Chapter 204: Chapter 204

204: 0133 The aircraft carrier turns, Emperor Kai plays the guitar (ask for subscription)_3 204: 0133 The aircraft carrier turns, Emperor Kai plays the guitar (ask for subscription)_3 He sped up and burst forward.

The opposing defense line was fully mobilized, moving to this side.

Martin Hiden saw Huang Kaiwen push the ball with the outside of his foot and instinctively stretched his leg to block it.

Huang Kaiwen hooked the ball back with the tip of his foot.

“Ox-tail, Kevin’s ox-tail is so beautiful.

He hooked the ball back in an instant, then tapped it sideways with the outside of his foot.

The ball slid between Martin Hiden’s legs, successfully finding Stam.”

Stam got to the front and scored with a snap shot.”

“3:0, Kevin with three consecutive assists!!!!”

Crudeli shouted excitedly.

“I remember saying Kevin could feed any forward to become the Ballon d’Or winner.

Now I must apologize because I was wrong, he doesn’t need a forward; Kevin can feed any player to become the Ballon d’Or winner.

Even Stam, a defender, can score twice in the UEFA Champions League.

Maybe next time Ancelotti could try using Dida as a forward!”

“That’s the power of Kevin.”

“Whenever he wants to score, he can score many.

And when he wants to pass, he can make anyone score.”

“Kevin is absolutely the greatest Ballon d’Or winner in the 50-year history of the award!”

“The reason dinosaurs went extinct is that they couldn’t applaud for Kevin with their short arms!!!”

After the goal, Stam rushed toward Huang Kaiwen.

He hugged Huang Kaiwen with both arms.

He then tucked the slightly shorter Huang Kaiwen under his arm and charged toward the south stand.

“Damn it, put me down!”

Huang Kaiwen covered his face.

Not to mention the smell of sweat.

Huang Kaiwen was terrified that Stam might not hold on tight, and he would end up face-planting, wrecking his meal ticket.

Fortunately, Stam had strong upper body strength.

He safely brought him to the base of the south stand.

He put Huang Kaiwen down.

Stam kneeled on one knee.

He placed Huang Kaiwen’s left foot on his thigh.

He used the bottom of his jersey to wipe Huang Kaiwen’s cleats.

After finishing the left foot, he switched to the right.

Even the old brothers on the forums couldn’t help but say Huang Kaiwen was awesome.

Even Stam, a tough guy who had stitches at the sideline due to a brow bone injury, had to humbly shine shoes in front of Huang Kaiwen.

San Siro roared and cheered.

It was already a sea of joy.

But only in front of the coaches’ bench, Ancelotti was frowning tightly.

His eyes were lifeless.

Mumbling, “This doesn’t make sense, it’s not right, it’s not right, Kevin didn’t even prepare, how come he isn’t hurt…”

Milan launched another attack.

Nesta made a long pass from the backfield over the midfield.

Kaka willingly made space.

Huang Kaiwen and Herlinka competed for the header but lost, however, the ball flew over the midfield and was picked up by Vogel.

Vogel pointed with the tip of his foot and made a forward through pass.

Huang Kaiwen, while running, passed again to Kaka.

Although the pass was a bit strong,

Kaka, with long strides, rushed forward and got to the ball before Hofmann did.

There were no fancy dribbles.

Just a simple splitting maneuver.

The ball was played behind Hofmann.

When he received the ball again, Kaka had already left Hofmann behind.

Huang Kaiwen hadn’t made it there yet.

But Stam and Serginho were also putting considerable pressure on the opposing defense.

Vienna’s quick defender hesitated briefly; with no one stepping forward to block, Kaka had already swung his right foot.

The ball flew past Hayden, heading toward the goal.

Helge Payer, whose vision was obscured, only then noticed the ball.

That slight delay caused him to miss the best chance to save it.

Kaka’s long-range shot was too fast.

Payer couldn’t even jump in time, and the ball had already gone into the net.

San Siro Stadium was completely ignited.

The fans were wildly waving their scarves, enjoying today’s goal feast.

Kaka pointed to the heavens with both hands.

Performing his signature move again.

Kaka smiled and ran up to Huang Kaiwen saying, “Four assists, right, Kevin?

You’re really overdoing it today, you’re the best passer in the world.”

“I don’t know if that counts.”

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

After his pass, Kaka had dribbled past another player.

Some rules say that doesn’t count as an assist.

But the assist Professor Bu gave to the Messi of headers was just a short pass; Messi then dribbled past several people to score, and it still counted as an assist.

Each league has a different method of counting assists.

In the Premier League, creating free kicks and penalties that teammates score from also counts as an assist for the set-piece creator.

In other leagues, it doesn’t count.

Huang Kaiwen couldn’t figure out these complex rules.

This was the first time he was stumped.

He decided to go home and study it.

Assists come with bonus money.

He needed to find out if his passes would pay off.

He couldn’t be working blindly.

The match resumed, and the referee blew the whistle for halftime.

Huang Kaiwen, chatting and laughing with Kaka, walked back together.

Ancelotti darted over and handed them each a towel.

Then he asked Huang Kaiwen, “Kevin, are you feeling okay today?”

“No problem at all, I feel great.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Ancelotti stayed put, chuckling awkwardly.

Muttering something under his breath.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t pay much attention and walked into the tunnel.

The atmosphere in the locker room was excellent; Milan didn’t have any strong opponents in December, and they were about to take holidays.

They were looking forward to a mid-season rest too.

Ancelotti didn’t return to the locker room and it didn’t draw anyone’s attention.

“Kevin, thanks for today.”

Stam bent down and handed over a bottle of water as he spoke.

“No problem,” Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

After all, his goal-scoring and assist bonuses were worth the same.

Assists also helped to improve rapport with his teammates.

do you think you could assist me one more time later?” Stam asked sheepishly, rubbing his bald head, “Today might be my only chance for a hat trick in my career.

After today, it might never happen again.”