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Huang Kaiwen laughed as he wrapped an arm around Shevchenko.
It wasn't that he had anything against Sheva.
It was mainly because he, Huang himself, was just too popular.
As a Milan organizer and the future president of Milan, everyone wanted to celebrate with him.
Kaka and Inzaghi were faster than each other.
Shevchenko had no chance to get a spot.
If there was anyone to blame, it could only be him, Huang, for being too well-liked.
Score a goal, and five or six teammates would flock around him.
The Rossoneri, witnessing such unity and affection, cheered even more vigorously.
Standing in the middle with his arms outstretched, Huang Kaiwen.
At that moment, he was like the god of San Siro.
Even the sophisticated socialites, upon seeing everything happening on the field, couldn't help but have their eyes light up.
They hadn't imagined such a "barbaric" sport could have this kind of appeal.
Even they were affected.
