He was numb!
Second Maldini had never imagined that he would score in a World Cup final—and it was a goddamn worldie!
If it hadn't gone into his own net, he could have bragged about it for the rest of his life.
Still sprawled on the ground, Second Maldini looked toward the right flank with resentment.
Kevin, why couldn't you just stay on the left? Why did you have to come over to the right? Look what happened now!
He had only ever scored one own goal in his life.
But there was no need to think about it—this one was absolutely historic.
The next time any football show did a compilation, it would definitely make the list.
Even though he was not particularly concerned with saving face, Daniel Maldini still felt awful.
"Uncle Kevin!~~~"
Still lying on the ground without getting up, Second Maldini protested, "Are you trying to kill me?"
Huang Kaiwen crouched down, torn between laughter and tears. "It was just an ordinary pass. I didn't expect your clearance to be so incredible... Hahaha."
Huang Kaiwen could not hold it in any longer.
The second young master rolled his eyes so hard they nearly turned white.
Once they got back home, he might even have to take the blame.
Huang Kaiwen reached out and pulled him up, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he comforted him. "It's no big deal. Just endure it and it'll pass. Look at Carragher—he scored so many own goals and he's still living just fine, isn't he?"
"How can I compare myself to someone like him?"
The second young master replied irritably.
After all, he made his living with his face.
If people heard his introduction and immediately thought of an own goal, what would happen to his dignity?
"That goal