Silence.
The entire Meazza Stadium was deathly silent.
The Milan fans who had risen to their feet early were all stunned!
Ancelotti clutched his head in both hands, eyes wide.
He simply could not believe what he was seeing.
The broadcast room also fell silent.
But the next second, the whole world erupted!
Crudeli ran wildly around the broadcast booth in excitement. The old commentator was youthful with fervor as he shouted, "Kevin~~~~~~~~~~~Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"A brilliant strike from a genius,"
"A Maradona-style goal!"
"An incomparable work of art. His feet are the greatest gift God ever gave mankind!"
"Poor Toldo. Against an opponent like this, he could only become part of the background. But when he retired, he should feel honored to have become one of the footnotes to this goal. It might be the greatest achievement of his career!"
Ancelotti embraced his assistant coach, jumping around wildly in a manner very much like animals mating.
Ever since Huang Kaiwen had come to Milan,
Ancelotti had been getting more and more fired up.
After recovering from his shock, Shevchenko wanted to celebrate with Huang Kaiwen.
But when he turned around,
he found that Kaka had already jumped onto Huang Kaiwen's back.
The two rushed together beneath the away fans' stand.
"Kevin!"
"Kevin!"
"Kevin!"
The Rossoneri frantically waved scarves and jerseys, shouting at the top of their lungs.
Even Barbara was affected by them.
She shouted along until her face turned red.
"Keep an eye on that number 10."
"Press him together later. Don't let him hold the ball for too long again."
Zanetti faithfully carried out his duties, encouraging his teammates to defend.
But even the Argentine hard man had no confidence in his heart.
Could technique like that really be stopped?
Even the usually proud Dutch winger Van der Meyde