Chapter 434: Chapter 434

"Next up, the awards in Zurich, Switzerland. There won’t be any suspense. If the winner isn’t Kevin, then the title of Mr. World Football would lose its meaning."

"There are only two kinds of soccer awards, those given to Kevin and those shrouded in controversy."

"And there are two kinds of players too."

"As a player, when you are talented and work hard, you can see the ’Dutch Three Musketeers’ or the ’German Three Carriages’ ahead; when you achieve something and begin to get self-satisfied, only then can you see the backs of Zidane and Ronaldo. Keep moving forward, and you reach Garincha and Beckenbauer, and even the steps of Maradona and Pele. However, when you reach the pinnacle, feeling like you can’t go any further because you’ve topped the soccer world, who else could possibly rival you? Actually, look up, because beyond that lies the celestial realm. If you’re fortunate enough to advance further, enduring countless hardships, trudging through desolate paths, occasionally finding heavenly roads amidst confusion, and when everything clears up in the chaos, finally having the luck to touch the realm of gods... only then can you vaguely see the Number 10’s silhouette as it progresses alone in the distance."

"Soccer was created for Kevin. On the green field, nobody could match Kevin before, and there will not be another name to compare with him in the future. Being born in this era is the sorrow of all players because they will forever live under Kevin’s brilliance, but it’s also their fortune because they get the chance to play soccer in the same era as a god!!!"

Capello completely didn’t give Sevilla any chance.

Huang Kaiwen just managed to extricate himself from his teammates when the fourth official had already lifted the substitution board.

Reminded by Raul, Huang Kaiwen walked to the sideline and gave a high five to Robinho as he came off the field.

Capello asked, supporting Huang Kaiwen’s arm.

"I’m fine, just a bit hungry."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

During the halftime break, it was necessary to replenish energy.

The locker room would provide foods like bananas, oranges, and pizzas.

But since it had just rained before the game and everyone’s shoes were soaked, the locker room had a bit of a strong smell during the break when so many people were taking off their shoes; thus, Huang Kaiwen didn’t eat anything.

"Then you should hurry home and have a meal, ruining your health by starving isn’t good," Capello said, patting Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder, "I’ll have the team doctor cover for you. I’ll just say you went back to check your body during the post-game press conference."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and walked into the player’s tunnel.

He really was hungry today.

"Huang Kaiwen went straight back to the locker room, the team doctor followed him in. Did Huang Kaiwen get injured during that shot just now?"

"Ah, I’m really worried about Huang Kaiwen’s physical condition. He walked off the field by himself today, thought it wasn’t a big deal, but now that he walked into the player’s tunnel, I can’t be sure."

"With Huang Kaiwen gone, the atmosphere at the Bernabéu Stadium isn’t as heated as before. Real Madrid fans are probably worried about Huang Kaiwen’s injury situation."

"Did Huang Kaiwen get injured?"

"It sort of looks like it, but also not really. It’s hard to say when it comes to Huang Kaiwen."

"Ah, I have this feeling that Huang Kaiwen was just showing off when he was on the field, looking for an excuse to pretend to be injured and leave the field."

"I think so too, forget it, I’m going to set up an alt account to vote for Shanshan; don’t care about Huang Kaiwen anymore."

"Big cousin also don’t know how he’s doing. Barça is always hyping him up but never lets him play."

"Play my ass, probably just faking an injury too."

"Big cousin scored a goal against Real Madrid after all, he does have some skills."

"Are you talking about playing baseball? That was the second cousin who scored, what’s it got to do with big cousin?"

Far away in Barcelona, Li Changlong was living the good life.

Usually staying in the La Masia youth team dorms playing video games, occasionally running during training for the reporters to take photos, and every now and again going out with Ronaldinho to enjoy Catalonia’s warmth.

Recently he found a new hobby—purchasing a phone card with a talk plan which included a certain amount of international minutes; exceeding the plan was a bit more costly.

