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

"Still, we need to see the referee’s intention. This ball shouldn’t be considered expanding the defensive area."

"That’s not right. Saying it’s not expanding the defensive area means having your hands by your sides. Your hands shouldn’t be in the front; this should be a penalty kick, haha. The Arsenal players realized the problem, and captain Fabregas went over to explain, but Huang Kaiwen approached quickly too; both teams have young captains."

Fabregas looked anxious and began speaking Spanish directly: "Referee, this hit the hand, it wasn’t a deliberate handball."

Before Huang Kaiwen could say anything, Torres was unwilling, retorting: "What do you mean hit the hand? Did you grow an arm at that position? That would be convenient!"

Fabregas:...

Can we speak properly?

The main referee quickly spread his arms, keeping both men at a distance.

Then he blew the whistle and pointed to the twelve-yard mark.

Penalty kick!!!

San Siro Stadium erupted with cheers.

"Milan, Milan..."

Although it wasn’t a goal, does a penalty kick feel any different than a goal for Milan?

Their number ten treats free kicks like penalty kicks, and penalty kicks as open goals!

"Kevin, you take it." Torres said, his eyes glancing at the twelve-yard mark.

Huang Kaiwen found it a bit amusing; forwards really care about UEFA Champions League goals.

Huang Kaiwen patted Torres on the shoulder and said, "No worries, you take it. You earned the penalty, so it’s yours."

"Really?!"

Torres asked with a bit of surprise.

"Really, go ahead."

Huang Kaiwen patted Torres’s arm and said, "Good luck!"

Torres walked toward the twelve-yard mark with a smile.

Raul, Inzaghi and their generation are nearing retirement.

But for strikers born in the ’80s, the competition is still fierce.

Especially in the UEFA Champions League.

No striker wants to be listed below Huang Kaiwen as the second best.

As for being number one, they haven’t really thought about it.

Before the final, you play 12 matches, scoring once in each. Someone else plays three matches, scoring 14 goals in total in those three games.

And those were considered subpar performances, what a joke!

The players from both teams had already positioned themselves outside the penalty area.

As the referee’s whistle sounded, Torres ran up and kicked the ball.

Szczesny immediately dived to the left side of the goal and blocked it!

As Huang Kaiwen dashed into the box, Sagna stood in front of him, and Zulu quickly cleared the ball to the sideline.

A missed penalty by Torres left him kneeling in the box, hands covering his face.

He could already imagine the mocking expression Ibrahimovic would have after the game, written all over his hooked nose.

He had just argued with his National Team teammate Fabregas, and Huang Kaiwen had given him the penalty shot.

But now, it was saved by the opposing goalkeeper.

Fernando Torres felt as if he was in Gotham, and the Polish goalkeeper was actually Batman.

He was even hesitant to lift his head, afraid of seeing unwanted expressions.

A pair of highly recognizable shoes appeared in Torres’s view: Kevin brand!

Currently, only Huang Kaiwen wears Kevin’s shoes.

Torres lowered his head even further.

Arsenal wasn’t like those weak teams in Ligue 1; maybe this one goal would determine who advances.

Huang Kaiwen’s voice, filled with laughter, reached Torres’s ears.

"Get up, don’t waste time here."

Huang Kaiwen said, laughing.

"Kevin..."

Torres looked up and whispered, his voice so low it almost seemed unclear to himself.

Huang Kaiwen bent down and pulled Torres up, helping him brush off the grass on his socks before standing up straight, tidying Torres’s jersey, and patting his shoulder playfully: "If I make the Golden Boy cry, I don’t know how many female fans will come after me."

Torres grinned and followed suit.

Watching Huang Kaiwen walk toward the corner flag, Torres turned to look at Fabregas, pointed at him, and said: "Tell Puyol to watch out." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Fabregas:...

Even though the comment seemed entirely random.

Fabregas couldn’t help but worry for Puyol.

He could already envision the scene.

Next time there’s a conflict in the National Team, when Ramos confronts Puyol, pushing him away, and just as he’s about to throw a punch, someone suddenly appears behind Puyol with a spinning kick, hitting Puyol’s ear hard.

Turning Barca’s captain into a hearing-impaired person with one kick.

Fabregas suddenly had reservations about returning to Catalonia.

He felt like Barca’s enemies were plenty.

When Huang Kaiwen heard Torres’s words, he paused a bit, almost losing control.

The Yellow Ball King really had a knack for things.

The previously conflicted Netherlands team has become more united now.

While the Spanish National Team, conflicts have intensified.

If this keeps up, the Spanish National Team might become Barca Gang plus Casillas, fighting against all other international players.

Oh boy.

He hadn’t given it much thought.

Since last Holy Week.

In the Basque Country, the Yellow Ball King is already the only idol for local kids without Basque blood.

It’s just that the Yellow Ball King is too good-hearted.

Despite playing for many years, he hardly has any enemies; friends from all around.

Huang Kaiwen stood by the corner flag, observing.

The players from both teams had gathered near the small box line, with more players in the middle.

Szczesny, as a goalkeeper, has good reflexes and physical qualities, but also makes frequent minor mistakes sometimes.

Plus, young Szczesny is far from mature.

Seeing fewer people defending near the point, Huang Kaiwen thought it was worth a try.

With a plan in mind, Huang Kaiwen quickly raised his left hand, showing two fingers, pretending to play a tactical corner kick with his teammates.