The packed San Siro Stadium erupted in chaos and heat!
Arsenal fans leapt from their seats,
Waving flags wildly and pounding the railings in front of them!
Deafening cheers filled the sky above San Siro!
"He scored again! Again!!"
"GOOOAAALLLL!!!"
"My God, am I dreaming?!"
"Another long-range screamer—this time from a free kick!!"
The Milan commentators were stunned, clutching their heads in disbelief.
"Over 40 yards out—a tomahawk-style elevator free kick!"
"This is insane!"
"Textbook perfection!"
"3–0!!"
"My God… it's him again—Kai!!"
"What kind of monster is this guy?! This is turning into a massacre!"
Even the commentary booth was panicking.
In the stands, Milan fans fell into dead silence.
They couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Since Pirlo was moved to attacking midfielder,
One back pass mistake, one tactical foul to "make up for it"...
And yet—
Arsenal's midfield genius had turned a free kick from so far out
Into another world-class goal.
It was now 3–0!
Milan fans couldn't accept it.
Their team came to the Champions League as Serie A double winners.
But in the very first group stage match, before half-time—
They'd already been smashed with three goals!
It felt like a repeat of that night in Istanbul years ago—
Except this time, they weren't the ones leading at half-time.
"WTF! WTF! Captain, that goal was way too cool!!"
On the pitch, Kai's teammates ran over in shock and awe.
Kai threw his arm high—
And led all the Arsenal players charging toward the fans!
A wave of cheers engulfed him like a tidal wave.
Arsenal supporters screamed and shouted without restraint!
Milan's players stood on the field, heavy with emotion.
Pirlo's flowing hair looked disheveled, his gaze locked on the celebrating Gunners.
In that crowd, Kai shone the brightest.
All across the pitch, the Rossoneri were silent.
On the sidelines, the Italian media panned their cameras across each of Milan's stars—
And eventually shut them off altogether.
"There's nothing left to report.
Down 3–0 at halftime… with Kai's current form, there's no way Milan can turn this around."
The Italian press was utterly pessimistic.
"How can you say that? We have to believe in Pirlo! In Gattuso! In Pato!"
One reporter—clearly a diehard Milan fan—immediately objected.
"Come on, those three have all been completely destroyed…
By just one guy wearing the Arsenal No. 10 jersey!
How do you expect fans to believe in them after this?!"
The media section descended into chaos.
All around them, the once-mighty San Siro was drowning in noise and disbelief.
And with Kai's third goal of the half—
The remaining minutes flew by.
The referee blew the whistle for halftime.
San Siro's 80,000 seats had become a carnival of English celebration.
Meanwhile, fans back in China sat glued to their screens.
Barrage comments poured in joyfully:
"Kai is making his name in one match! On his Champions League debut,
he's dragging a world-class midfield legend off the throne—and humiliating a former Golden Boy winner!"
"Make his name? What are you talking about?
He's already world-famous! He was the first player in history with a transfer over 100 million!
Who else in world football can compare?"
"Wait… could Arsenal really win the Champions League this season?"
A soul-shaking question was raised across China's fanbase.
It was almost too much to believe—
Would Arsenal's decades-long drought of European glory…
Finally be broken in the very season Kai joined them?
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. It's just the first group stage match!"
"Let's see how Arsenal performs later. No popping champagne just yet!"
"Say no more, brothers—I'm off to grab a jersey!
Arsenal's official site is about to release the second wave of Kai's shirts—it's first come, first serve!
I don't care if I have to sell my stove—I'm getting one!"
"Sigh… my Pirlo! He's supposed to be at the peak of his powers.
Who could've predicted he'd run into a monster like Kai?"
"Guys, I just saw the perfect line somewhere, and I have to share it:
'Play like Pirlo and you can be a midfield maestro; play like Kai, and you'll be the god of midfield history!'"
"Damn… that line cuts deep!"
On-site,
The noise inside San Siro never stopped.
Fifteen minutes of halftime flew by.
Second Half Begins
Milan fans still clung to a glimmer of hope for a miracle comeback.
But they were quickly doused in cold water.
Allegri played every card he had.
Yet Arsenal continued to dominate the game completely.
By the 70th minute, Pirlo, unable to keep up with Kai's relentless pressing,
was substituted.
No applause came from San Siro.
Milan fans stared with mixed emotions at the man who once filled them with immense pride.
Tonight, the legendary maestro of San Siro…
had become nothing more than the backdrop for Kai's rise.
In contrast, Arsenal's onslaught kept coming in waves.
76th minute—the Gunners stormed again!
Kai once again stood at the center circle arc and launched a looping long pass.
Substitute Giroud got to experience what it felt like to be van Persie.
Giroud controlled the ball but, under pressure from Milan's defense,
dutifully laid it back to the onrushing Kai.
Kai then chipped the ball cleverly, gliding past Abate—
cutting into the box and slotted a perfect cut-back pass!
Giroud tried to turn and shoot—
But Nesta intervened, clearing it.
Then Rosický rushed in and fired a blistering shot!
Abbiati managed to block it with one arm—
The crowd gasped!
The Milan penalty box was in total chaos!
But Kai was there again!
Left-footed follow-up!
Bang! Straight into the net!
Abbiati was beaten once more!
A chaotic scramble inside the box—
4–0!!
The Milan fans sat numb in their seats.
Their eyes filled with despair.
Meanwhile—
The Arsenal away section exploded in thunderous celebration!
San Siro shook with sound!
"Hat-trick! Hat-trick!!"
Kai's teammates all swarmed him!
This goal sealed it—
Kai had completed a Champions League debut hat-trick!
Van Persie, now subbed off and gasping for air, clutched his head.
"Wow… a hat-trick on your Champions League debut?
That used to be my dream, man…"
Back on the sidelines,
London media waved their arms with joy:
"No suspense left. None!"
"This is our London prodigy—the King of Arsenal!"
"Hat-trick and involved in all four goals!
My God… how many players have ever dreamed of this debut?!"
The Gunners fans at San Siro roared louder than ever.
The rest of the match saw no change to the score.
And when the final whistle blew—
Zlatan Ibrahimović, enraged,
picked up the match ball and launched it into the stands with a furious kick.
No post-match handshake, no ceremony—
He stormed straight into the tunnel.
Other Milan players collapsed to the ground,
emotionally and physically drained.
It was a massacre—
A total and humiliating defeat.
On Matchday 1 of the Champions League,
they had been ruthlessly thrashed 4–0
by the youthful storm blowing from England—
right inside the legendary San Siro.
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