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Huang Kaiwen and George both held back.

Even so, both of them still scored and assisted with ease.

Huang Kaiwen even chipped the ball straight from the backfield and hit the post, with George charging into the box to bury the rebound.

A 5–1 scoreline was generous enough.

At the very least, Beijing Guoan were basically worth 2.4 Real Madrids, putting them at Europe's elite level.

As he acknowledged the fans, Huang Kaiwen felt a little regretful. His strength had improved rather slowly over the years. He only had a few traits that made him better with age, plus a template that was not too outrageous.

They barely even drug-tested him anymore.

Otherwise, he would have improved even faster.

Even in his early forties, Huang the Ball King still had a strong sense of crisis.

Although every player in European football was now quite far behind him.

What if some young player cut from an academy suddenly achieved enlightenment while working at a restaurant?

A good 211 university was no worse than a vocational school, and a good restaurant might not be worse than a top club either. They had trained for so many years.

Why couldn't an academy player who had been cut achieve enlightenment and become Pele?

Perhaps if they went one step further, they would be about on Huang the Ball King's level?

He had played football for half his life, yet still feared that his status might one day be lost.

All Huang Kaiwen could do was sigh and silently head toward the locker room.

The mixed zone.

George had always been the center of attention.

"George, what do you think about the China National Team being drawn into the group of death?"

"Will Australia pose a threat to us?"

"Some fans say the final eighteen