102: 0097 Is he possessed by Yassin (asking for subscriptions, recommendation votes, and monthly tickets)_2 102: 0097 Is he possessed by Yassin (asking for subscriptions, recommendation votes, and monthly tickets)_2 The referee had already urged the game to start.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t say much.
After the game resumed, Milan’s players fought hard, passing the ball to stall for time.
In the 95th minute, Mehuto Gonzalez, the main referee from Spain, blew the whistle to announce the end of regular play.
They were about to enter a total of 30 minutes of overtime.
“Milan’s world-class defense kept making mistakes.”
“Their performance today was terrible; they didn’t live up to their reputation at all.”
“Dida dived, they failed to clear; Kevin dived, they still failed to clear.
Now Milan is down a man, and Kevin has been forced to keep, which is the worst situation possible.”
Crudeli rarely critiqued the Milan players so harshly in the commentary booth.
“They need to take a good look in the mirror and understand who they are.”
“Playing , even if Kevin tries hard, it’s futile.”
“Even if they lose the final, Kevin can still leave Istanbul with his head held high.
One goal, one assist, and he saved a penalty.
He’s already the man of the match today, and even if UEFA doesn’t award it to Kevin, he is still the best performer of the day.”
Most of the fans watching today agreed.
Even the Liverpool fans.
They were stunned by Huang Kaiwen’s performance.
Today, without any fancy dribbling, Huang Kaiwen still created several goals.
His defense was aggressive, and more ridiculously, he saved a penalty.
If it weren’t for Milan’s mistakes, they would have already lost the match.
Fortunately, the scales of victory were now tipping toward them.
The stadium had over 70,000 fans.
Already, 50,000 were singing the Liverpool anthem.
The locals and the Liverpool fans were having a great time together.
“Through the wind, through the rain, though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on with hope in your heart, and you’ll never walk alone, you’ll never walk alone…”
Back in the locker room.
The atmosphere was completely different from before.
The same locker room.
45 minutes had passed, and the situation had changed drastically.
The champagne on the floor and the ceiling hadn’t dried yet.
Milan had fallen from heaven, with half a foot already on the cliff’s edge.
“It’s my fault for not reminding you all to be cautious; I was too careless today,” Ancelotti took the blame for himself, saying, “We were outsmarted, I really didn’t expect that guy to have so many tactics.
You all performed excellently today, and it’s also my fault for not making timely adjustments in the second half.”
“Boss, you don’t need to say that.”
Nesta stood up, saying, “I didn’t play well, sorry everyone.”
“Me too,” Maldini muttered.
“Sorry, sorry…” Dida sat there, tears streaming down his face, clutching his hair in apology.
Tears kept falling through his fingers.
As happy as they were before,
now they were just as dejected.
Even Kaka looked unusually downhearted.
When things get tough, they still rely on him, Huang.
When it comes to renegotiating his contract, he’d have to ask Barbara for more money.
Huang Kaiwen stood up, walked to the center of the locker room, and fixing his gaze on Ancelotti, asked, “Have we lost yet?”
Huang Kaiwen’s aura was strong now.
“Exactly,” Huang Kaiwen then turned to Maldini, raising his voice, “Have we lost, Paul?”
Huang Kaiwen slapped Maldini’s shoulder.
Maldini shouted loudly.
Huang Kaiwen, staring at Maldini, began to shout, “Others can be downhearted, but what’s the captain’s responsibility?
Is the captain’s armband just for decoration, or is it there to prevent varicose veins in your arm?”
“The captain is the core of the team, the soul of the team, who needs to inspire teammates in tough times, understand?”
Maldini looked down a bit ashamed.
Huang Kaiwen continued to look around, addressing his teammates: “Since we haven’t lost yet, who are you crying for?
I know you think I’m doomed to fail as a keeper, but I just saved another penalty, you understand?
I saved 14 penalties from that bastard Filippo this morning, making it 15 total with the one I just saved.
Doesn’t that give you confidence?”
Inzaghi muttered, but upon catching Huang Kaiwen’s fierce glance, he quickly shut up.
“When we get back on the field, show what you can do.
Don’t fucking disappoint me.
As for the goalkeeping, leave it to me.
I think none of you knows better how to keep than I do.”
Huang Kaiwen looked around again, asking, “Can you do that?”
Seizing the opportunity,
Huang Kaiwen sat next to Dida again.
To ask him for some tips on handling the ball.
Dida couldn’t wait to pass on all his skills to Huang Kaiwen to make up for his mistakes.
This somewhat lifted everyone’s spirits.
Huang Kaiwen finally took a deep breath.
He, a Milan organizer, was now playing both mother and father.
Wanting to sit in the stands and make money wasn’t so easy, was it?
They definitely had to raise his pay during the renegotiation.
After a ten-minute break,
the Milan players finally rallied their spirits.
But the whole world was still not optimistic about Milan clinching the championship.
Following the big earnings of Barbara, William Hill had adjusted the odds for Milan to win the championship again.
Though Barbara making money didn’t stop them from earning,
for capitalists, the amount of the payouts meant losses of equal value.
Especially with such drastic odds.
Because of this, William Hill even changed their CEO.