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

"This is what everyone has been waiting for, Huang Kaiwen finally steps onto the field, but what kind of performance will he deliver today?"

Huang Kaiwen directly walked toward the center circle, waiting for the kick-off.

Just this move ended Bayern players’ celebration.

Messi received the ball and passed it back.

Huang Kaiwen did not rush forward.

Today, his speed has reached its peak level, and he can thoroughly outpace all Bayern players.

At this moment, rushing forward would only make Bayern focus their defense on the left flank.

The moment Huang Kaiwen took a step forward, Robben immediately stuck close to him.

"Is this necessary, mate?"

Huang Kaiwen asked with a pained smile.

"If I want the championship, I have to."

Robben said seriously.

Huang Kaiwen shrugged his shoulders.

Huang Kaiwen danced with Robben near the midfield line, and his teammates weren’t in a hurry to pass the ball.

Kroos received the ball and charged forward himself.

Huang Kaiwen’s appearance instantly steadied his heart.

Even if he faced pressing while dribbling, passing the ball to the left should not pose a major issue.

Schweinsteiger’s pressing speed was fast.

Kroos, however, had no intention of entangling with him; he turned and passed the ball to the left with a swift kick.

Click—

The moment Huang Kaiwen started, Robben reflexively extended his hand to follow.

But the speed of their first step was entirely different.

The ball was less than three meters in front of both of them, and when Huang Kaiwen collected it, he had already left Robben more than half a meter behind.

Bare speed alone couldn’t achieve this.

But Huang Kaiwen’s start and reaction were incredibly quick!

This scene was strikingly impressive.

A player renowned for speed was left behind in such a short distance.

Far more distinctive than Huang Kaiwen’s dribbling run.

"Go!"

Heynckes roared.

Xabi Alonso almost immediately rushed up, attempting to squeeze Huang Kaiwen toward the sidelines.

But at this moment, Huang Kaiwen, with his back to Alonso, slid his left foot over the ball, supported by his right foot, and then switched his supporting foot.

Marseille turn!!!

Alonso instantly guessed the move.

But he had no way to counter it.

Throughout the Marseille turn, Huang Kaiwen kept his back to him.

When Huang Kaiwen once again faced Bayern’s goal, Alonso was left trailing behind.

Huang Kaiwen started almost simultaneously as he turned!

Damn!

Alonso couldn’t help but curse.

This guy’s physicality is truly terrifying.

Even knowing he couldn’t catch up, Alonso kept running back.

There might still be a chance.

Unfortunately, Rafinha had no power to stop Huang Kaiwen when he closed in. With a mere touch, Huang Kaiwen nudged the ball forward and effortlessly passed by Rafinha, successfully reaching the baseline.

Heynckes breathed a sigh and shouted, "Watch the box, be alert in the box; he’s about to cross!"

At that moment, Huang Kaiwen twisted his body at the edge of the baseline and struck the ball fiercely with his left foot.

Bang—

With no one nearby, the ball faced no obstacle.

Rafinha in the box instinctively jumped, but his position was not close to the ball path, making this action useless.

Yet even so.

Rafinha still felt a gust of wind hit his face, stinging him sideways.

He didn’t even clearly see the ball!

The speed of the ball was incredibly fast!

Standing centrally, Neuer had been guarding against Huang Kaiwen’s cross.

But he also feared Huang Kaiwen’s shot from a small angle, so he didn’t dare move his feet prematurely.

But seeing Huang Kaiwen shoot, he was stunned.

The ball shot from a negative angle, damn, it’s too fast.

Neuer didn’t even have time to judge; he instinctively stretched his arms and jumped, hoping to get lucky, but clearly luck wasn’t on his side. The ball flew past his fingertips and fiercely hung in the right side netting.

The ball is in!

Boom—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

The Rossoneri fans were wildly waving their arms.

Like beasts roaring.

Excitement, massive happiness fiercely impacted their hearts.

The blood in their veins felt ten degrees hotter as if it needed a wild outburst to quell this unease.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!!!"

"Kevin appeared on the field for only 37 seconds, and he scored a world-class goal from zero angle against Bayern’s goal."

"This is simply the most wonderful moment in the world; it may feel more wonderful than my wedding day. Of course, this comparison isn’t quite apt. At that time, I was still a boy, full of expectations, but things didn’t go as smoothly."

"What I mean is, Kevin’s shot was magnificent."

Crudeli said reluctantly: "Look at what I said, it’s no surprise at all that Kevin scores such goals. Robben, Alonso wanted to stop Kevin, but what the German taxi drivers couldn’t accomplish today, they couldn’t either."

"I think, facing Bayern, the difficulties Kevin encounters may not be as great as on the way to Allianz Arena!"

Cesare Maldini excitedly pumped his fist, quickly sitting in the coach seat.

At his age, such excitement isn’t entirely suitable.

But he just couldn’t help it.

As a football lover, everyone understands the significance of Huang Kaiwen’s world-class goal.

This isn’t just a goal; it symbolizes Milan’s call to counter-attack.

Totti, Vieri, Buffon, Pirlo, Ventura... having coached so many Italian talents.

But in comparison, he couldn’t help but shake his head.

None of them could match this.

...

"It’s just a goal; don’t damn well be downcast!"