Huang Kaiwen's kick had the finesse of Figo at eighty percent.
The ball soared from the ground, flying over the charging Valdes's head and drilled into the goal.
3:0
San Siro Stadium fell silent for a moment before erupting with today's most scorching cheers.
"Kevin!!!!!"
"Kevin!!!!!"
"Kevin!!!!!"
The Milan fans were shouting like crazy.
What they saw was not just a goal, but Milan's tomorrow.
Be it Kaka's long sprint or Huang Kaiwen's consecutive amazing dribbles, both would be the team's ace up the sleeve.
For an ordinary team, having one player who can dribble past opponents is already great, but Milan actually has two. What chance do other teams have?
Ancelotti swung his arms back and forth, like the Hulk, still shouting something unintelligible.
Huang Kaiwen, celebrating with his teammates, was genuinely a bit worried for Ancelotti.
Always buying stuff from those Southeast Asian scammers, Ancelotti hadn't consumed some fake drugs, had he?
"This goal."
