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Each time the stadium DJ announced a name, Milan's fans erupted in cheers.

When he got to Huang Kaiwen's name.

The fans unleashed their greatest passion. Even Inter Milan supporters joined in the applause, showing their support for the victim.

Moratti's expression in the private box was terrible.

Lately, everyone had been condemning him, yet he himself was completely baffled.

Because he had not done it at all.

The media's reports were so detailed that even he began to wonder whether some Inter Milan executive had been behind it.

On the pitch.

Ancelotti and Mancini, those old rivals, shook hands. The captains exchanged pennants and tossed the coin, and once the formalities were over, the players returned to their respective halves.

"I'll pass to you more today." Kaka loosened his ankles and turned to Huang Kaiwen.

"OK, OK. It's no big deal."

Huang Kaiwen waved dismissively.

Kaka had clearly misunderstood. With a serious expression, he said to Huang Kaiwen, "Don't be afraid. As long as you have faith, no one can defeat you."

Fine, you're right.

Huang Kaiwen immediately changed his expression, nodded solemnly, and clenched his fist. "Then let them face justice's judgment today."

Shevchenko turned back and patted Huang Kaiwen on the shoulder, consoling him. "You don't have to carry this alone. We're teammates."

"Don't worry, we all support you."

What else could Huang Kaiwen say?

With a "moved" expression, he nodded heavily at his teammates.

His teammates had said so much; naturally, Huang had to accept their goodwill. He could not waste their kindness.

As the "victim," he had to bravely step forward and confront the "perpetrators."

He would crush their conspiracy with his ability.

How inspirational!

At 7:30 p.m., referee Rosetti blew the opening whistle.

"Milan, Milan!"

Amid the fans' cries, Shevchenko tapped the ball back.

Kaka was pressed as soon as he received it. Vieri, who was in a difficult spot himself, also wanted to win back Inter Milan's fans.

Seeing no one near Huang Kaiwen, he immediately played a square pass.

After receiving the ball, Huang Kaiwen drove forward.

He had noticed during the warm-up that [Meazza] had exceptional ball control.

Even Huang Kaiwen was afraid to face himself like this, yet Mancini had actually chosen to have Emre Belozoglu, an attacking midfielder, mark him.

He opened with another Croqueta.

After the previous match, Huang Kaiwen had grown especially fond of this dribbling move.

It did not look particularly flashy, but it was extremely practical.

As his shoulders swayed, he pushed the ball toward his opponent. Just as Emre Belozoglu stretched out a foot, Huang Kaiwen knocked the ball to the left with his right foot.

He then carried it away with his left, easily beating his opponent.

"Beautiful!"

"Huang Kaiwen's Croqueta may be the least showy in football—smooth and natural, as though it had been born that way."

Cambiasso and Favalli rushed toward Huang Kaiwen almost simultaneously.

Before the match, the coach had instructed them to pay special attention to this guy.

Huang Kaiwen took one look and thought, What the hell did I do? Two players are coming to defend me at once.

Seeing that, he did not dare hold the ball any longer. He quickly turned sideways and sent a diagonal pass into the middle.

Kaka accelerated past Stankovic the instant he received the ball. Before the opposing defenders could react, he adjusted just outside the penalty area and shot.

Fontana barely managed to tip the ball over the crossbar.

Before his injuries, Kaka had been a formidable long-range shooter, scoring more goals from distance than anyone else in football during this period.

Andrea Pirlo took the corner, and Materazzi rose above Crespo to clear it.

"The tempo has been very fast from the start today."

"Yes, the Milan derby is always this exciting. Both sides possess world-class tactical and technical ability, their starting lineups are packed with stars, and there are countless big names on the benches too. Milan have Alessandro Costacurta, Kaladze, Ambrosini, Seedorf, Rui Costa, Inzaghi... while Inter Milan have Toldo, Cruz, Davids, Van der Meyde, Martins, Ze Maria. Any one of these players could start for another team. Other than the two Milan clubs, it is difficult to find benches this luxurious."

"That's true... the ball is in the attacking third. Veron plays a through ball, and Adriano receives it."

"Oh dear, that long shot was way off. It would not have threatened Dida even if he had stood still."

"Adriano's opening shot was indeed below his usual standard. Hopefully, he can gradually find his form."

Clutching a stopwatch, Ancelotti had no interest whatsoever in the opposition's attack.

His eyes remained fixed on Huang Kaiwen.

Every time Huang Kaiwen played, he kept track of the time.

Ancelotti had also noticed a pattern.

As long as Huang Kaiwen could last five minutes, the chances of him getting injured in that match were very low.

That was why the opening few minutes terrified him the most.

After the two sides battled in midfield for a while, Huang Kaiwen received the ball again.

Huang Kaiwen immediately knocked it behind Belozoglu, then burst forward and forced his way past him.

The Milan fans in the stands roared wildly.

In front of Inter Milan's bench, Mancini's face grew darker and darker.

He had watched Milan's Champions League match against Barcelona and thought Rijkaard's post-match claim that Huang Kaiwen's style was unpredictable had merely been an excuse for Barcelona's failure to prepare properly for him.

But seeing him today, it really was not nonsense.

In the previous match, Huang Kaiwen had beaten players with changes of pace. Why was he now crushing them with pure speed?

This time, once he reached the attacking third, Cambiasso did not come over. Huang Kaiwen drove diagonally toward the box with Favalli on him.

On the touchline, Ancelotti's heart leaped into his throat.

If your body was not up to it, then stop forcing yourself!

After entering the box, Huang Kaiwen slid a pass through to Crespo.

Materazzi had Crespo pinned down, leaving him unable to turn. He chose to pass it back to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen received the ball on the edge of the box and saw that no one was marking him.

He nudged the ball slightly, swung his right leg, and fired.

Bang—

The shot came extremely suddenly. Inter Milan's players had all been drawn toward Crespo and Shevchenko inside the penalty area.

By the time they tried to react, it was already too late.

One step behind, always behind.

Even as Inter Milan goalkeeper Fontana launched himself through the air, he could only become part of the backdrop, eyes wide as he watched the ball fly past his hand and into the net.

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooal!"

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooal!"

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooal!"

"Kevin has given Milan the lead with a long-range strike. This is the best possible response to Inter Milan."

"His scoring efficiency is simply too high. I can almost understand Inter Milan's actions—this version of Kevin is someone no opponent wants to face."

Kaka and Shevchenko ran up from either side, put their arms around Huang Kaiwen, and ran together toward the stands.

Crespo remained where he was, realizing he seemed a little unnecessary.

The three players raised their arms and shouted toward the stands, sending the Milan fans into another frenzy.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

Quite a few female fans practically wanted to lick their screens. This team was just too handsome.

Ancelotti glanced down at his watch. Six and a half minutes. He beamed like a 180-pound child.