"Yes, and AC Milan has also reached the finals in the Coppa Italia, Guardiola hopes to make up for the regret of not winning the treble before."

A few minutes later, there was a throw-in.

Huang Kaiwen and Guardiola came to the sideline together.

After a high-five with Ambrosini, Huang Kaiwen wore the captain’s armband on his arm.

Huang Kaiwen bent down to touch the turf and then jogged onto the field.

"Did you see my goal? Wasn’t it awesome!"

Inzaghi shouted to Huang Kaiwen, like a child holding a small red flower waiting for praise from a parent.

"Awesome!"

Huang Kaiwen gave a thumbs up and said.

His tone carried a bit of sincerity.

Inzaghi’s previous goal was indeed beautiful, and the final dribble past the goalkeeper was handled very well.

Even if he were in that position, he couldn’t have done it better.

Hearing Huang Kaiwen’s words, Inzaghi ran forward contentedly.

After playing for so long, his stamina couldn’t support another long-distance run.

So Inzaghi decided to look for opportunities near the penalty area, as carrying the ball could be left to Huang Kaiwen.

Zambrotta threw an out-ball from the backfield, Van Bommel immediately chipped it towards the center circle.

Playing as an attacking midfielder today, Rakitic executed a backward header, precisely glancing the ball towards the left wing.

Even if there was a teammate beside Huang Kaiwen, Gilberto Martinez dared not be careless, quickly running towards Huang Kaiwen.

Massimo Volta, as expected, failed to be of any influence.

At the moment the ball descended, Martinez extended his foot first.

But he was still a step too slow.

Huang Kaiwen lifted his right foot for a cushion shot, directing the ball towards the center while Martinez’s tackle missed.

By the time he adjusted his balance to chase back, Huang Kaiwen had already rushed behind the ball and swung his right leg.

Daniel Gastaldello hurriedly sidestepped, lifting his foot to block Huang Kaiwen’s shot, but Huang Kaiwen’s attempt was a lob.

Bang—

The ball soared directly from nearly 40 meters from the goal, drawing an arc as it plummeted toward Sampdoria’s net.

While Huang Kaiwen’s shot wasn’t powerful, the ball’s descent was swift, with no disturbance inside the box. Sampdoria’s keeper Gianluca Curci had already judged the projection well. He took off at the right moment, extending both hands, only to find himself surprised by the feedback force on his gloves.

The lob, albeit not forceful, carried more power during the descent phase than Curci had anticipated, with a quicker speed than imagined.

Unprepared Curci felt his balance falter; as his body leaned backward, his hands attempted to push the ball away, but in mid-air, lacking stable footing, he had no chance. As Curci tumbled backward, the ball fiercely rebounded into the roof of the net.

Silence filled the air!

Guardiola once again buried his face in his hands.

Even the Rossoneri, having witnessed such moments countless times, could only gape in awe.

In the live broadcast booth, Crudeli was the first to react, passionately shouting: "Kevin!!!!!!!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!!!!"

"With his first touch, Kevin helped Milan take the lead within mere seconds of entering the field."

"A lob from 40 meters out, it’s hard to describe this goal beyond a stroke of genius. Van Basten’s angled shot is a forced attempt when unable to carry the ball forward, whereas Kevin’s move represented full confidence in his technique."

"In this position, Kevin had a hundred ways to send the ball into the opponent’s net, yet he chose the most technically demanding approach; even more remarkable, he didn’t opt for his trademark powerful shot to trouble Curci, a third-tier keeper, though unfortunately, Curci didn’t seize the chance despite judging the position correctly, failing to stop Kevin’s shot." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"He’s just a step away from becoming a legend!"

Frustrated, Curci kicked the ball out of the net, perturbed by his inability to save it.

But promptly, realization dawned upon Curci; failing to save Huang Kaiwen’s shot was, indeed, no disgrace.

Recognizing his overly dramatic reaction, Curci broke into laughter.

His demeanor startled Gastaldello, who cautiously asked: "Buddy, did that ball hit your head?"

"Get lost!"

Curci retorted irritably.

Realizing his teammate was fine, Gastaldello breathed a sigh of relief.

Sampdoria is no Milan; their bench doesn’t house a powerful backup like Abbiati.

If Curci were injured, it would spell disaster.

One goal didn’t deter Sampdoria.

They never expected to beat AC Milan to begin with.

However, in front of the TV, Messi, watching the game broadcast, bore no smile on his young face.

Even with his good relationship with Huang Kaiwen, he wished for an opportunity to decisively beat Huang Kaiwen once.

This is the pride of a genius player.

Yet now he wanted to call his teammates, asking if they could possibly defend against a lob from 40 meters.