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"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

At that moment, Delle Alpi Stadium was less than half full.

The Juventus supporters still in the stands had started switching sides.

There was no hope left anyway. They might as well stay and admire Huang Kaiwen's skills. At least from a footballing perspective, this was still quite an entertaining match.

It would have been even better if it were not their own team constantly conceding.

Marchisio stood rooted to the spot with his hands on his hips.

Compared with most of the team, he, a product of Juventus's academy, felt even worse.

It had been twenty years since he entered the Juventus academy. Needless to say, his feelings for the club ran deep.

Moreover, he was only three years younger than Huang Kaiwen, and their careers had overlapped extensively.

It could be said that Marchisio's entire career had been lived beneath Huang Kaiwen's shadow.

He gained nothing from Calciopoli. Instead, he was relegated alongside the team. When Juventus were glorious, he was still a child; by the time he had grown up, Juventus could no longer win any meaningful trophies.

Their last Coppa Italia triumph dated back to the season before Huang Kaiwen joined AC Milan.

He had still been in the youth team then.

When Italy won in 2006, he had not even made the national squad.

That made the current situation extremely awkward.

As a key player developed by a giant club's academy and the designated future captain, Marchisio's trophy room at home was completely empty. The only thing he could show off was the Italian Youth League title from the 2005-06 season.

Pick any fringe player at Milan—De Sciglio, for example, who had only recently made the first team—and they would have far more honours than him.

A fallen giant?

Those words were