Kaka immediately jumped onto Huang Kaiwen's back.
He shouted excitedly, "Go, go, go!"
Huang Kaiwen carried Kaka toward the away supporters' stand, drawing a wave of screams from the Milan fans. More and more female fans were traveling with the team for away matches now.
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin!!!"
Shevchenko turned around, ready to celebrate with them, and watched the two figures disappear into the distance.
His outstretched arms had nowhere to go, so he could only lower them awkwardly.
Some fans on the forums were laughing themselves silly.
"Shevchenko missed out on the celebration again."
"How could there possibly be room for a third person between Huang Kaiwen and Kaka?"
"It was clearly a movie for three, yet I never got a role."
"At this rate, Shevchenko is going to ask for a transfer." "Huang Kaiwen is seriously bizarre. He's still in such great form after getting injured. How many times has he been injured this season already?"
"If Van Basten had been as durable as Huang Kaiwen, he wouldn't have had to retire so early."
PSV Eindhoven had made it to the UEFA Champions League semifinals, so they were no weak side.
Three goals down on aggregate, PSV Eindhoven went completely mad.
Playing at home, PSV Eindhoven were bursting with energy, especially Park Ji-sung on the left and Farfan on the right.
The Peruvian Farfan was almost unstoppable whenever he had the ball.
Even against Maldini, he could still get his pass away.
Ancelotti watched with great interest.
The portly coach was already thinking about poaching Farfan in the summer.
Next season, Farfan and Huang Kaiwen could fly down the wings together.
During a midfield tussle, Ambrosini made a mistake.
The ball fell to Van Bommel.
Huang Kaiwen pressed him, and Van Bommel quickly played it to Cocu.