After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 576 - 0237 Kevin-style Backcourt Offense (Subscribe Please)_3

"Goal, Rooney!!!"

"A scorpion kick, that was really beautiful!"

"Just now Pepe was marking Ronaldo, and El Guerra’s slide was clearly a misjudgment, even throwing Casillas off balance."

"The score is tied again at 2:2, the game is getting more and more exciting."

"You can’t be careless when playing against Manchester United, Ferguson’s team can erupt with amazing fighting power in adversity."

"Hehe, Manchester United players see the halftime break coming and don’t want old Fergie to start the hairdryer, so they better even the score quickly."

The beautiful goal made the Red Devils erupt once again.

Away goal, the stand erupted with the impressive momentum of fifteen thousand people.

"Wayne!!!"

"Wayne!!!"

"Wayne!!!"

After his goal, Rooney embraced his teammates and then rushed to the sideline, fervently throwing punches in the air to vent his excitement.

Ferguson, with youthful exuberance, stood by the sideline swinging his fists a few times too.

Mike Phelan looked worriedly at the red-faced Ferguson.

The stubborn old man had a severe heart condition.

There was a game where Manchester United performed poorly, and Ferguson got so angry his heart rhythm was off.

Fortunately, he had a pacemaker fitted beforehand, or else there would have been serious trouble.

Even so, doctors still warned Ferguson not to get too emotional.

Actually, with Ferguson’s health, such a high-risk position as a football coach was no longer suitable, even coaches without heart conditions could suffer heart attacks due to goals, comebacks, or last-minute victories.

Regrettably, Ferguson wanted more championships and was unwilling to leave the coaching bench.

On and off the green field.

There are always those who persist for a belief in their heart.

Their stories of joy and sorrow piled together make football so fascinating.

Real Madrid restarted the game.

Raul quickly tapped it to Huang Kaiwen, Huang turned and brought it back, Ronaldo and Fletcher rush towards Huang, but Huang suddenly turned again executing a Marseille turn.

Before he could stabilize, Scholes kicked the ball out.

The referee blew the whistle for halftime.

"I think Capello might need to make some adjustments, Manchester is marking Huang Kaiwen tightly today, Real Madrid could look for opportunities elsewhere."

"Hehe, I think Real Madrid’s biggest problem now is every player gets the ball and looks for Huang Kaiwen. As I said before, you can play however you want against weaker teams, but in crucial matches like a UEFA Champions League final, Huang Kaiwen’s past records and performance this season make the Real Madrid players feel it’s better to pass to him than to handle it themselves, hence they always look left when they get the ball,"

"Yes, football is not an individual sport, even Maradona had Caniggia by his side, other Real Madrid players must step up when Huang is heavily marked."

[In the chatter about Huang Kaiwen]

"2:2 doesn’t help, in the second half Huang will show off."

"Absolutely, I fucking suspect Huang always holds back energy just to show off at the end of the game."

"That shouldn’t be possible, holding back too much can cost you the championship, today Manchester really targeted Huang, always at least two people on defense, Fletcher is always on the edge of fouling, testing the limits if the referee doesn’t see."

"Sometimes even Ronaldo rushed to defend against Huang." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Honestly, have you guys noticed, Huang is even a bit taller than Ronaldo."

"He’s even more handsome than Ronaldo, man, I’ve given up on getting handsome, but I just want to get taller."

"I wish I could grow five centimeters taller."

"Shit, if only I could choose, I’d rather add it there."

"Five centimeters, man, that would be worth thousands, could buy a house here with that."

"You guys always think about yourselves, damn boring."

"Then tell us, where would you add five centimeters?"

"If it were really possible, I’d fucking add five centimeters to China’s border on the map."

"Holy shit, bro, you just went up several levels, awesome!"

...

"Was my goal cool today or what? Without it, we would have been behind."

Back in the locker room, Cassano said happily.

Usually he’s all talk, but scoring in the UEFA Champions League final probably had him excited.

"Give me a break, without Kevin’s gorgeous pass, you wouldn’t have scored."

Ramos said disdainfully.

"What do you mean not scoring? I passed a great ball to Kevin just before!"

Cassano protested, "I was in great form today!"

"Yes, that time I didn’t handle it well,"

Huang Kaiwen said smilingly.

Cassano indeed played well today.

That time he was a bit hasty in taking the shot, he should have dribbled or taken it into the box."

"See, even Kevin says so,"

Cassano said proudly, tilting his head towards Ramos.

"Kevin is just being modest, asshole, your IQ is so low no wonder anything said can trick your family to open the door,"

Ramos said even more disdainfully.

"What’s going on, tell us,"

Guti asked.

There’s a story here.

"Don’t tell!"

Cassano rushed over to cover Ramos’s mouth.

Ramos, twisting his body, said loudly, "I once made an appointment to go to Kevin’s place with this asshole. When I got there and knocked, he didn’t answer. After a while, I said his French movie ordered online had arrived, I was delivering it, and he immediately opened the door in his pajamas."

"Asshole, I was half asleep,"

Cassano explained.

"You didn’t even know what you ordered?"

Guti asked.

He didn’t quite understand online shopping, but even so, you needed to pay yourself, right?