After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 351 - 0179 Manchester by the Sea (subscribe please)_3

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Real Madrid organized an attack, Beckham sent a long pass down the left flank.

Huang Kaiwen jumped to chest the ball, gave it a light touch with his thigh, then used his left foot to flick it again as it fell, quickly passing it to the front.

"Carlos is too aggressive in his attack, Huang Kaiwen passes to Carlos in front," the commentator noted.

"Brazilian defenders have this trait in common. Serginho was aggressive in attack at Milan, and now at Real Madrid, Carlos is the same. Huang Kaiwen should be able to adapt; he has had great cooperation with Serginho before."

"Carlos is ready to forcefully accelerate and cut inside. Xavi Venta brings down Carlos—Real Madrid wins a free kick on the front left field. Let’s see if Huang Kaiwen takes it or Beckham."

As Huang Kaiwen walked forward, he saw Beckham jogging over, so he didn’t hurry to the spot of the foul.

"Let Kevin take it, move aside for Kevin!"

Capello shouted from the sidelines.

Beckham turned his head to look at Capello, incredulously pointing to his own head.

"Yes, you, let Kevin take the free kick," Capello continued to shout.

Beckham reluctantly gave up the position.

Huang Kaiwen shrugged at Beckham; this was certainly not an opportunity he, Mr. Huang, had snatched.

The spot of the foul wasn’t far from the penalty area.

But on the left side, the diagonal distance to the goal was still about 30 meters.

Before, Huang Kaiwen had always taken shots at the air valve.

Having drawn [C.Ronaldo] today, he should aim for the air valve even more.

The banana kick was made for this position.

After placing the ball, Huang Kaiwen stood to the side and slightly behind it.

Inside the penalty area, players from both teams were tensely jostling for position. The two-man wall of Quique Alvarez and Juan Peña seemed a bit thin.

The assistant referee stood not far from Huang Kaiwen with a small flag in hand.

All eyes around the world were fixed on Huang Kaiwen.

Real Madrid fans didn’t even dare to breathe loudly, fearing they might affect Huang Kaiwen’s free-kick.

In the box, Inzaghi complained, "Kevin’s already playing in a match, and we still don’t know when our league will resume. Ah, I’m really envious of this guy."

"Stop complaining, Filippo. We won the World Cup this summer, and now you should rightly wish Kevin well," Maldini said.

"It doesn’t matter; surely Kevin will score," Kaka said with a sunny smile, "Kevin has a hundred ways to kick the ball into the net from here."

"I don’t think he’ll make it," Inzaghi joked, waggling a finger, "Our first bet of the new season, how about it, boys?"

"Don’t even mention anything less than 50,000."

Kaka said, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright, make it 100,000!"

Inzaghi said through gritted teeth.

Damn it.

Since Huang Kaiwen had left, he should also make a comeback.

Kaka wasn’t too concerned about the 100,000 euros; his gaze fixed on Huang Kaiwen on the field, praying.

Kevin, score a goal!

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Huuh—

Standing with his legs apart behind the ball, Huang Kaiwen took a breath, touched the ground with his toes, and started his run-up.

After two steps, his left foot reached the area behind and beside the ball.

Huang Kaiwen swung his right foot, contacting the back of the ball with the instep of his right foot.

Bang—

The ball spun rapidly past the edge of the wall and into the penalty area. The ball’s flight was low and it dropped quickly. Van Nistelrooy and Arubareṅa correctly let it pass by; the ball, bouncing off the ground, flew under their legs.

Sebastian Vieira reached out sideways to touch the ball, but with its strong spin, it ricocheted off his glove and sped toward the right side of the goal. Vieira’s dive was too late; the ball had already hit inside the net of the goal.

Boom—

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

Meringue shouted this world-resounding name for the first time.

Half of Madrid was in an uproar.

The Spanish commentator repeatedly yelled, "Goal"!

And in the Apennines, all of Italy was watching the 7Gold live broadcast.

Crudeli once again erupted with passion, "Kevin!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"In the 9th minute of the first half, Kevin scored with a lift shot, breaking through Villarreal’s goal. Even not playing in the UEFA Champions League, Villarreal couldn’t escape the fate of being scored upon by Kevin."

"I’ve never really liked Capello, thinking his football style is quite ugly, but Capello does have one redeeming quality—he’s very clear-headed. When Beckham was about to take the free kick, Capello resolutely ordered him to step aside. Now, he’s reaped the rewards. Capello must be very clear about one thing—as long as Kevin is comfortable taking shots, his team will win everything!"

"Although it saddens me to see Kevin wearing a Real Madrid jersey, I know that one day the best players will return to Milan. In the meantime, all we can do is wait patiently."

"Congratulations to Kevin for scoring his first goal in La Liga. I believe this is just the beginning."

"Di Stefano is applauding Kevin, this Real Madrid legend will soon witness the birth of a new legend."

"Milan’s players are in the box, look, Inzaghi is so moved he’s about to cry. No wonder Kevin is Milan’s most popular player."

After scoring, Huang Kaiwen waved to the box, only to be hugged by Raul and Carlos.

"Nice goal!" Raul said with a smile.

"Your goal reminds me of Juninho Pernambucano," Carlos said, looking up.

Huang Kaiwen nodded with a smile.

But this time he hadn’t kicked well; the ball had a spin.

Usually, it should have no spin.

He’d try a knee-powered curling shot if he got the chance later.

Capello laughed heartily on the sidelines as if his hands were not his own, clapping vigorously.

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