Lorenzo Torriani stood blankly in front of the goal.
No, Captain, you were serious?
He had not even had time to react to that shot before he felt a fierce gust whip past his ear.
It was his first time experiencing such a scorching sensation.
The wind had made his ear ache!
Fuck, had the captain found out about him badmouthing him with Huang Mosi before?
But Huang Mosi had been the one talking.
So sons could curse their fathers, but teammates were not allowed to discuss them?
"Goal!!!"
"Kevin scores!!!"
"Kevin has scored again to complete his hat trick. We've just received the data on that shot—it traveled at 178 kilometers per hour. For Kevin, that can only be considered fairly fast. It hasn't reached his limit yet."
"Yes, Kevin has struck shots at 220 kilometers per hour before," Andrea Pirlo said. "Feeling that speed from the side is like standing in the path of a gale."
"Did you ever fill in as a goalkeeper during your time at Milan?"
"I did, but Kevin rarely hit powerful shots back then. Generally, his teammates never got to experience one of his thunderous strikes," Andrea Pirlo said with a smile.
The two commentators chatted and laughed.
Torriani still had not recovered.
If you had not been there yourself, it was hard to understand.
Such a huge ball had come flying at him like a bullet.
It had made his heart pound wildly.
He did not know whether getting hit by a Huang Kaiwen shot would kill him, but he definitely would not escape with just a concussion.
"Hey, the match is still going. The referee has already urged you on."
Scalvini reminded him.
Torriani nodded and lowered his head to fish the ball out of the net.
The moment he touched