0028 Hat Trick Is So Easy (Requesting Recommendation Tickets, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Huang Kaiwen pounced in front of the goal, haha, he and Inzaghi collided, which shows top strikers think alike."

Ancelotti was not in such a good mood.

He watched the field intently and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Huang Kaiwen get up with no issues.

"Hey, kid, if you hadn't meddled, that would've been my goal."

As he walked back, Inzaghi muttered.

Huang Kaiwen put his arm around his shoulder and said, "Next time, I'll let you have it, okay?"

"You'd better keep that promise."

Inzaghi was very concerned with his UEFA Champions League goal count.

He still dreamt of breaking Gerd Müller's record of 68 goals.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely let you have it if I get the chance."

A few minutes later, Kaka advanced with the ball and was forced to pass it back due to multiple defenders blocking him. Seedorf received the ball and passed it to Pirlo at the center circle.

Pirlo looked up, saw the opposition's defense line was high, and decided to boot a long pass.

The ball whistled through the air to the back of Shakhtar Donetsk's defensive line.

As the ball veered right, Inzaghi, realizing Pirlo wasn't being precise, since he was on the left today, wondered if Shevchenko even had the goal-scoring instinct that he, Inzaghi, possessed?

It would've been a wasted pass anyway.

But at the crucial moment, Huang Kaiwen, who was roaming the back line, kicked into gear.

He outran Bagska into the penalty area, and when the ball came down, he chested it forward slightly, then swung his leg for a volley.

This time, he used his right foot.

Bang—

It was still the bottom right corner. Donetsk goalkeeper Yan Lastuvka instinctively stretched out his foot but still couldn't prevent the goal.

Yan Lastuvka felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

The shot was so powerful, he had no chance to make a save.

The physique of Milan's number 10 didn't seem capable of generating such force; it was utterly unscientific. He could only dejectedly retrieve the ball from the net.

Huang Kaiwen, who had just scored, was already running back to embrace Pirlo at midfield who had assisted him.

He, Huang, always remembered the one who provided the well when he drank the water; after a goal, he thought of the assist giver.

He must make every teammate feel loved.

Football was never a one-man sport.

Every player who took the field contributed to the team's victory.

Embracing Pirlo, Huang Kaiwen felt incredibly grand.

He was definitely not just bonding with his teammates for the sake of getting high wages while healing from injuries.

Travelling fans in the away stand loudly chanted Huang Kaiwen's name. Their previous experience led them to be pessimistic about Huang's form, but to their surprise, he was on fire today, playing almost half the game without injury.

If he could keep this up, their AC Milan would have no problem punching Inter Milan and kicking Juventus around.

During the halftime break, Ancelotti quickly grabbed some towels and handed them to the players, then approached Huang Kaiwen, asking with concern, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort in your body?"

"I feel great, coach."

"Good, good, good, that's great. If you feel uncomfortable during the second half, let me know in advance, and I'll sub you out."

"Okay, coach."

Huang Kaiwen was touched but also found it amusing.

His injuries had turned even an honest man like Ancelotti into what he had become.

Returning to the locker room with Sheva and Kaka, Huang Kaiwen was greeted with warm applause.

"You played beautifully today, buddy."

"To score a brace on your UEFA Champions League debut is just amazing!"

"I haven't scored yet today," Inzaghi grumbled.

Huang Kaiwen immediately went over to console him, "Don't worry, you'll score for sure, I'll give you the chance later."

"You said the same thing before, and then you scored."

Huang Kaiwen shrugged and said, "You can't blame me for that, Andre's pass went directly to the right side of the box; even if I didn't shoot, you wouldn't have gotten it."

"Yeah, it's all Andre's fault, he's holding a grudge!" Inzaghi exclaimed like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on, pointing at Pirlo and shouting.

"Idiot."

Pirlo looked at Inzaghi with disdain and rolled his eyes.

Their relationship was very good.

