After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Nesta, who just scored, excitedly ran towards the corner flag area.

Huang Kaiwen darted up, skillfully dodged Nesta, and turned to jump onto his back.

Nesta carried Huang Kaiwen as they sprinted wildly towards the away fans’ stands.

"Goal!"

"Goal!!!!"

"Goal!!!!!!!!"

"Alessandro!!!"

"Although it might sound like I’m trying to justify, but before the game started and seeing the behavior of Lazio fans, I had this premonition that Alessandro would score today, and it would be assisted by Kevin."

"We seldom see Kevin making moves on the field. He prefers to let his feet do the talking, but Kevin never allows his teammates to be bullied. Many years ago, during that match against Juventus, Kevin gave up a hat-trick opportunity to Filippo Inzaghi, who, upon scoring, passionately kissed Kevin."

"To this day, my granddaughter is still envious of Inzaghi; he could kiss Kevin right in front of the world. Sometimes I think, Inzaghi has kissed a lot of women in his lifetime, but perhaps Kevin is the only man he’s ever kissed?"

"Once again today, Kevin stood up for Nesta. Although Maldini is good, Baresi is great, Kevin is the best."

A cheerful Crudeli joked around with a Manchester United fan meme.

The famous Manchester United fan phrase, "Maradona good, Pele better, George Best."

And he even managed to drag the Maldini father and son into it.

"As a captain, Paul couldn’t support his teammates in this way, Franco couldn’t either, but Kevin always finds a way to help within the rules’ limits, so I say, there’s disparity even among great captains!"

Baresi, watching from his TV, shook his head with a smile.

He wasn’t particularly bothered by Crudeli’s teasing.

Moreover, he found it quite true.

If it were him, he would at most join Nesta in taunting the away fans.

But he certainly couldn’t tell them straight up and then assist Nesta afterward.

This wasn’t just a simple corner goal, because Huang Kaiwen clearly told everyone that Nesta would score this time, and he made it happen.

Such straightforwardness greatly impressed Baresi.

If you can use performance to counter opponents, who would choose to get physical?

Baresi felt some regret for being born too early, missing the chance to team up with Huang Kaiwen.

It seems like Paul was quite lucky to bag several championships together with Kevin.

"Kevin, thank you!"

Nesta exclaimed excitedly as they headed back.

Even now, he was still overwhelmed with emotions.

"You got yourself into trouble this time, you’ve become a full-fledged traitor!"

Huang Kaiwen jokingly teased.

"I will say post-match that it was a response to some of the fans. If they can understand, they’ll keep supporting me; if not, it means we are not kindred spirits."

Nesta replied.

Huang Kaiwen gave him a thumbs up.

The old guy is indeed insightful.

One shouldn’t turn into a sycophant, what doesn’t belong to you will eventually leave you.

Upon closer look, it seems most people’s mentality matures with age, except for a certain Filippo Inzaghi.

The Lazio players wore distressed faces.

Amidst over 80,000 people, the angry curses from the away fan stands were still harsh on the ears.

If they lost today, the fans definitely wouldn’t spare them.

Don’t think extreme fans only target opponents. If they dislike a player, their curses should at least make you feel glad, as it means they haven’t done anything worse.

You might find a dead dog or a few bullets in your yard in the morning.

They couldn’t help but look towards the Milan side.

Nesta was lucky to have someone stand up for him.

What were they going to do now?

After the restart, Lazio was visibly rattled.

Every Lazio player tried to perform, not wanting to become a target for extreme fans.

But even with South American players as the framework, such a fast pace easily led to mistakes.

After only a few exchanges, the ball was with Van Bommel.

Milan started to press aggressively.

Kaka and Huang Kaiwen swapped positions once again.

Receiving the ball in midfield, Huang Kaiwen faced Leidesma’s pressing, but spun around to pass to Van Bommel, then darted forward.

At the first opportunity, Van Bommel delivered the ball wide.

Kaka, holding the ball, didn’t rush forward and Lichsteiner dared not press him.

After all, Torres was still nearby, and Ibrahimovic and Huang Kaiwen were at the center.

With Ibrahimovic’s massive frame, it’s hard not to notice him.

Ibrahimovic charged into the penalty area, so Biava had to follow him, and Torres moved to the center, drawing Diaz’s attention.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly accelerated down the left wing, and right then, Kaka delivered a straight pass.

The ball rolled past Leidesma’s right and Diaz’s left, precisely finding Huang Kaiwen in the box.

Huang Kaiwen took the ball without much interruption, as Biava charged toward him.

Muslera was also adjusting his position.

The moment Biava lunged for the tackle, Huang Kaiwen swiveled and shot with his left foot.

Bang—

The ball flew over Biava’s leg straight towards the goal; from such short distance, Muslera could only desperately lower his center of gravity and reach out, but still couldn’t stop Huang Kaiwen’s shot.

The ball went in again.

Explosion—Consecutive goals sent San Siro into a frenzy.

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

The Rossoneri enthusiastically chanted Huang Kaiwen’s name.

Their number ten even had his "Saint Kevin" title recognized by the Vatican.

Unlike those self-given titles like Saint Casillas.

Guardiola’s reaction was peculiar, excitement intertwined with restraint, and a bitter expression quickly surfaced.

Commentators worldwide marveled at the high expectations this title-less coach had for the team.

Clemente advised, "Pep, lighten up."

"You don’t understand!"

Guardiola shook his head as he glanced at him.

Sigh.

The better the team and Huang Kaiwen performed, the more worried Guardiola was.

He couldn’t possibly afford too high a price.

Standing worriedly on the sidelines, Guardiola watched as Lazio went all-out post-restart.

Today, however, the Bender brothers shone brilliantly. Led by veterans Nesta and Van Bommel, they displayed a maturity beyond their years.

After thwarting the opponent’s attack, Lars Bender’s precise long pass found Torres up front.

Torres quickly dashed up the right wing, as Guardiola watched intently.

But to his surprise, Torres outrageously booted the ball to the left-wing corner flag area, leaving the incredulous Guardiola stunned before turning to express his frustration with a forceful hand wave.

Just then, Guardiola suddenly felt a slip underfoot, crashing backwards onto the ground.

The Milan bench was in chaos; the medical team displayed reassuring efficiency.

Feeling the pain radiating from his back, Guardiola, looking at Milan’s 2 o’clock sun, muttered, "I ultimately paid the price..."