After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1643 - 452: A Scheme Against Three Sages

He felt that the team’s cohesion was still lacking.

Leading by two goals might not be secure.

"But we can let the players warm up early. That way we can substitute Kevin directly."

Clemente suggested.

Guardiola nodded and said, "You’re right, that makes sense."

He turned around and looked at the bench.

Torres was there, but Torres had played in the World Cup.

Inzaghi?

Pretending not to see him.

Seedorf has declined quite a bit, and Guardiola preferred to bring Jankulovski on as a wide midfielder to strengthen the defense.

But after seeing Kroos, he changed his mind.

Instinctively mimicking his friend, he extended his right hand, beckoning Kroos with his index and middle fingers.

Kroos took off his training jacket and walked to the sidelines.

He’s surprised to be subbed in so early.

He thought the coach would be unhappy about the interview earlier today.

But it seems the coach still values him.

Ranieri yelled from the sidelines, "Fall back and counter-attack, don’t press forward anymore, focus on attack efficiency, Francis, remind your teammates."

Totti pursed his lips and walked back.

Not sure what to say.

He’s very grateful for everything Huang Kaiwen did for him, reportedly even causing Huang Kaiwen to lose a sponsorship in South Korea.

That’s tangible gratitude in real money.

But Totti really hates seeing Huang Kaiwen on the field.

No matter how invested the Sensi family is in Rome, they can’t buy Huang Kaiwen.

So meeting Huang Kaiwen inevitably means he’s an opponent.

Whether Rome scores first or later, the result is always empty-handed.

He’s not a youngster anymore.

Not thinking about leading the team to win against Huang Kaiwen, making football history, handing Huang Kaiwen his first defeat.

Totti feels he might retire in a few years, he just hopes Huang Kaiwen won’t stay too long in Milan.

Restarting the game, Totti realized he forgot to encourage his teammates.

He chuckled to himself, sticking out his tongue quietly.

But it doesn’t matter.

On the bench, Inzaghi said in a low voice, "Do you believe the coach doesn’t let me play because he’s worried about my stamina?"

"Got phlegm in your throat? Why talk like that?"

Ambrosini asked.

"Cough cough..."

Inzaghi dryly laughed and said, "I feel my role has changed now, from a prolific scorer to the team’s elder brother, responsible for maintaining the dressing room, and teaching these young guys some experience."

"The team leader is Kevin, Fernando and Ibrahimović were stronger than you when they were younger."

Ambrosini said.

"How could that be? Milan spent big money on me, doesn’t that prove my value?"

Inzaghi said stubbornly.

"You only had one season scoring over 20 goals, they score much more than you."

Ambrosini said, "Fernando’s speed is incredible, Ibrahimović’s skills are outstanding, you lack both."

"Nonsense, I could have scored Ibrahimović’s goal today."

Inzaghi said, annoyed.

"But you’re rarely in the Ballon d’Or running, both of them made it to the top ten."

Ambrosini said.

"That’s because the judges are problematic, they can’t see my great qualities."

Inzaghi said, his face flushed red.

"What great qualities, a stinky crap?"

Ambrosini teased.

Inzaghi angrily covered Ambrosini’s mouth.

He didn’t want the new young players to hear these embarrassing stories.

Lately, when he’s not playing, he deliberately goes to the bathroom outside the dressing room.

Just to leave a good impression on the new teammates.

On the field, Huang Kaiwen organized another attack, and after a quick one-two with Kaka, he delivered a through ball.

Ibrahimović was a step slow in starting, only catching the ball at the goal line.

Evading Riise’s sliding tackle, Ibrahimović quickly returned the ball.

Huang Kaiwen followed up with a left-footed shot, easily sending the ball into the goal.

Boom—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Every shot seems to go in.

It’s almost halftime, yet he managed to score again.

The excited Rossoneri felt like they had won the UEFA Champions League.

Scoring, Huang Kaiwen jumped over the advertising boards and ran to the stands, Ibrahimović and Kaka also jumped over them.

Guardiola put his arm around Kroos, walked to the fourth official, and said, "After you get on, let Ivan go to the left flank. I think you can do a good job organizing and defending, and I hope you can become a key part of my tactics, do you understand what I mean?"

"I got it, coach!"

Kroos nodded excitedly, eager to rush on without waiting for Huang Kaiwen to come off.

"By the way, give fewer interviews."

Guardiola added.

Kroos: ...

He only wanted to express his views, what’s wrong with that?

The reporters said he had freedom of speech.

Huang Kaiwen and the others reached the bottom of the stands, causing San Siro to erupt with even louder cheers.

Ibrahimović looked back and said, "Kevin, looks like the coach wants to sub you off."

Huang Kaiwen turned around to check, and indeed that’s the case.

He hurried back to the field, clapping towards the stands as he made his way to the sidelines.

It took him over a minute to walk that short distance, and neither the Rome players nor the referee hurried him.

"Good luck, Toni."

Huang Kaiwen hugged Kroos and said.

Kroos nodded and rushed into the field.

Guardiola took the towel and water bottle from Clemente, handed them to Huang Kaiwen, and asked, "How did you feel today? Rome seems to still have a will to attack."

"Their flanks lack threat, this team only has a few top players, so it’s not much pressure."

Huang Kaiwen replied with a smile.

"Alright, you played well today."