But that didn’t matter; Li Changlong would just call family and friends back home whenever.

Earning 5 million a year, what’s the point if people don’t know about it?

A few days ago, he finally got in touch with an old deskmate from his junior high math class, talked for half an hour.

Just to show the kid how well he was doing now.

But making so many calls had its downsides.

A lot of people would ask him to bring signed team jerseys when he came back to the country during the summer.

That’s not a problem; getting a few signed jerseys as a player isn’t hard, right?

But just his parents alone should bring back dozens of Ronaldinho jerseys for coworkers, not to mention all the ones he promised on his own.

There were also Ronaldo’s signed jerseys, his cousin Huang Kaiwen’s signed Jerseys, Maldini’s, Kaka’s... a whole heap of players’ signed jerseys.

Li Changlong finally realized that bragging also comes at a cost.

Now he was quite troubled.

People wanted it for free, even willing to pay for the jerseys.

At this point in the conversation, if he didn’t bring them back for them, their future relations would be ruined.

They might even give an interview to complain about him.

Li Changlong was really in over his head.

Not to mention the stars he didn’t know.

Even Ronaldo, whom he was on good terms with, couldn’t possibly sign hundreds of pieces.

Unless he could play in place of Ronaldo and lock him in a dorm to sign autographs all day.

Li Changlong looked at the Ronaldinho signed jersey on the table.

There was also a stack of brand-new jerseys and markers nearby, and finally, he extended his sinful right hand.

He hadn’t written this much since elementary school.

After signing dozens of jerseys, Li Changlong felt utterly dazed.

By accident, he wrote Ronaldinho’s name in Chinese characters.

The jerseys were quite expensive.

Such a waste would be quite painful.

Slapping his forehead, Li Changlong decided to bring them back as they were.

Who said Brazilian stars couldn’t sign in Chinese characters?

From now on, stars like Kaka and Maldini would also sign in Chinese characters!

If anyone asked, he’d say his cousin specially asked his teammates to write in Chinese, claiming it was a special edition.

If big stars signed in Chinese, surely they had to charge extra, right?

Huang Kaiwen left Bernabéu Stadium early and met up with Shakira in the parking lot.

After the two of them went home for dinner and rested a while, they went to work out.

Whether it’s giving concerts or playing football, a good body is essential.

Before long, Shakira’s phone rang.

Sweaty Shakira brushed off Huang Kaiwen’s hand and said, "Stop it, I need to take this call."

"You take your call,"

"Hello, what’s up?" Shakira asked after answering the phone.

The voice of her agent came through the phone, "Don’t miss the flight tomorrow, you’ve still got schedules ahead."

Shakira glanced back nervously and said.

"That’s good, you sound a bit strange, are you sick?" the agent on the phone asked.

"No...nothing, I...I’m good, um, okay...I’m hanging up now."

Shakira hung up the phone and tossed it aside, giving Huang Kaiwen a glare before starting to belly dance again.

The next afternoon, when Huang Kaiwen got up,

The dancer had already left.

He had planned to take Shakira to the airport, but because the match was so exhausting, he didn’t wake up.

Knowing that Albert had taken Shakira to the airport, Huang Kaiwen didn’t ask further, as he trusted the old butler to handle things.

After lunch, Ramos and others came over to Huang Kaiwen’s house to play racing games, and the Real Madrid stars had a blast.

In the private room of Lantian Internet Cafe near the university.

A girl’s fingers flew over the keyboard as she happily chatted with forum members.

Li Huan opened a bottle of green tea and passed it to her, his face seeking approval as he said, "Shanshan, in just a few more minutes, you’ll be the forum master, and they’ll never guess that you’re a Huang Kaiwen fan."

Sniffing, Shanshan waved her little fist and said, "It was supposed to be a joke all along, but they keep pushing it. Once I’m the forum master, if anyone dares add that offensive word after Kevin’s name, I’ll ban their account!"