After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 352 - 0179 Manchester by the Sea (subscribe please)_4

This goal meant more than just a goal; it represented that Fabio Capello’s coaching career had entered the fast lane, and now no one could stop him from becoming the best coach in Europe!

But before that, he needed just a little bit of help.

Nobody knew how much Ancelotti had spent to hire that Wizard.

The last time, the Bone Dragon Master only charged 82.5, so Capello felt that money shouldn’t be a problem.

After the game restarted, the Yellow Submarine maintained their attacking stance.

Pellegrini’s tactics were never negative; he emphasized ball control, but what he demanded was effective possession.

Last season, Villarreal only had a possession rate of 52%, but while their forwards maintained a high degree of freedom, they were constantly moving; Pellegrini believed that possession was for creating opportunities, not just for the sake of holding the ball.

When Riquelme took the ball, the Yellow Submarine’s full-backs began to move up aggressively.

Arubareṅa received the ball and immediately encountered Beckham’s pressure. Arubareṅa didn’t take Beckham seriously, attempting to accelerate and break through, but Beckham timed it perfectly and easily poked the ball away.

Mahamadou Diarra pushed the ball forward.

Capello could be heard shouting, "To the left, damn it to the left, who do you think you are?"

Diarra turned his head to observe, passed the ball ahead of Huang Kaiwen, and ran back.

Huang Kaiwen turned and sprinted towards the ball.

Senna reacted quickly, but in the physical challenge, Senna couldn’t gain the upper hand; he was blocked by Huang Kaiwen, unable to get ahead.

The two tangled and ran forward.

Xavi Venta was ready to move in for the tackle.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly came to a sharp stop, his left foot heel-flicking the ball to his right, twisting his torso and raising his arms to carry the ball sideways. Juan Peña was waiting for a chance to tackle, but Huang Kaiwen was already half-turned and kicked the back of the ball with his right foot.

Juan Peña and Xavi Venta had to quickly turn around to try to block the shot.

The ball curved over Peña’s shoulder, heading straight for the top-right corner of the goal.

Sebastian Vieira dived for it, but the ball had already passed over his stretched arms and into the junction of the post and crossbar.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Just 1 minute 13 seconds after his last goal, Kevin scores another one."

"A long shot, a right-footed long shot. Both of Kevin’s goals today were with his right foot. I said before you can’t tell if Kevin’s preferred foot is his left or right. Juan Peña is waiting for the ball under Kevin’s feet, and how is it? Kevin didn’t even wait for his left foot, dreaming to rely on his preferred foot against Kevin!"

"Serie A not starting isn’t bad, I think this year’s La Liga will be even more exciting."

The forum exploded with discussion.

"Damn, Huang Kaiwen that guy is showing off again."

"This is normal, Huang Kaiwen’s football is absolutely awesome."

"Damn it, I thought that shot was Kaka’s, Huang Kaiwen doesn’t usually shoot from distance."

"Hey, although I hate to admit it, Huang Kaiwen’s arsenal is very rich; he doesn’t shoot from distance just because he doesn’t feel like it."

"Huan makes sense, looks like it’s not far off for Huang Kaiwen to score a hat-trick."

"I’ve said it before, there’s probably no one in the forum who knows Huang Kaiwen better than I. When I have time, I’ll write a technical analysis of Huang Kaiwen for all of you to see."

"Damn, Huan is awesome, just waiting for your analysis!" Inside the VIP box.

Kaka turned to Inzaghi and asked, "Are we still betting? I bet Kevin pulls off a hat-trick." freewebnoveℓ.com

"Pfft."

Inzaghi sneered, "Now everyone knows he’s in good form. You’d be brave to bet that he scores more than four."

"Alright, I agree."

Kaka nodded.

"This is what you said, huh." Inzaghi, worried Kaka might not acknowledge the bet, hooked his little finger over Kaka’s and said, "This time it’s 200,000, you just wait to pay up."

On the field, Real Madrid launched another attack.

Beckham made a long pass from the backfield to counterattack.

The ball was accurately delivered to the front of the penalty area, Carlos turned and charged with the ball towards the box, Huang Kaiwen quickly rushed to the right, and Raul voluntarily cleared the way for Huang Kaiwen to lurk outside the area.

Carlos accelerated with the ball, pulling ahead of Xavi Venta, and immediately twisted to cross the ball.

The cross was very fast, heading directly outside the right post.

Quique Alvarez underestimated the speed of the ball, and by the time he sprinted, it had already flown over his head; on the other side, Arubareṅa had noticed Huang Kaiwen.

But Huang Kaiwen, after his run-up, had already leapt high. Arubareṅa looked up and stretched out his hand trying to block Huang Kaiwen’s header.

But how could a mayfly shake a tree?

With the momentum of his run, Huang Kaiwen’s aerial prowess was unstoppable. In the slow-motion replay, his shoulders could be seen above the crossbar—and the crossbar is a good 2.44 meters high!

To give a more direct comparison, his knees reached above Quique Alvarez’s shoulders.

Even if Alvarez was only 1.8 meters tall, that was still an incredible leap.

The Real Madrid fans behind the goal gaped in awe; Huang Kaiwen’s jumping was already exaggerated before, but this time it was even more so.

What kind of hang time was that? He floated in the air for almost 1 second before heading the ball forcefully.

Bang—

Sebastian Vieira couldn’t react in time, and the ball was already inside the goal line, hanging in the net.

Boom—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

The over 85,000-capacity Bernabéu Stadium was going wild.

It took just four minutes from the first goal to the hat-trick.

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