After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 353 - 0179 Manchester by the Sea (subscribe please)_5

They had never imagined an offensive player could be this efficient.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

"Kevin Kevin Kevin Goal!!!"

"In 4 minutes and 11 seconds, a hat trick comes to life, Kevin’s hat trick speed is second only to Gerd Müller, surpassing Robbie Fowler’s hat trick in 4 minutes and 33 seconds against Arsenal, but I believe Kevin definitely has the chance to surpass Müller, even Müller himself admitted that if there’s anyone who can break his record, it’s Kevin!!!"

"A bending free-kick, a long shot into the absolute dead corner, and a header that displayed Kevin’s astonishing physical quality. His jumping ability would make him a superstar even in basketball, his knees rising above the other players’ shoulders—isn’t this extraordinary jumping ability something even Michael Jordan can’t match?"

"In summer, the Catalans mocked Calderon for being a fool, but now it seems that even paying 100 million Euros outright, Real Madrid has made a huge profit, Kevin’s worth is at least 500 million!!!"

"There are only two types of players in the world, one is Kevin, and the other is everyone else."

"Capello, this loser, hasn’t scored a single point against Milan in the last two years, but now he’s about to win it all, he’s one lucky guy."

Seeing Huang Kaiwen who was not very excited, Pellegrini shook his head and sat back in the coach’s seat.

Spain is likely to change.

He knew that conceding goals in succession would affect the team’s morale, but he had no solution.

He was an engineer, not a wandering poet or a divine arts practitioner.

In such a situation, even if he couldn’t communicate well with the players, could standing on the sidelines really inspire the team’s morale?

Just as Pellegrini thought.

After the game restarted, Yellow Submarine players were restless, rushing forward without much organization as soon as they got the ball.

Rubén Cani chose to take on Beckham after receiving the ball, relying solely on speed to burst through, but Beckham stretched out his leg and successfully tackled it once again.

Diarra tapped the ball to Beckham.

Beckham took the ball down the right flank, encountered Leandro Somoza’s challenge, and immediately passed the ball to Salgado, who was assisting from the right, Salgado kicked the cross, Van Nistelrooy was a bit slow to start, and Sebastian Vieira, who rushed to the small box line, successfully plucked the ball from the air.

"Today’s game Villarreal did not play up to their level."

"Heh, mainly because Huang Kai’s successive goals have dumbfounded Villarreal, less than 20 minutes in, three goals down, can they retrieve three goals in the remaining game? I don’t think so. So now the players’ mindset is off, at this time, there needs to be a leader to stand out, to unite the thoughts of the players on the pitch."

"Right, whether it’s in the offense or defense, unity of thought is a must, and right now Villarreal has this problem. Some players are in a hurry to attack the moment they get the ball, but some want to steady the rhythm, this situation is most dangerous."

"Riquelme takes the ball past midfield, my, he’s challenging Diarra and Beckham alone, the ball is stolen, Riquelme is a bit over eager."

"Beckham launches a long pass counterattack."

Seeing Beckham’s long pass, Huang Kaiwen turned around and rushed forward, with Quique Alvarez being more forward, the two accelerated head to head, with Yellow Submarine goalkeeper Sebastian Vieira already coming out.

As the ball fell, Alvarez stretched out his leg, nudging it with the sole of his shoe, causing Vieira to miss, and he himself fell to the ground due to being off-balance.

Huang Kaiwen reached the bottom line of the left side of the small box to get the ball.

Vieira and Alvarez quickly ran over to press, Huang Kaiwen passed the ball back in a back-heel pass to Van Nistelrooy who was in front of the big box.

Van Nistelrooy shot directly into an open goal without stopping the ball, winding up his right foot and shooting.

The shot was true, lacking no quality other than being too straight, but Sebastian Vieira reacted quickly, diving laterally to slap the ball out of the box with both hands.

Rushing up, Raul happened to catch the ball, with a flick of his left foot, he sped up with the ball towards the box.

