After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 109 - 0099 Courtyard: After Cutting off the Champion, I Won Effortlessly (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 109: 0099 Courtyard: After Cutting off the Champion, I Won Effortlessly (Please Subscribe)

"Saint Kevin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Crudeli could swear, this was the most wonderful day in his 61 years of life.

Now, he had forgotten his duties.

Forgotten work, forgotten he was a commentator.

Crudeli just wanted to run, to spread the name of Saint Kevin!

Milan’s grand square, gathered with tens of thousands of Milan fans.

Under the equestrian statue of Victor Emmanuel II, the first King of Italy.

They cheered and leaped for joy.

The Milan fans who had traveled to Istanbul with the team.

They were exuberantly expressive.

kilometers away, the folks at Milanello were in sync, and they began singing the new team song lyrics:

"Kevin, Kevin, only wish to support you, Kevin, Kevin, forever for you. We walk beside the heroes. On the green fields, under the blue sky, you’ve won another star. Twinkling among us, we sing together: Kevin, Kevin, only wish to support you, Kevin, Kevin, forever for you..."

Huang Kaiwen had just managed to stand firm.

Shirtless Inzaghi rushed up and hoisted Huang Kaiwen onto his shoulders.

"Put me down, put me down now, Filippo!"

Huang Kaiwen screamed out loud.

Being carried by Inzaghi felt very insecure.

But it was already too late.

The Milan players surged forward again.

They grabbed Huang Kaiwen, tossing him into the air over and over.

Ancelotti, unusually, didn’t remind the players to be careful not to injure Huang Kaiwen.

After all, they had already clinched the championship.

Kevin taking a few days off wasn’t a big deal.

...

With a reminder from the staff.

The Milan players lined up on either side.

Letting the Liverpool players receive their medals first.

Still immersed in joy, Inzaghi nudged Huang Kaiwen with his arm and asked, "You played so well today, do you have any secrets?"

"There’s no such thing."

Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes.

Saying it bothered him.

He had already been told to go for a drug test after receiving the award.

"There must be something."

As Inzaghi stroked his chin, he suddenly pointed at Huang Kaiwen, "I’ve got it, the truth is one, it’s the Pope’s blessing."

On the other side, Kaka rarely cooperated by nodding his head.

"I think so too,"

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself.

Yassin’s blessing was more like it.

But Kaka and Inzaghi’s words gave him an idea.

Unscientific things, that’s theology.

He, Huang someone, could only follow the Vatican blindly from now on.

The Pope would also be happy to admit to it.

The Liverpool players walked forward with their heads down.

Quickly stepping up to the awards platform.

Nobody was happy about losing the final.

If anyone was sad, it was only because their joy had been stolen by those happy ones.

The Liverpool players quickly collected their silver medals and left even quicker.

For them, Istanbul was a place of sorrow.

There was nothing there worth lingering for.

Xabi Alonso looked back.

He gazed far at Huang Kaiwen standing between Kaka and Inzaghi.

The man who had snatched the championship.

Alonso sighed deeply.

Without turning his head, he proceeded to the exit.

Finally, it was AC Milan’s turn.

The players went up one by one to receive their medals.

Platini put the medal over Huang Kaiwen’s neck, not forgetting to give him a wink.

Huang Kaiwen: ...

As if I, Huang someone, won because of you.

Don’t act like you’re close to me.

Isn’t it just because the lady has sent you money?

In case anyone gets the wrong idea, it could affect my, Huang someone’s, reputation.

I, Huang someone, rely solely on myself.

...

"Full stadium countdown at Ataturk Stadium."

"3, 2, 1!"

"Golden sparks fly as Huang Kaiwen and Maldini lift the trophy together. Let’s congratulate Huang Kaiwen, congratulate AC Milan for winning the 2004-2005 UEFA Champions League championship!!!"

"Huang Kaiwen also received the star trophy for the best player of the UEFA Champions League final, best player, a well-deserved title."

"What we see now is Kaka’s girlfriend Beatrice and by her side is Huang Kaiwen’s girlfriend Barbara. To my understanding, both these ladies come from very wealthy households."

"Family members have entered the pitch, sharing the joy of the victory."

"Maldini’s son rushed towards Huang Kaiwen, the two exchanged fist bumps in celebration, it’s clear they have a good relationship."

"A staff member came to remind that Huang Kaiwen should go for an interview."

...

At the mixed interview zone.

Huang Kaiwen was still holding a towel in his hand.

He saw a journalist he had seen on TV and immediately walked over.

"Huang Kaiwen, can you comment on your performance?" the national television station reporter asked with a microphone extended.

"Crazy, other than that, I can’t think of more adjectives,"

Huang Kaiwen, still with beads of sweat on his forehead, said with a smile.

"What’s next on the agenda?"

"To win more championships with my teammates,"

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself.

He should return to the stands as well.

Can’t keep playing without remembering to recover, can I?

"When will you return to your homeland for matches?" freewёbnoνel-com

"I’ve been ready for a long time," Huang Kaiwen said with a troubled expression: "But you know, I get injured easily. Every time I prepare to go back, I get injured. Now, I’m also curious about it."

European journalists urged him on.

The state television journalists could only reluctantly make way.

