Chapter 2231 - 572: The Quiet Dawn Here
The whole world was shocked!
No one ever expected to see such a plot.
No one imagined Huang Kaiwen would enter in such a manner.
No one had ever seen Huang Kaiwen so disheveled.
Yet.
Certainly in tattered clothes, horse weary, and man tired.
Even though Huang Kaiwen could barely stand straight, he gave the impression of a peerless weapon unsheathed, his aura soared, piercing the clouds!
The Allianz Arena fell completely silent.
Both Rossoneri and Bayern fans had only heard the news of Huang Kaiwen.
They imagined what it might be like in their minds.
But upon seeing it with their own eyes, they realized how inadequate words could be.
Perhaps only Da Vinci reborn could use his brush to capture such a moment.
Jean-Pierre’s eyes were tearful, vaguely recalling when he drove tanks into Germany as a victor.
More than seventy-eight thousand people were seated, over eighty thousand inside the venue.
But at this moment, there was no sound in the Allianz Arena.
The lone man and his horse in the field seemed like a black hole, absorbing all the light and heat of Munich.
Wondering if there were issues with the lighting system at Allianz Arena, though the lights were on, it seemed only the area near the center circle was bright.
Silla Monk answering the Silla call, spirited riding general with high morale.
Taking away the enemy’s spear and riding the enemy’s horse, no need for extra blades to stop the war!
Even though he was very tired, Huang Kaiwen elegantly dismounted from the horse.
Holding onto the horse’s body to stand firmly.
The first to come back to their senses were the reporters on site.
Crazy!
Hundreds of cameras clicked their shutters in unison.
There was no other sound besides that.
"Are you okay?"
Huang Kaiwen reached out his right hand and asked Kaufmann.
With a gentle smile as if blessed with holy light.
Kaufmann, dazed, murmured: "God, forgive me."
"Stand up."
Huang Kaiwen said.
Kaufmann held his hand, but couldn’t stand up at first.
With a surge of his arm, Huang Kaiwen directly pulled Kaufmann up.
At this time, the world, paused, finally resumed its rhythm.
Not just Rossoneri.
Even Bayern fans joined in applause and cheers.
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
Echoes from inside and outside the northern Munich Allianz Arena then spread beyond Bavaria.
Even if they didn’t know how many hardships Huang Kaiwen encountered along the way.
Just seeing his tattered clothes and riding on horseback into the arena, they could imagine a knight breaching fortresses.
How did Huang Kaiwen charge into Allianz Arena under the siege of villainous German taxi drivers?
Social networks were not just boiling—they crashed!
Too much information, all sorts of jumble.
Many people were criticizing the Germans.
Originally hearing about Huang Kaiwen facing obstruction, many fans were worried.
Now seeing Huang Kaiwen’s appearance, many fans couldn’t stop their tears.
Some online even called for continued sanctions against Germany; these drivers were evidently new Nazis!
Damn Nazis, did they send the Red Skull or Blackhound mercenaries to make Kevin so miserable?
More fans felt their blood boiling!
It was simply an epic blockbuster.
Alone with horse.
Under the chase of Germans, yet still managed to rush to Allianz Arena.
This fulfilled all of their knightly fantasies.
Some directors were already preparing to make Huang Kaiwen’s trip to Munich into a film.
Emanuele Olmi even thought of inviting Huang Kaiwen to star himself.
Huang Kaiwen sitting amidst a pile of Champions League Trophies, slowly narrating his Munich journey.
The scene darkened and returned to May 19, 2012, in Milan City, with Huang Kaiwen in the delivery room, with the birth of the prince amidst a storm, hinting that the father’s journey would not be smooth.
The story slowly unfolded.
Added with various dramatic elements.
And adding the support of fans worldwide for Huang Kaiwen.
It was simply an embodiment of global unity.
It might not necessarily win an Oscar when the time comes, but it would certainly sweep through Venice and Cannes, and even Berlin would have to grudgingly acknowledge it as a masterpiece!
Emanuele Olmi became more excited the more he thought about it.
He planned to visit later that day, even waiting for Huang Kaiwen at home if needed. Even if Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t star in it himself, he had to persuade Huang Kaiwen to let him film this Munich event.
In the luxurious delivery room, the lady rested against the pillow.
Lily, sitting cross-legged on a distant sofa, was eating an orange and vaguely said: "That stinky guy, just loves to show off! That’s how he deceived me back then!"
"Then let him deceive you for a lifetime.
Squinting her eyes, the lady patted Paul beside her and softly said, "Sweetheart, that big hero is your father."
At that moment, Paul opened his little eyes, curious about the world.
The Japanese Tokyo Television Station commentator hysterically screamed: "The message of the monarch of the sun can be felt even across oceans and lands, through time and space! While Japan’s players sit in comfortable buses for games, letting the nation down time and again, some can ride over 500 kilometers to reach their battlefield!!! Go, supreme God of football, deliver your divine punishment across all of Europa!!!!!"
"But if the flying general remains in Dragon City, never letting barbarian horses gallop through Yanshan!!!"
"Huang Kaiwen didn’t disappoint us; he appeared at the last second in the most dramatic way. Of all the matches I’ve seen, this was the most spectacular entrance I’ve ever witnessed. Indeed, Huang Kaiwen never lets the fans down in these regards."
"Huang Kaiwen walked to the sidelines, goodness, Milan’s coaching staff and medical team rushed out from the player’s tunnel, Huang Kaiwen, taking a grand seat on the substitutes’ bench, with the coach feeding him water, wiping sweat, three masseurs massaging him, and the chief doctor examining Huang Kaiwen’s body. This scene makes me feel like I’m in a boxing arena."