After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1657 - 455: Inzaghi: I’m Broke

That’s how it is today.

But Daniel was called over by his father.

This made him very unhappy.

Because this confirmed what his teammates said, those people always said he could wear the number ten jersey because his dad was Paolo Maldini.

"Why aren’t you saying anything, Danny?"

Paolo Maldini asked softly.

Everything fears comparison, the second son, although not exceptionally gifted, wins by working hard.

Much more reassuring than Chris, that kid.

"Nothing, Dad."

Daniel said unhappily.

"You know, you can talk to me about anything."

Paolo Maldini continued to persuade: "I am your father, also your friend. Back when I made a little house for you in the tree, you said I was your best friend."

"Fine, I think you’re lying to Kevin."

Daniel Maldini raised his head and said, "Just because Kevin is your son, you want him to wear the number three jersey. In the future I wear the number ten jersey, Kevin wears the number three jersey, won’t Milan become our family’s team? You don’t even know if Kevin will have a talent when he grows up."

Paolo Maldini:...

He indeed felt a bit guilty when put that way.

After all, the elder son disappointed him, while the second son is so diligent, he couldn’t help asking the youth team coach to take more care of Daniel.

But Daniel might have misunderstood.

Even if Huang Kaiwen retires, the number ten jersey at Milan isn’t just something any Maldini can wear.

Now the number ten jersey at Milan is already one of the team’s most important numbers.

Milan is so wealthy, it’s about to have its own stadium.

The future wearer of the number ten jersey, might not have won a Ballon d’Or, but must have the potential to win it.

As a father, he doesn’t think Daniel has such a talent.

Paolo Maldini persuaded: "Danny, the first team will be stricter, it’s not that you just want to wear the number ten or number three, both you and Kevin need to have enough strength."

"Yes, I’ve already got enough strength, but Kevin might not. Not every Kevin is Kevin." Daniel Maldini said disdainfully.

Paul could only shake his head with a smile, looking down at his younger son in his arms.

The first number and second number both have significant problems. He can only hope this little guy with the same name as Kevin would make the Maldini family great again.

Under Jean Fernandez’s tough demand, Auxerre shrunk back to half-court.

Milan didn’t manage to change the score before the end of the first half.

Clemente, standing next to Guardiola, asked: "Do you want the players to warm up, and directly substitute in the second half?"

"Let’s wait a bit longer, Inzaghi hasn’t played in a long time."

Guardiola said.

He’s not foolish at all.

Inzaghi has been a substitute for a long time, it’s hard to feel like scoring then you substitute again, if the person doesn’t flip out at you, it would be strange.

He also used to be a player, he understands the player’s psychology.

"I mean Kevin."

Clemente said.

"Let’s wait a bit longer too."

Guardiola said with a smile: "If Kevin comes off, Inzaghi won’t find it so easy to score. I even suspect Kevin has a remote control inside the ball, each pass avoids defenders to the utmost and makes it convenient for Inzaghi to receive. He clearly knows Inzaghi doesn’t have enough explosiveness."

"Yes, now I know, genius is graded too."

Clemente nodded along.

Barcelona owns some areas of Catalonia and Spain, but none of those young people compare to Messi.

Earlier he always thought Messi was exaggerating.

But being at Milan and knowing Huang Kaiwen better, he thinks Messi wasn’t exaggerating at all.

Clemente suddenly remembered something, covering his mouth he stood and whispered at Guardiola’s ear: "I bribed the Real Madrid equipment manager, he said Capello prepared expensive towels for Kevin, do you want to prepare them?"

"I’m not Capello."

Guardiola shook his head.

Clemente checked the time, turned to prepare towels and a water bottle, Guardiola suddenly asked: "By the way, does VOSSEN accept custom towels?"

...

The field was still Milan’s attack.

Rakitic felt the time was about right, casually kicked the ball towards the penalty area.

The ball went straight to the center of the big penalty area, Inzaghi headed and failed to control the strength well, the ball went awry, heading straight for the right post outside.

Koulibaly had already stopped, the ball was about to go out, it seemed there was no danger.

At this moment, ready to whistle back to the locker room, Koulibaly saw a red and black shadow flying low inside the penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen!

Koulibaly instinctively turned his head towards the ball.

But again he saw Huang Kaiwen!

He saw Huang Kaiwen burst with force from his left foot, his lower body striving forward, the position of his left leg getting lower, his right leg strived upwards. In mid-air, his waist and abs exerted force again, raising his right foot higher.

Bang—

The ball about to go out, saved by Huang Kaiwen.

Seeing the ball flying backward, Koulibaly sighed in relief.

But immediately his heart was on edge again.

Their earlier header, Inzaghi was still unguarded!

The ball was falling towards the left small penalty area line, the unguarded Inzaghi charged to the small penalty area line, jumped, and easily headed the ball into the empty net.

Boom—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

The Rossoneri fans thought to cheer for Inzaghi.