso encouraged with a smile.

He wanted to see Inzaghi make a fool of himself.

Inzaghi really turned to go toward Guardiola.

Guardiola smiled and said: "Sorry, Your Majesty the Emperor, I’m not a big fan of the feudal monarchy system. If you switch to the Holy Roman Republic, I might consider investing."

Inzaghi was speechless.

His emperor addiction hasn’t been satiated.

Who the hell wants a republic?

Guardiola clapped his hands, attracting the players’ attention, then said: "I’m satisfied with the score on the field, but I am not very satisfied with your performance on the pitch. Many players haven’t shown what they should in the attack. I know Kevin is a key player, but don’t let the team become Kevin’s alone; no one should bear that much responsibility."

After finishing, Guardiola left the locker room.

He wants to sneak a study of the artifact in his pocket in the restroom.

Toni Kroos bowed his head, feeling Guardiola was talking about him.

Huang Kaiwen patted Kroos on the shoulder and said: "In the second half, move forward more, that’ll fix it."

Kroos is not the same type of player as Pirlo.

Pirlo is a genuine deep-lying playmaker.

Despite Pirlo’s background as an attacking midfielder, he prefers passing over handling himself when given the chance.

Kroos’s position is higher than Pirlo’s, and Kroos advances more frequently; he likes to operate near the penalty area, which is why he scores so many powerful goals.

If you force Kroos to adopt another player’s playing style, it’ll naturally feel uncomfortable.

Though Kroos has good long-passing ability, his sense of positioning doesn’t quite measure up to Pirlo.

Certainly, forcing Kroos to play as a single pivot in some games won’t yield effective outcomes.

"Is that okay, will the coach agree?"

Kroos asked worriedly.

"Don’t worry, kid."

Gattuso’s big hand heavily clapped on Kroos’s shoulder and said: "From my many years playing at Milan, coaches have no objections when Kevin adjusts things on the field, and Kevin is part of the coaching staff."

"Alright then!"

Kroos nodded and said.