"Hey Kevin, crazy night, huh?"

asked the UK journalist.

"Indeed, I still can’t believe it," Huang Kaiwen nodded.

The journalist asked again, "You probably haven’t trained as a goalkeeper, right? Can you tell us why you performed so well?"

"I don’t know, when I stood in front of the goal, I just had this feeling that I belonged there today, pretty magical, right?"

Huang Kaiwen said with a laugh.

"Could it have anything to do with God?"

Huang Kaiwen chuckled, giving an ambiguous response, "Maybe yes, maybe no, who knows, I guess it could be that."

More journalists wanted to interview him.

Soon a UEFA staff member came to urge the end of the interview.

Huang Kaiwen’s schedule was packed.

After the drug test, he still had to attend the post-match press conference.

He left with the staff.

For the first time in his life, Huang Kaiwen urinated under the watchful eyes of two big men.

Nervously to death.

He drank two more bottles of mineral water to meet the required amount.

Immediately after,

he went to the press room at Ataturk Stadium.

The auditorium was packed.

The final was broadcast in over 130 countries.

Today was bound to be a memorable day.

When Huang Kaiwen sat down, the atmosphere was already quite delicate.

Both Ancelotti and Benitez looked unhappy.

When the press conference began,

the journalists first questioned Benitez.

"Rafael, what would you like to say about today’s match?"

Benitez, with a dark face, answered, "I have nothing to say. It was a match mixed with too many things. In the end, I don’t even know if the victory belongs to the players or to Rome."

"How can you say such a thing?"

Ancelotti turned his head, glaring at Benitez and shouted, "Someone hired not just one wizard but several, trying to win by despicable means, and thank goodness he didn’t succeed, proving evil will never triumph over justice."

"You are the evil side!" Benitez pointed at Ancelotti, "In Serie A matches, you always perform some weird rituals in front of the coach’s bench. We did it for self-protection."

"Nonsense!!!"

Although they started arguing,

it interrupted the progress of the press conference.

But the journalists did not try to break it up at all.

Instead, they captured the expressions of the two coaches eagerly.

With their voice recorders, they almost stuffed them into the mouths of the two coaches.

It took UEFA staff reminding them to maintain order to calm things down.

"We are clear in our conscience and do not wish to say more; we will definitely come back,"

said Benitez as he stood up and left.

A victorious smile spread across Ancelotti’s face.

"Has Kevin received goalkeeper training before?"

"Kevin impersonated as a goalkeeper in a practice match, and he once saved 14 penalties in a single day, so I am not surprised by his performance as a goalkeeper at all,"

Ancelotti nodded subtly,

acknowledging the fact.

After all, Huang Kaiwen’s performance was too incredible.

He wanted to save Kevin from some trouble.

"Carlo, why did AC Milan concede four goals in the second half?" asked a journalist wearing glasses.

Ancelotti’s face turned dark as he responded, "We conceded four goals because we scored four first, my players and I got careless, but despite the twists, we still won the championship."

"How would you assess Kevin’s performance today?"

"Unparalleled."

Ancelotti once again spoke with a smile, "No words can describe Kevin. He deserves all the praise today."

After two more questions,

The journalists finally let Ancelotti off and turned to question Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen answered cautiously for a few questions,

then gave Ancelotti a look.

The two of them got up and left hastily.

Today he had made enough of a spectacle on the field,

so it was unnecessary to stand out in the interview as well.

That didn’t fit his life philosophy.

Also, at the end of the match, he had already heard the system notification.

The usually quiet skill "Take it, You" had finally snagged a success!

He declined the invitation to celebrate with his teammates.

Huang Kaiwen checked the system immediately after returning to his room.

Sure enough, the notification was there.

"Ding, sniped Liverpool player Gerrard’s UEFA Champions League"

"Ding, sniped Liverpool player Carragher’s UEFA Champions League, skill activated successfully, trait copied"

"Ding, sniped Liverpool player Riise’s only important championship, skill activated successfully, trait copied"

"Ding, sniped Liverpool player Garcia’s only important championship, skill activated successfully, trait copied"

"..."

There were quite a few notifications.

Four traits were successfully copied,

coming from Riise, Carragher, Luis Garcia, and Traoré.

Trait: Marseille Turn Own Goal (Traoré) - Using a Marseille turn in your own box, highly likely to score an own goal

Trait: Liverpool Killer (Carragher) - When facing Liverpool, your shot accuracy significantly increases.

Trait: Pile driver (Riise) - Significantly boosts labor ability - Riise is a tough pile driver, his female colleague Jordan (Katie Price) once complained that Riise was like a pile driver, practically murderous.

Trait: I Don’t Have a Head (Luis Garcia) - The representative of preferring feet over head, heading ability decreases, ball sense increases.

Huang Kaiwen finally understood what the chance of the skill "Take it, You" meant by sniping.

"Small probability," he wondered how small.

For players like Riise, Traoré, and Luis Garcia, who rarely win championships, it was easier to activate the skill.

For Carragher, it was a rare event,

as he has not so few championships.

It seemed difficult to snipe major stars.

Checking again, his rating indeed had changed.

Player Strength: Average

Physical Condition: Excellent

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