Arubareṅa, following Raul into the box, watched as Raul successfully shook him off with a sudden stop and immediately turned to pass the ball. Arubareṅa’s reaction was fast, stretching his leg to block in front of the ball.

The ball bounced high, heading straight for the middle, with Huang Kaiwen, who charged from the baseline to the midfield, turning around with his back to the goal first.

He jumped up with force from both feet, his upper body’s center of gravity leaning back, his whole body stretching in the air, his right foot pushing down hard, his left leg swung up in the momentum.

Juan Peña charged up and jumped to challenge, but his head was still a step slower than Huang Kaiwen’s left foot.

Bang—

In midair, Huang Kaiwen’s left foot struck the ball, and Vieira, who had just made a lightning-quick save, could only turn his head to watch the ball fly into the right side of the goal.

At that moment,

it was as if the whole world had pressed the pause button.

Kaka in the box erupted in wild cheers.

Joy began to spread from that box throughout the Bernabeu.

In the stands, Di Stefano was dumbfounded.

He knew modern football was different from his era, with much tighter defenses, requiring more dribbling and breaking through denser lines of defense to score goals.

But today, Real Madrid’s new number 10 had immediately shown with his strength that even in modern football, it was possible to score four goals in six minutes.

And those goals came in various forms: a right-footed chip shot, a right-footed long-range strike into the dead corner, a header, and a left-foot bicycle kick.

How could there be such an all-around player in the world?

Di Stefano touched the few strands of hair remaining on his head, wondering if he might have misunderstood Calderon. Perhaps the new president had a keener vision than they did?

Huang Kaiwen ducked his head to avoid a teammate’s forward somersault, landing steadily and then spreading his arms wide, as if he were a gymnast signaling to the stands.

The Bernabeu once again erupted in a thunderous cheer.

The Madrid sky doesn’t darken until around 9 PM.

The strong sunlight of 6 PM still shone on Huang Kaiwen, casting his entire back in gold.

The photographers at the edge of the field captured this moment, pressing the shutter.

Tomorrow, a photo named "The New King of Madrid" would appear in the newspapers.

The expressions on the faces of the 21 players on the field were different.

But facing the efficiency Huang Kaiwen had shown, they were all profoundly shocked.

Even as the cream of the crop among professional players, they had never seen such terrifying scoring efficiency. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

In a box, Inzaghi’s mouth hung open, his face a mix of shock, regret, and a hint of excitement.

In just a few minutes, Huang Kaiwen had made him lose 300 thousand Euros, the fact he could still feel a bit excited about it showed he was quite magnanimous.

Riquelme stood with hands on hips in the midfield, turned back towards the defense, and yelled, "Are you fucking retarded? I’ve never seen anyone score 4 goals in such a short amount of time. If you don’t want to play, just get off the field."

"Idiot, it was your red card last time that cost us the UEFA Champions League!"

Alvarez retorted, clearly annoyed.

"You motherfucker..."

Riquelme cursed, about to run back.

Senna quickly grabbed Riquelme from behind, urging, "Don’t be rash, Roman. If you start fighting your own teammates and get sent off, that would be serious."

Penia tried to calm Alvarez, saying, "Don’t get mad, Roman didn’t do it on purpose. He was just hot-headed from conceding too many goals, no harm meant. Cool down."

Alvarez glared at Riquelme and huffily turned his head away.

Riquelme, persuaded by Senna and Somoza, returned to the midfield to restart the game.

"Heh heh, Huang Kaiwen has caused internal strife in Villarreal," remarked Zhang. "He used to be a coach killer, and now he’s even starting to affect the opponents."

"Director Zhang is right. Although it’s not nice to laugh right now, the situation speaks for itself. Huang Kaiwen’s four goals in six minutes have made it so Villarreal can’t see any chance of victory, not even to draw. That’s why Riquelme couldn’t keep his cool, and the match has only been going on for 15 minutes," came the reply.

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