The Man Like the Wind

Watching Huang Kaiwen shake him off and charge into the penalty area, Zamboni thought viciously, why didn't he break his leg running that fast? Wasn't he supposed to be a glass cannon?

Huang Kaiwen, already inside the box, wanted to laugh at the situation before him.

There were only two defenders left in Reggina's penalty area, while Shevchenko, Inzaghi, and Kaka at the edge of the arc were all eager to pounce.

Huang Kaiwen slightly raised his lower leg, and that simple feint was enough to startle the Reggina defender Cannarsa, who hurriedly stuck close to Shevchenko.

But as Huang Kaiwen's leg came down, he only nudged the ball forward a little.

Then, he quickly dribbled diagonally into the six-yard box again.

After two step-overs, he intended to shoot, but Inzaghi was yelling over there like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, so Huang Kaiwen quickly pushed the ball with the inside of his foot toward the left.

Inzaghi, who had followed up, barely had to put in any effort, tapping the ball into the net with ease.

"Mate, you're absolutely brilliant!"

After the goal, Inzaghi ran over quickly, wrapped his arm around Huang Kaiwen's neck, and walked toward the stands together.

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself, if you hadn't kept yelling, I would have taken the shot myself.

He had promised to pass to Inzaghi before, so he couldn't just mess with him.

Inzaghi still held quite a high status at Milan.

He was the kind of person that "General of the Stands" Huang needed to stay on good terms with.

Ancelotti smiled on the sidelines.

Whether they scored or not didn't matter, but the speed Huang Kaiwen displayed was faster than before; did this mean his physical condition had recovered?

It seemed the "sacred relic" he bought for 82.5 from the Vietnamese guy had really worked.

Kaka also ran over, saying excitedly, "Kaiwen, your speed is just too fast."

"I didn't want to scare you guys before."

Huang Kaiwen shrugged and said.

Kaka laughed out loud, though Shevchenko looked a bit unconvinced.

Because Sheva felt that Huang Kaiwen should have shot that ball himself; it was clearly a gift-wrapped goal for Inzaghi.

As the group walked back chatting and laughing, Ancelotti shouted onto the pitch, "Kaiwen is in good form today, pass him the ball more when you have the chance."

Ancelotti also wanted to see if Huang Kaiwen could last until the end of the match today.

After the restart, Reggina grew a bit anxious.

Not only did their passing speed change, but their tackles became much more aggressive.

Trailing by three goals meant they would likely get no points, so they had no reason to hold back; if they could scare Milan's stars and find an opportunity to equalize, they might still salvage a point.

The opponent's performance made Ancelotti's eyelids twitch. Ignoring his composure, he walked to the sidelines, grabbed the fourth official, and complained with machine-gun speed, "They are too barbaric, it's like they want to kill my players. If they keep playing like this, my players will definitely get injured. Damn it, those damn bastards, they are a bunch of thugs, every one of them should be sent to the gallows."

The fourth official looked speechless.

However, he could understand Ancelotti.

Anyone with a genius like Huang Kaiwen would value him highly, and since this genius was always getting injured, it was natural to get anxious when seeing the opponent play so roughly.

But what was with the gallows?

If Reggina's tackles deserved the gallows, wouldn't all the Premier League players have to be torn apart by horses?

Ancelotti was a famous coach now, so the fourth official offered a cautious consolation, saying, "Mr. Ancelotti, I will remind the referee to pay attention in a moment, but you must understand that it is normal for Reggina to change their approach after falling behind by a large margin."

The fourth official didn't continue, but the implication was clear.

You're already leading by three goals, the opponent is starting to foul, and you insist on sending a glass cannon onto the pitch—can you really blame our officiating crew for this? Isn't it your own problem!

Next time Kaiwen goes to see a doctor, you should go get your head checked too.

Ancelotti glared at the fourth official and walked back sullenly.

The man wasn't wrong.

He hadn't thought of it from that angle before.

It seemed he had made a tactical error, but Ancelotti was also having a massive headache over how to use Huang Kaiwen.

If he started, he would get injured right away, which had a huge impact.

But if he didn't start and Milan was already leading, letting Huang Kaiwen on was just icing on the cake.

If he let Huang Kaiwen on when Milan was trailing to change the situation, Huang Kaiwen had the ability to do so, but if Huang Kaiwen got injured at a critical moment and he had already used his last substitution, he would be left dumbfounded.

Ancelotti never expected he would have such a headache over Huang Kaiwen.

He could only curse "damn Inter Milan" in his heart; if it weren't for them, Kaiwen wouldn't be so easily injured.

On the pitch, Huang Kaiwen took possession again.

This time, he received the ball in the backcourt.

The Reggina players pressed quickly, but facing the opponent, Huang Kaiwen didn't feel intimidated at all. He flicked the ball forward immediately and used his speed to blow past Balestri.

Balestri felt a jolt of shock, as he felt the opponent's speed was simply monstrous.

Balestri had never encountered a player this fast; even Kaka, the fastest player in the Milan lineup today, wasn't as exaggerated as the substitute Huang Kaiwen.

As Huang Kaiwen bypassed the first player, Reggina's midfield rushed over one after another.

Mesto wanted to foul him immediately.

After all, they only had three defenders left in the back.

But he underestimated Huang Kaiwen's speed today.

Almost at the same moment he charged at him, Huang Kaiwen turned slightly and left him in the dust. Mesto, who had reached out his arms to tackle him, stood frozen in place, feeling very embarrassed.

Cannarsa rushed forward in a hurry.

This Reggina defender muttered to himself, aren't you supposed to be playing on the right, why are you on the left?

Do you have to make me lose face?

As Cannarsa charged, he hardened his heart, deciding that even if it meant a card, he would give Huang Kaiwen a hard hit.

Swish.

Feeling the timing was right, Cannarsa slid in with a flying tackle, his bright studs gleaming under the lights.

Just as he was about to make contact, Huang Kaiwen stepped forward with his left foot, jumped up while trapping the ball between his feet, and cleared Cannarsa's legs perfectly.

The ball was flicked from behind Huang Kaiwen to the front.

Rainbow flick!!!

"Kaiwen!!!"

"Kaiwen!!!"

"Kaiwen!!!"

The San Siro stadium erupted.

Reggina fell into the same predicament as before; now there were only two defenders in their penalty area, while Milan's two strikers and Kaka were all lurking nearby, eager to pounce.

"Pass!"

Inzaghi raised his hand again, wanting Huang Kaiwen to pass to him.

Huang Kaiwen, who had reached the byline on the left side of the penalty area, played a direct cut-back. Shevchenko, in the middle, saw his eyes light up, started his run quickly, and beat the defender to the ball, sending it straight into the net.

Huang Kaiwen ran over to celebrate, completely ignoring Inzaghi's complaints.

With two strikers on the pitch, giving each one an assist was fair, right?

You, Inzaghi, are a local player, and Shevchenko is about to win the Ballon d'Or.

Both were big shots, and Huang Kaiwen wasn't planning on offending either of them.

If he kept them both happy, who would dare to disrespect him in the locker room?