After all, handsome guys tend to appreciate each other, even though Huang Kaiwen wasn't the same type of handsome as Kaka.

This Milan team couldn't be called the absolute best in the world, but in terms of appearance, they could hang Europe out to dry.

"Alright, you played well today,"

Ancelotti didn't say much, just encouraged them with a few words, "You've done well to regain your form; keep it up in the second half, go for it!!!"

...

At the start of the second half, Shakhtar Donetsk made two substitutions to strengthen their attack.

"Shakhtar Donetsk is going for a do-or-die approach; being two goals down, they still have a chance if they fight for it."

"Nice thinking, but it depends on who the opponent is. Ancelotti's AC Milan is a UEFA Champions League-level team, it's not going to be easy to recover two goals against them."

Ancelotti looked at the opponent's substitutions with a disdainful expression on his face.

A team with no flanks, relying solely on one fullback to assist three forwards?

Fat Ancelotti had completely forgotten that before Huang Kaiwen arrived, Milan didn't make much use of the flanks, and their usual formation didn't include wingers at all.

After the substitution, Shakhtar Donetsk looked even more disheveled.

Their defense had worsened considerably.

When Kaka had the ball, he only needed to break through one defensive midfielder to reach the penalty area, which was as easy as eating or drinking for a potential Ballon d'Or winner like Kaka.

He easily left Tuzalum, who was built like a tank, trailing behind him after just a few quick steps.

Then he immediately played a one-two with Inzaghi and burst into the penalty area.

As soon as Srna saw the danger, not worrying about the card he already had, he charged over and tackled Kaka from the side, leaving the Brazilian rolling on the turf clutching his ankle.

Ouch?

Even daring to mess with his, Huang someone's, brother.

That's disrespecting Huang someone.

Huang Kaiwen pushed Srna with one hand, and the German referee quickly came over to intervene, showing Srna a second yellow card and sending him off the field.

"You used your hands, you'll get carded too,"

The referee showed the yellow card to Huang Kaiwen and added an explanation.

Huang Kaiwen simply threw back in German, "Doesn't matter."

After Kaka got up with the help of Huang Kaiwen and moved around a bit, finding he was fine, he sent the medical staff back.

"Are you going to take the kick?"

Pirlo came over and asked.

Huang Kaiwen's free kick skills were still fresh in Pirlo's memory. Usually, when practicing free kicks, one would have a fixed kicking stance, but Huang Kaiwen used two different stances for his two free kicks, with the ball's trajectory being completely different each time.

A knuckleball without any spin, and a curling ball with a powerful twist.

Even Pirlo felt that Huang Kaiwen's talent in free kicks far exceeded his own.

For a guy who hadn't received professional training to easily use various free kick techniques was quite something. Pirlo even suspected that given time, Huang Kaiwen could become the best free kick specialist in football.

So even though his own free kicks were good, he still felt inferior in front of Huang Kaiwen.

"Forget it, you do it, I believe in you, Andre,"

Huang Kaiwen said, patting Pirlo on the shoulder.

Turning his head, Pirlo looked at Huang Kaiwen, filled with emotion. "Then I'll do it!"

Positioned properly, Pirlo took a run-up and swung his arm, curling the ball over the wall straight toward the left side of the goal.

Just when it looked like the ball would go in, at the critical moment, Donetsk goalkeeper Yan Lastuvka extended his foot to block the ball out for a corner.

"It was so close, almost went in."

"Pirlo's free kick was good, and Huang Kaiwen has a shot at free kicks too; Milan is really strong in this area."

"They didn't score, but they still have a chance with the corner."

Standing inside the penalty area and observing the position of the opposing players, Huang Kaiwen quickly made his decision.

He chose to stand in the middle.

After Pirlo took the corner kick, Huang Kaiwen immediately dashed forward.

Approaching the near post, he leaped high and flicked a header past Bags before making contact with the ball.

Being only a meter away from the goal, the ball flew in instantly.

A hat trick!!!