Third Maldini looked down at his own feet, then stared at Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen had definitely done that on purpose.
But he couldn't understand how Huang Kaiwen had judged the position of his teammate.
Even if he could hear sounds, could he really tell friend from foe that way?
That was too outrageous.
As for becoming a backdrop, it wasn't exactly something to be ashamed of.
After all, he was up against the man who had held the title of world number one for nearly thirty years.
Raspadori looked at Third Maldini, trying to get an explanation.
"Your mom was so close to you—why didn't you just shoot?"
Third Maldini shrugged and pointed at Huang Kaiwen, indicating that he had wanted a corner.
"Get up there, Paolo!!!"
Carl, who had taken the ball from the ball boy, let out a roar that scared the Italian players into scrambling back.
But Carl's throwing arm abruptly changed direction, and he tossed the ball to Huang Kaiwen in front of the penalty area.
Third Maldini: ...
He and Raspadori had already run past the center circle. This made them look pretty stupid.
Huang Kaiwen couldn't help shaking his head with a smile.
After all, they were facing their club teammates. Those little brats were still a little too excited.
Since the Italian players weren't pressing, Huang Kaiwen couldn't be bothered to pass forward. He held the ball in the backfield and waited for his teammates to get into position.
Huang Paolo was running back, trying to drop deep and offer support.
Liberali directly grabbed the back of his shirt.
"Hey, don't make me beat you up, asshole," Huang Paolo said with a smile.
He and Liberali had been friends since their academy days, despite their five-year age gap.
Though they hadn't been