Beautiful.

That goal was really beautiful!

Even Ramos celebrated a bit late.

That ball kicked out by Curci was too fast.

They reacted only after seeing the referee blow the whistle.

When Ramos ran over to celebrate, he felt a bit embarrassed.

He hadn’t expected to make such a rookie mistake; Kevin was already about to kick the ball—how could it not be a goal?

To cover up his awkwardness.

Ramos was very enthusiastic during the celebration.

He ran to the stand with Huang Kaiwen, waving at the crowd.

The fans at San Siro Stadium responded warmly.

Their cheers grew louder.

Inzaghi, who followed suit, looked at the stands.

Imagining thousands of subjects cheering for him.

Such a scene gives him more satisfaction than scoring a goal.

But now the empire has only two people, both as emperors.

It’s not easy to grow it into the scale of thousands.

Inzaghi sighed, deciding to first coax some teammates in the team.

If you can’t convince the people around you, how can you win over the ordinary folks?

Inzaghi leaned next to Huang Kaiwen and said, "Doesn’t it feel great, the Rossoneri are full of passion."

"Yes, San Siro is one of the best stadiums!"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"So you have to treat these supporting fans well."

Inzaghi said "earnestly."

Huang Kaiwen looked at Inzaghi in surprise, A Jiu has switched today, how come he’s pouring encouragement to Yellow Ball King.

Inzaghi continued, "In this world, there’s a country that decided to implement various tax-free policies for its citizens. Shouldn’t you recommend it to the Rossoneri?"

Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes and joked, "But they earn money in Italy; they still have to pay Italian taxes, unless your Holy Roman Empire can truly conquer Rome."

Only now did Ramos realize Inzaghi was recruiting.

Inzaghi said with a dry laugh, "Any country grows from small. Who would have thought those people on the Mayflower could establish the world’s largest nation."

"Yes, the Native Americans didn’t think so either."

Huang Kaiwen said, "When it comes to having no shame, you’re quite similar to them, you might actually succeed!"

Inzaghi wasn’t embarrassed at all, excitedly pointing at Huang Kaiwen, "Right? You also think I can succeed. Would you like to be my Roman Empire’s chief financial officer?"

Ramos said irritably, "Just find a dealer in Las Vegas."

Unyielding Inzaghi chased after the two, promoting, while Milan fans watching on the stands laughed.

Maybe only Milan could allow an older striker to grow younger.

Some teams claim to let players retire, but in reality, it’s just freeloading!

Sampdoria’s coach Alberto Cavasin exploded with foul language on the field: "Are you bloody useless? I only have one requirement, which is not to let Kevin easily take a shot. He can score from 40 meters away, yet you don’t know he can shoot?"

Cavasin’s playing career never had him compete in the European championships. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

But as a coach, he has some fame.

Previously, while coaching at Lecce, his iron-handed approach offended many, and the team doctor at Lecce still tells jokes about Cavasin when his name is mentioned.

Sampdoria players have grown accustomed to this from their coach.

Cavasin is certainly capable, otherwise, he wouldn’t continuously find work in Serie A.

However, his fame couldn’t support such management style; he’s not a super talent like Mourinho or Guardiola, so his coaching career is full of ups and downs, often leaving due to conflicts with the locker room.

Martinez simply pretended not to hear the coach’s words, his head bowed, silently cursing the coach’s entire family.

Not everyone likes such coaches.

Especially when you lack the charisma of someone like Mourinho.

It leads to players not wanting to die for you, but wishing that you would.

The score is just 2:1, and such a score on a green field holds endless possibilities.

But for Sampdoria, it’s already over; especially after the coach’s outburst, Sampdoria’s players clearly played with emotions attached.

Soon Van Bommel successfully completed a tackle.

He immediately passed the ball to Rakitic.

As soon as Rakitic received the ball, he faced pressure from Massimo Macarone and could only quickly pass it back.

Van Bommel received the ball and directly lobbed it to the left.

Huang Kaiwen saw the ball’s landing spot near the sideline and quickly turned to chase it.

Volta ran to the side along with Huang Kaiwen.

But Huang Kaiwen was positioned well, when the ball fell, Volta could only stand behind him.

Huang Kaiwen lifted his right foot easily to cushion the ball, then, with a slight effort from his lower leg, nudged it forward and chased it with small steps for a couple of strides, relying on Volta as he controlled the ball.

The next second, Huang Kaiwen turned his right foot for a spin, a furious Volta stretched a leg blocking Huang Kaiwen’s path and also sent the ball out of the line.

"Good heavens, Huang Kaiwen’s footwork is truly exquisite."

"Yes, just within that moment of receiving on the flank, several touches demonstrated Huang Kaiwen’s astonishing talent. No wonder after Ronaldinho, Pele said only Huang Kaiwen is the hope of Samba Football."

"Hehe, even when Ronaldo hadn’t retired, Pele said Huang Kaiwen is better. Both players are over 180 cm tall, but their styles are somewhat different. Huang Kaiwen is five centimeters taller than Ronaldo, so his balance is higher sometimes, making some of his dribbles appear somewhat stiff. But sometimes he can adjust his balance, making himself look like those players with lower centers of gravity when dribbling, which Ronaldo can’t quite achieve."