After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Bolt’s starting performance itself isn’t top-level, and each of his major competition starting data is at mid-level.

Huang Kaiwen’s start is quite sharp.

If he improves in the latter half, Bolt wonders if he can still win the race.

If he races with Huang Kaiwen again, he won’t have the mood to look back at the moon.

George Terry claps his little hands hard on the stands.

His mother, Toni Poole, can only quietly remind him: "Be careful, George; we’re on the home fans’ stand."

"So what?"

George defiantly asks, "Am I supposed to clap for poorly played football?"

"But your dad is Chelsea’s captain."

Toni reminds him.

Before George can speak.

Her daughter, Somer Terry, directly says, "Can you help me take a day off school tomorrow? I don’t want to go."

Toni Poole helplessly looks at her pair of children.

Having a Chelsea captain for a father has become embarrassing.

"Kroos is warming up on the sidelines, I guess he’s preparing to substitute Huang Kaiwen."

"Yes, today Huang Kaiwen played remarkably comfortably, easily assisting, turning a seemingly evenly matched game into Milan’s half-field attack and defense drill."

"Hehe, this is the gap in individual ability. Chelsea and Milan’s full-backs keep an eye on each other’s wingers, yet without the full-backs, Milan’s attack comes alive while Chelsea’s can’t."

"Right, the key issue lies here."

Chelsea’s attack has completely fallen into a dilemma.

Mata himself isn’t very fast; he’s suppressed by Zambrotta on the flank with no way to pass.

Van Bommel and Nesta have already blocked all the routes.

In the front, Mata wanted to turn and kick the ball at Zambrotta for a sideline kick, but the move was too obvious, and Zambrotta noticed, dodging sideways directly.

Mata’s ball was passed to Nesta’s feet.

Nesta quickly sends it forward.

Van Bommel receives and passes it to the front to Rakitic, who turns around and sees Huang Kaiwen nearby, promptly sending a diagonal pass.

Mikel rushes towards Huang Kaiwen first.

But Huang Kaiwen adjusts after turning around and immediately lashes a shot.

Bang—

After a huge sound, Chelsea’s defenders couldn’t react in time, only feeling a gust of wind passing, with the ball entering the penalty box.

Cech, though having enough time to judge the direction, immediately flew out to dodge.

His fingertips even touched the ball, yet it didn’t help his save; on the contrary, Cech felt that if he didn’t withdraw his strength, he might end up with a fracture. In an instant decision, Cech chose to give up, retracting power from his hand.

The ball grazes the left post hard into the net; Cech, landing, feels the pain from his fingers but is somewhat grateful for making the right choice at the crucial moment.

"Goal!"

"Kevin Goal!"

"GoalGoalGoal!!!"

"A signature Kevin-style goal!"

"In the UEFA Champions semi-final, six assists and a goal; this is Kevin’s report card."

"Cesare Maldini chose to make substitutions, causing the Chelsea fans who were planning to leave to stop and applaud Kevin."

"Yes, today they lost miserably, but they’re still grateful for Kevin’s ten championships brought to Chelsea."

"Actually, Chelsea should be familiar with this feeling, determined to turn from the world’s top club to just an average club after Kevin left. Any team with Kevin is the world’s top club!"

Huang Kaiwen claps towards the stands.

Seeing some Chelsea fans cry, he feels a bit embarrassed.

The main thing is drawing [Ronaldo]; it feels very good, so he was somewhat lost in the game.

But the Yellow Ball King indeed won’t hold back on the field.

This can’t be helped.

Huang Kaiwen doesn’t really like facing his former team, yet UEFA always loves to create such situations.

After reaching the sideline, Huang Kaiwen high-fives Kroos and walks off the field.

Old Maldini hands Huang Kaiwen the water bottle and towel, smiling and saying: "At my age, there’s not much I can do; still learning from the young to take care of our ace."

"Maybe you should practice lifting the cup more elegantly."

Huang Kaiwen jokes back.

Old Maldini pauses but soon smiles.

He’s been focused on coaching and maintaining team harmony, unaware of being ever closer to the trophy.

If he can raise the Champions League trophy after so many years, he will have no regrets in this lifetime.

Huang Kaiwen sits on the substitute bench; Inzaghi immediately grumbles: "Your assists today were wasted; if given to me, I could soon surpass Raul."

"Can you?"

Huang Kaiwen asks.

"It counts if we include the finals, right."

Inzaghi uncertainly responds.

At this moment, the assistant coach Domenech comes to Huang Kaiwen’s side and says: "Kevin, Prince William wants to meet you after the match."