After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 784 - 0286 There is only one truth (Please subscribe)

Ballack rushed up to attempt a follow-up shot, which could be clearly seen on camera.

His face still showed complex emotions, his eyes unfocused, charging forward purely on player instinct.

Heinze easily squeezed past Ballack into the box.

With a sliding tackle, he trapped the ball underneath him and quickly knocked it back to Huang Kaiwen with his thigh.

Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball with his right foot and skillfully used the instep to pass it to the right flank.

Torres immediately swung his right foot and launched a long pass that triggered a counterattack.

Boom—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

After a brief silence in the Bernabéu Stadium, a fierce explosion of noise erupted, as if the sun was not setting but rather rising slowly.

The Meringues completely lost their minds.

With the player standing in front of the goal switching from number 1 to number 10, even goalkeeping became several times more spectacular!

Frequent sallies could easily put fans on edge, fearing a goal might be conceded.

However, Huang Kaiwen continuously cleared successfully and even organized attacks.

This cycle of tension then relaxation, over and over, completely overwhelmed the rationale of Real Madrid’s fans.

This dive was an outright explosion.

They wrapped their arms around the shoulders of those next to them, jumping up and down, shouting Huang Kaiwen’s name.

They unabashedly vented their emotions.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Oh God, Kevin!!!"

"Mourinho, that arrogant fellow has his team playing utilitarian soccer, and his arrangement of three defensive midfielders is proof."

"I even think Capello did the right thing by having Kevin guard the goal, the three midfielders from Chelsea are strong enough to kill a rhinoceros! If Kevin played upfront, he might not last even 45 minutes without getting injured."

"I was thinking today’s match would be incredibly dull, and even with Kevin standing on the goal line, it couldn’t possibly have been any more exciting. But I found out how wrong I was, and quite outrageously so.

"One should never question what God can do at any time, one just needs to watch what God does, and then from deep within their heart marvel and admire, and ultimately worship. Kevin can do anything on the field if he wants to!"

"Maybe some people will think Kevin’s style today resembled that of the Colombian goalkeeper, but who decreed that being born earlier means playing better? Who says that being born first is the creator and being born later is the imitator?"

"Ikita had a dream about today’s match, received a divine revelation in his sleep, and learned the frequent sallying playstyle. Unfortunately, he only mastered a bit of Kevin’s skill, yet even that little bit served Ikita immensely well, turning him into a very famous and distinctive goalkeeper."

"But Ikita’s famed Scorpion Kick pales in comparison to Kevin’s recent overhead save! The two are not even on the same level in terms of talent and ability, to say nothing of their moral standards. The gap between Ikita and Kevin is like the difference between a Colombian earwig and a human, completely incomparable."

"Kevin once again proved to me that there’s no need to worry about the outcome of the match, because Kevin will always win."

"The only mystery is how Kevin will defeat his opponents, and what he finally brings to the world. My neighbor’s kid is a mischievous little rascal who often causes trouble around our neighborhood. Ever since he watched Kevin play, his moral standards have dramatically improved, turning him into a decent young man."

"When one day the world falls into chaos, a nuclear crisis erupts, or something like zombies occurs, and when survival resources are scarce and everyone must fight to live. At that time, a bottle of water could make adults desperately fight, a piece of bread could buy a strong man’s loyalty. In such dire times when wars break out among humans, gruesomely savage wars, with only a few survivors left, those survivors would still feel their sacrifices worthwhile, because their spoils would be clips from Kevin’s career!"

Crudeli exclaimed passionately.

Commentating on Huang Kaiwen’s matches, he always had endless things to say.

Turning a hobby into a job is a painful thing, but engaging in a beloved job brings incomparable happiness.

Even Crudeli occasionally felt tired of commentating on matches.

But commentating on Huang Kaiwen’s matches, he found his passion was inexhaustible.

Both team’s coaches stood behind the white line.

But neither Capello nor Mourinho moved.

Capello, very confident in Huang Kaiwen, was also deeply amazed.

In the previous match against Barca, it was a penalty kick, Huang Kaiwen had used a similar action.

But that was for kicking a penalty, whereas this was for saving one.

The difficulty level was poles apart!

An aerial flip-to-save, even Capello wouldn’t have dreamed of such a goalkeeping defense.

Confident aerial flip, perfect timing, just right to block the opponent’s powerful and tricky shot, it was like something from a myth, absolutely not supposed to appear on the soccer field, let alone in a UEFA Champions League match.

Capello sighed.

Even after coaching Huang Kaiwen for nearly two seasons, he still didn’t understand him.

Am I a butterfly dreaming I am Zhou, or a Zhou dreaming I am a butterfly?

For the first time, Capello doubted the reality of his world and his life.

Perhaps he and this world were merely existing in someone else’s dream?

Mourinho, knocked back to reality, twisted his mouth, taking a sharp intake of breath.

Steadfast as he was, this save had still dealt him quite the blow.