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

Chapter 2225 - 570: Summer of France



Are you kidding?

Playing football for a while gives you 16 experience cards.

Huang Kaiwen thought the most exaggerated thing would be drawing the Turin Gods Team.

Unexpectedly, there’s also the Dream Team based on event attributes.

The 1998 World Cup came at the best time, with sponsorship boosting the tournament’s promotion to an impeccable level. Ricky Martin’s song "Cup of Life" became a global hit.

Even in China, many could chant along GO GO GO ALE ALE ALE.

Many started watching football because of that World Cup.

That tournament’s moment was featured in quite a number of movies.

Ronaldo’s unusual performance in the final spawned many versions of the story.

A summer in France where the French were crowned champions at home.

Also leaving the Brazilians regretting failing to win the fifth star.

But the classic nature of that tournament left a deep impression.

Huang Kaiwen felt a bit stunned looking at the 16 names.

Damn it!

If they’re already taking the highest values and enhancing them, wouldn’t that be going off the charts?

Hard to get past the opponent with a Marseille turn in midfield, then instantly dribble past just before the penalty area.

During defense, swiftly tackle with precision.

Even if Buffon, Abbiati, and Amelia can’t play, Yellow Ball King can still stand in front of the goal like a god.

Barthez with the National Team skin was much stronger than when at Manchester United, just like Sanchez, he’s a superstar in the National Team.

Excited!

Previously, Yellow Ball King never dared to claim any match was stronger than the warm-up at Hongkou, but this time, Huang Kaiwen intended to show the world a near-godlike presence!

The only concern for Huang Kaiwen today was accidentally putting Neuer on a stretcher.

In a good mood, Huang Kaiwen started humming a song.

Everyone in the car immediately began to chant GO GO GO, ALE ALE ALE!

The difficulty of the road was mainly due to mountainous terrain.

Otherwise, driving from Milan to Munich wouldn’t add nearly 200 extra kilometers compared to flying.

With the clanking sounds of the bus, Huang Kaiwen was truly worried.

Suddenly there was a sudden brake.

Huang Kaiwen and Marazzo nearly collided with the seat in front.

"What’s wrong?"

asked Marazzo.

Nicholas replied, "Not sure, need to get off and check."

"Well, might as well get some fresh air."

Seeing others anxious, Huang Kaiwen advised.

Fussing at this time wouldn’t help the situation.

After opening the car door, Huang Kaiwen and others got off.

Nicholas opened the hood, and they immediately saw the rising white smoke.

"Damn it, at this moment!"

Nicholas cursed, banging the van with a wrench.

"Damn, what to do?"

Marazzo cursed too, "We might not have to go to Munich, but we must get Kevin to the Allianz Arena."

"Yeah."

Fatty Lombardi tugged his hair, squatting on the road in tears, "If Kevin can’t make it to Allianz Arena on time, we each are guilty. God, should’ve advised Kevin to get a reliable car, damn it, told you to repair your broken car ages ago."

"Hehe, if not for your begging, I wouldn’t have come to this damn country. I’d comfortably be home waiting for the match to start."

Nicholas said disgruntled.

"Enough talking, maybe someone else plans to go to Munich."

Huang Kaiwen suggested.

Nicholas kept silent, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and stuffed it in his mouth.

The cigarette shortened at an astonishing pace.

Showing how upset he was.

Huang Kaiwen sat by the roadside, looking at the vast pastures, not feeling rushed anymore.

Today had too many surprises.

Being anxious wouldn’t help.

Unlike Marazzo, who wasn’t as calm, he kept on pacing.

After about twenty minutes, Marazzo desperately looked up and shouted, "God, if you exist, please help us."

"Hey, hello there, did someone call me?"

!!!

The group turned around to see an old man.

The old man had a whip and led a sheepdog.

"Are you God?"

Marazzo trembled asking.

Although he knew it was unlikely, he hoped.

"No."

Disappointed as the group felt, the old man continued, "But I have a way to get the star player to Munich!"

"Really?"

A few people excitedly encircled the old man asking.

"Of course, don’t waste time, follow me."

The old man beckoned.

Huang Kaiwen quickly got up, and the group followed the old man down the highway.

In almost ten minutes, Huang Kaiwen figured out the old man’s plan.

Huang Kaiwen cautiously asked, "Are you referring to the pesticide spraying airplane?"

"Yes, Alice, it’s the one, despite its age, it’s excellent!"

The old man chuckled after burping.

"Can I rent, no, buy Alice?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

He indeed could pilot a plane!

"What are you thinking?"

The old man retorted, "No one drives Alice but me, I’ll get you to Munich."

Seeing the group in silence.

The old man stopped and said, "Don’t worry, I’ve been in air battles!"

"Really, that’s fantastic!"

Marazzo exclaimed excitedly, "You must be from the 52nd Squadron, Manfred Richterhofen was amazing."

The old man didn’t answer, started fiddling with the plane.

The propeller spun rapidly; he wore a worn tank hat and squeezed into the cockpit, beckoning Huang Kaiwen, "Hop on, star player, I’ll get you to Munich."

"Go on, Kevin, don’t worry about us. It seems you won’t starve here at least."

Marazzo pointed at the farm.

"Yeah, don’t worry about us!"

"That’s right, Kevin, go ahead."

"Hurry up, Kevin!"

Huang Kaiwen nodded, nimbly climbed onto the plane and sat behind the old man.

Took the goggles handed by the old man, Huang Kaiwen barely got them on, and the plane shakily rushed forward.

It appeared the runway length was insufficient, yet it ascended right away.

Another lunatic!

Huang Kaiwen believed the old man was indeed a pilot.

He shouted, "Are you a German pilot? Which battle did you participate in? Why help me if you want Bayern Munich to win?"

"You ask too many questions!"

The old man took a sip from an iron flask, replied in a northern accent English, "I’m no German crap, I’m from Liverpool, surviving the German bombing probably counts as an air battle?"

Huang Kaiwen:...

"Rest assured."

The old man madly shouted, "Hahaha, Germans, my revenge opportunity has finally come!"

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