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304: 0165 The Flying Dutchman (Please Subscribe) 304: 0165 The Flying Dutchman (Please Subscribe) Huang Kaiwen followed his teammates out of the tunnel to warm up.

The Stade de France imdiately erupted with distinctly contrasting sounds.

Cheers and jeers interwoven, religious and political passions collided.

The stands where Barcelona fans were gathered.

Besides banners supporting the team, there were also slogans backing Catalonia’s independence.

Everyone in the stadium could place their faith.

Whatever you think football represents,

that’s what it embodies.

The significance of football always transcends the sport itself.

The long-absent nickna was once again being called out.

“Saint Kevin!”

“Saint Kevin!”

“Saint Kevin!”

Every ti Huang Kaiwen touched the ball, the local fans were ecstatic.

Pirlo lofted a pass.

Huang Kaiwen volleyed directly into the far corner, the ball soared over Dida’s outstretched fingers.

Kaka made a run and passed shortly, Huang Kaiwen used the tip of his boot to stop the ball, turn and volley, and the ball once again flew into the goal.

Such a shooting accuracy, even for Huang Kaiwen, seed exaggerated.

Maldini called his defensive teammates to defend together against the attacks by Huang Kaiwen, Kaka, and Pirlo.

As Kaka moved, he spread the ball to Pirlo on the right, who without stopping it, sent a long pass into the box, and Huang Kaiwen simply did an aerial side hook, sending the ball into the goal once again.

“Saint Kevin!”

“Saint Kevin!”

“Saint Kevin!”

The Stade de France erupted once again with thunderous applause.

Even the black and striped shirts couldn’t contain such fiery passion; the red beca even more dazzling.

In the front row of the stands, a young fan vigorously shook a plastic Champions League Trophy.

So keen-eyed fans recognized him.

He was the little guy who had accidentally helped Milan counter-attack and score against Ro; unexpectedly, he really had beco a Milan fan.

In contrast, there was silence from the Barcelona side.

The Barcelona players warming up looked towards Milan’s half, all silent.

The promising youngster Lionel ssi, who had perford well this season, could only sit in the stands due to injury, flanked by his father Jorge and Argentinian legend Maradona.

Maradona dared not go to Italy, but there was no problem in France.

“He’s very strong!”

ssi said with a serious face.

“Yes, those shots were sowhat impressive, almost like mine,” Maradona said with a chuckle.

ssi did not respond, but he knew that for Barcelona players to shoot, even Ronaldo would find it hard to deliver such power, curve, and angle in one shot.

Let alone a no-touch volley!

Every ti ssi saw Huang Kaiwen,

he felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

It was like finally passing Level 8 in a difficult exam and feeling joyful, only to discover a roommate had translated “The Comprehensive Mirror in Aid of Governance” into ten languages with elegance and ease, making what you took pride in seem as simple as eating and drinking for soone else.

In this world, so geniuses simply defy logic.

The director’s cara briefly captured Maradona and ssi.

This match,

seed like a carnival of the world.

It was also a contest of the heritage of two powerhouses.

Every one of the legends for both teams had been famous during their player careers, and every star fan was a household na in their respective fields.

Add to that the neutral fans and football industry insiders, and the Stade de France was filled with thousands of public figures.

There were no fewer than 20 Hollywood stars in attendance.

Along with racers, musicians, singers, writers, and athletes from various other sports.

Young people could find pop idols in the stands and on the pitch.

Middle-aged fans could see early legends from both teams.

Everyone could find a reflection of their youth in the stands.

As the players walked back,

the world was already eagerly anticipating the start of football’s feast.

In the tunnel,

the Milan players all wore brand-new boots.

Sponsor Adi claid they were a special edition for the Champions League final, and they were even ready for sale.

Huang Kaiwen was wearing headgear.

It offered more protection than his previous mask, black and transparent materials made the black part more noticeable, and the headgear looked much better aesthetically than the previous mask.

Huang Kaiwen was very satisfied.

With Puyol’s aggressive defending, it’s beneficial to wear so protective gear.

Even if he used the “Immunity Card,” pain was sothing only the sufferer knew.

Maldini, leading the way, patted the ball boy, who instinctively dodged and cried out in a youthful voice, “I want Puyol.”

Laughter erupted in the tunnel, Maldini shook his head with a wry smile; his own sons had defected, and now even the ball boys didn’t favor him.

Puyol deliberately went up to shake hands with the little ball boy, but the boy suddenly withdrew his hand, placed his thumb on his nose, and whimsically waved his small palm to taunt Puyol.

The Milan players laughed in delight.

After the deed, the little guy spontaneously high-fived Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and grabbed the little guy’s hand.

This kid had potential.

To deceive Barcelona players with his acting,

he might have a better future in show business than in football.

The players from both teams, following the referees, walked out of the tunnel once again.

The atmosphere in the Stade de France instantly heightened.

The French had put on a white shirt performance,

but the coaches of both teams captured the most attention.

The Sun newspaper had already disclosed that the Cardinal in red from the Archdiocese of Milan, Achille Ratti, was among the Milan coaching staff, and Rijkaard had brought in help from his native Surina.

Rijkaard and Ancelotti had been teammates at AC Milan.

But their reunion was not very pleasant.

Dressed in a gray suit, Rijkaard greeted with a handshake and a smile, “Long ti no see, Carlo.”