After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 132 - 0109 Burn, Hero! (Subscription Requested)

"Team doctor, team doctor!!!"

Ancelotti waved his hands frantically, crying out in a tenor voice.

The well-trained "rapid response team" of AC Milan, carrying a medical kit and stretcher, rushed onto the field.

The echoes of Ancelotti’s call hadn’t even faded.

Even Pirlo, who was closest, hadn’t run over.

The medical team from Milan had already reached Huang Kaiwen’s side.

Since Barbara became the COO of Milan,

she paid a lot of attention to the medical team.

In the new season, she increased their wages and even included their response time in their assessments.

If their response was slow, their bonus was deducted.

If the treatment plan was wrong, their bonus was also deducted.

Under the lure of money,

the Milan medical team had rapidly transformed.

Huang Kaiwen hadn’t even managed to rise from the side of the field,

when the medical team had already swarmed around him, setting up their equipment.

Someone pulled off Huang Kaiwen’s socks.

Giovanni Nanni went over to check.

Levin Maschalk held Huang Kaiwen’s head with one hand,

while others placed something under Huang Kaiwen’s head.

Maschalk pulled up Huang Kaiwen’s eyelid with one hand,

and shone a small flashlight into Huang Kaiwen’s pupils with the other.

"There’s no dilation!"

He released Huang Kaiwen’s eyelid and, waving his finger, asked, "Kevin, what number is this?"

"2, it’s 2, right, Levin? I don’t have a concussion."

Huang Kaiwen struggled to get up.

Levin Maschalk pressed down on Huang Kaiwen’s shoulders.

"Wait, even if there’s no concussion, the blow just now could still have caused internal injury."

Giovanni Nanni leaned in and said, "There’s no external damage to the ankle or lower leg, the knee is all normal, Kevin, do you feel anything yourself?"

"I’m fine, really, it’s nothing."

Huang Kaiwen, half laughing and crying, pushed the medics away, and sat down at the edge of the field, emphasizing, "Really, I’m fine, there’s no discomfort at all."

"Alright then."

Giovanni Nanni took out an ethyl chloride spray and sprayed a few times on Huang Kaiwen’s right leg.

To help relieve the pain.

He then stood up and said to Huang Kaiwen, "If you start feeling unwell, tell us immediately and let the coach replace you."

"Don’t worry."

He helped the doctors up and started to move his body.

Seeing that Huang Kaiwen was moving normally,

the doctors finally relaxed.

Huang Kaiwen could understand why the medical team was overreacting.

Aldonin had just kicked him directly into the advertising board.

It was only because the Stade Louis II doesn’t have a running track,

otherwise, he might have rolled even further before hitting the advertising board.

Polishing the cleats.

Leaning forward to increase speed.

Aldonin was clearly aiming to end him,

there was no other possibility.

It’s just that Aldonin was unlucky today.

Today, he, Huang someone, used an "Immunity Card."

There was simply no possibility of getting injured.

Switch someone else into that position,

and their fate wouldn’t be much better than Edwards’.

He rose up to soothe his teammate’s emotions.

Huang Kaiwen jogged up to Rene Temonk and asked, "He went straight at me with his cleats showing. Shouldn’t he get a red card?"

Rene Temonk looked down briefly.

Then, looking at Huang Kaiwen, he countered, "Then why is there no blood on your socks?"

Fuck!

The referee’s point makes sense.

Even if there wasn’t an injury,

that doesn’t excuse Aldonin’s obvious intent to foul.

Just because someone doesn’t bleed when they’re slashed, does that mean it didn’t happen?

This is the perfect example of victim-blaming.

This damn referee is clearly biased against Milan.

Seeing Inzaghi stiffening his neck and coming over again,

Huang Kaiwen quickly pushed Inzaghi away.

He tightly embraced Inzaghi and walked him back,

avoiding him getting hit again.

and preventing Inzaghi from being sent off.

Earlier, Inzaghi had already received a yellow card for protesting.

What more is there to say?

About today’s referee,

No need to argue with him.

Just do it!

...

"That kick just now was harsh."

"Today’s match definitely has some controversies."

"It’s not just controversies anymore, CSKA Moscow got the home draw, and the referee is treating them like the home team. The home bias is very clear."

Huang Jianxiang said discontentedly, "Disallowing Milan’s goal was a serious mistake, and not giving Aldonin a red card is beyond my understanding."

"Maybe the referee had a bad angle."

Zhang tried to smooth things over, saying, "Both times the referee wasn’t nearby; maybe he really didn’t see it clearly."

Meanwhile, people online had already started cursing.

"A bad angle my ass, the referee came with an agenda."

"Fuck, if they hadn’t introduced the referee as Turkish at the beginning, I’d have thought he was Russian."

"Is there a possibility that the referee wanted to show off in front of Abramovich? Abramovich is so wealthy, a little slip through his fingers is enough for the referee to live the high life for his next life."

"Huang Kaiwen’s girlfriend is also very rich, you know?"

"Barbara compared to Abramovich is nothing, Abramovich has billions, how much money does Barbara have, plus her dad is still around."

"How much money did Abramovich give you? You lick your screen, but Abramovich can’t see you!"

"Stop arguing, let’s just watch the game. Huang Kaiwen’s performance today is pretty good, that earlier goal was really beautiful."

"Indeed, Huang Kaiwen’s skills are awesome, but with today’s referee siding with the Central Army, his skills are useless."

"More than that, I’m more concerned about why Huang Kaiwen wasn’t injured."

"Fuck, that’s true, how’s he so tough today, being the glass man he is?"

"Huang Kaiwen can take a hit once in a while."

"Among the world’s top ten unsolved mysteries are two: Why is Huang Kaiwen injured, why isn’t Huang Kaiwen injured."

"Aldonin is also wondering, he risked a red card with that kick, and yet Huang Kaiwen is still bouncing around."

"So it’s said that nobody can predict Huang Kaiwen."

...

Milan kicks off at midfield.

Pirlo passes the ball to Ambrosini.

Ambrosini passes back.

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