Volta’s left foot hadn’t stepped forward yet, and the ball hit his right heel and bounced behind him.

This sudden change startled the three defenders. Koeman, who was chasing back, didn’t react when he saw the ball roll past him. It wasn’t until Huang Kaiwen nudged the ball with his right foot that Koeman moved to block him.

Martinez, standing to the side, directly stuck out his foot, but Huang Kaiwen deftly flicked the ball to the left with his right foot, easily dodging his right foot with a fried meatball move.

In a situation with no opportunity, Huang Kaiwen forcibly created one.

He broke through the seemingly impregnable defense.

"Kevin!!!"

Crudeli’s excited words hadn’t even started the next sentence, but in the next second, he screamed on the live broadcast: "No, Kevin..."

Huang Kaiwen completed the fried meatball move and stepped right into a patch of uneven turf, with his left foot unable to follow through.

Fortunately, Huang Kaiwen had [Injury Mastery]. He immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly turned to the side, forcefully lessening his fall in the penalty area, thus avoiding more severe damage.

Otherwise, this situation could have been similar to Sagna’s.

"Damn!!!!!!"

Guardiola rarely cursed, wanting to vent his frustration on the medical team, but felt even more frustrated upon seeing them.

Before he could say anything, the medical team had already rushed swiftly onto the pitch.

Even his goalkeeper Buffon was already at midfield in the blink of an eye.

Ramos had already reached Huang Kaiwen’s side.

Guardiola’s eyelids twitched, and an absurd thought arose in his mind.

If during the counterattack Huang Kaiwen lay in the opponent’s penalty area, AC Milan’s counterattack speed could at least increase by two seconds! 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Feeling slightly calmer, Guardiola was both angry and resentful inside.

Jose was certainly not a good friend; if he had truly cared, Kevin wouldn’t have been injured.

Guardiola decided that from now on, he must accelerate the research of small men in bottles.

Since friendship is unreliable, at this moment, he must rely on himself!

"Coach, should I go on now?"

Kroos came up next to Guardiola and asked.

"If you don’t go on, should I?"

Guardiola, in a bad mood, wasn’t in the mood to offer any motivational speeches to Kroos.

This demeanor left Kroos somewhat disappointed.

Standing by the sideline waiting for the fourth official’s nod, Kroos muttered, "Toni, the coach still values you, that’s why he’s angry at you because you’re one of us..."

Seeing the stretcher carried off, Guardiola immediately went over to ask, "Jenny, what’s Kevin’s condition?"

"He can’t continue today; we’ll have to wait for further examination results to know how long he’ll be out."

Giovanni Nanni replied.

"Alright, take Kevin to the hospital first."

Guardiola said, suppressing his anger.

He still trusted Giovanni Nanni’s expertise.

Standing by the sideline, Kroos saw this and continued to murmur, "See, the medical staff aren’t ’one of us,’ so the coach is more polite, Toni, keep it up!"

The fourth official instinctively stepped aside, away from Kroos.

He quickly waved for Kroos to enter the game.

This young guy from AC Milan looks quite normal, but his way of speaking isn’t.

The fourth official feared an unwarranted beating.

The match ended swiftly at 4:1.

But Sampdoria’s right-back Volta became the focus of media attention.

The patch of turf Huang Kaiwen got injured on was created by Volta digging into the pitch with his toe after losing the ball earlier.

At the post-match press conference,

reporters frequently mentioned this player.

"Mr. Guardiola, do you think Volta did it on purpose?"

"Pep, with Kevin potentially out for the season, will this affect Milan’s performance?"

"Mr. Cavasin, your player injured Kevin before the UEFA Champions League semi-final, benefiting Barcelona significantly. Do you think he’s Italy’s sinner? Milan is the only Italian team in the top four."

"Is there any news on Kevin’s injury, Mr. Guardiola?"

"Without Kevin, who will be Milan’s key player?"

"..."

The Italian reporters behaved slightly more ethically than their UK counterparts.

They still remembered Milan is Italy’s last hope.

Of course.

This might be because Albert maintained good relations with them.

Even after Huang Kaiwen’s transfer, Albert didn’t sever ties with the Italian media.

Cavasin said with a sullen face, "It’s unfortunate such a thing happened, but my player did not do it intentionally. Do you think he’s a hunter setting traps? Massimo is Italian; he’s not a Germanic walking out of the woods with a pig."

All players on the field today were regulars.

If any were banned or had other mishaps, it would be a huge blow to their relegation fight.

"So you’re saying Germans would do such things?"

The reporter pressed.

"I don’t know, don’t ask me, I’ve said enough, alright, I have nothing more to say..."

Cavasin muttered as he rose and quickly left the press room.

Next, Guardiola had to face all the reporters.

"Mr. Guardiola, please share your thoughts."

Guardiola pulled the microphone closer and said, "Kevin is the most important player on the team because he’s the best player in the world. I’ve always known that his injury will definitely affect the team. You saw the change in the team after Kevin came on, not just in tactics but also spiritually. Kevin is the team’s leader, irreplaceable."

"Will Kevin’s injury lead to your elimination by Barcelona?"

A reporter asked.

Guardiola’s face also turned grim.

Because he’s worried about this too.

As a former Barça coach, he knows how strong this Barça is.

Suppressing his anger, Guardiola said, "I don’t know if Barça will win, but with Kevin, Barça isn’t an easy opponent. I still don’t know how long Kevin will be out, so I can’t determine our next focus. Everything depends on Kevin’s injury."

"So you rely heavily on Kevin?"

The reporter asked.

Guardiola could no longer contain his anger, slamming the table and shouting, "What do you want me to say? Want me to comically imitate Jose saying I’m not overly dependent on any player? Damn it, get him out of here, this is San Siro."

The press officer quickly pushed the questioning reporter away.

At San Siro, the coach has the final say.

Even if the reporter shouted about press freedom, it was useless. There are no human rights at San Siro, and if dissatisfied, complaints can be filed with Barbara Berlusconi.

Watching the reporter leave, Guardiola’s expression improved slightly.

"Mr. Guardiola, do you think Volta is responsible for Kevin’s injury?"

A reporter asked.

Forcing a smile, Guardiola said, "I haven’t seen the match footage, but from the descriptions I’ve heard, it seems it wasn’t intentional. It’s just some on-field accident. Yes, he shouldn’t damage the pitch, but I don’t think it was a targeted attack on Kevin. I’m sure of that, and won’t place the blame on Watson."

"It’s Volta!"

A reporter reminded.

"Alright, whether Volta or whoever, it’s not his fault, he just happened to injure Kevin. I hope you don’t criticize him too harshly. Alright, that’s it for today’s press conference."

Forcing a smile, Guardiola rose.

After briefly addressing his players in the locker room, he called a taxi home.

"What would you like for dinner, dear?"

Serra asked as she saw Guardiola return home.

"Anything!"

Guardiola said as he took off his coat and rushed into his study.

After turning on the computer, Guardiola recalled Volta’s full name.

Finding Massimo Volta’s photo, he printed one out.

Looking at the small knife on the desk, Guardiola gritted his teeth, pricked his finger, and smeared the blood on Volta’s photo, murmuring, "Hear me, Hypnos, son of sleep, I, Josep Guardiola, beseech you for your mercy, cast this sinner into eternal nightmares..."