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After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 355 - 0180 Man with a Pot (Subscribe Please)_2
Chapter 355: 0180 Man with a Pot (Subscribe Please)_2
Real Madrid’s players are also quite sensible.
Seeing Huang Kaiwen score five goals by himself, they didn’t even intend to crowd around him.
Now was Huang Kaiwen’s moment.
If they went up to celebrate together, they would only turn to ashes under Huang Kaiwen’s blazing brilliance.
Seeing Huang Kaiwen head to the corner flag, commentators and fans from over 220 countries and regions worldwide were curious about how Huang Kaiwen would celebrate.
After lowering his arms, Huang Kaiwen raised his left hand, shook it twice, then leaped high into the air, completing a 180-degree spin, and upon landing, spread his arms wide and shouted, "Siuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~!"
The forum’s posts grew at a rate of several per second.
"Damn!!!"
"F*ck, is Huang Kaiwen not even being humane today? The Yellow Submarine was a top 8 team in the UEFA Champions League last season, and he comes out with five goals in eight minutes, he’s turned them into a sieve."
"At this rate, Huang Kaiwen’s going to defend the Ballon d’Or, he’s too ruthless."
"It’s really f*cking annoying, another day of being jealous of Huang Kaiwen."
"Bro, don’t be sad. Other than being a bit more handsome, richer, better at soccer, fitter, more charming, and having a slightly better reputation in Europe, what other qualities does Huang Kaiwen have over you?"
"Damn, I’m a level two athlete and I don’t jump as high as Huang Kaiwen, it’s so irritating, why doesn’t he just play basketball with that jump?"
"Is there a chance that Huang Kaiwen can actually play basketball? With his physique, it shouldn’t be a problem." freeωebnovēl.c૦m
"Sigh, after today, even the unenlightened Spaniards will treasure Huang Kaiwen like gold, how can Europeans be so naïve?"
The director’s camera then switched to Pellegrini, then to Capello, and then to Di Stefano in the stands and the AC Milan players in the box.
The reactions of these soccer insiders were surprisingly uniform.
They were all holding their heads in stunned disbelief.
Four goals in three minutes, four goals in six minutes, five goals in eight minutes.
Neither the players still active nor Capello, who had turned coach, had seen such an exaggerated scene during their careers.
Even in the very low defensive quality of the youth teams, no one had managed to score five goals in such a short time.
All the more so because Huang Kaiwen was facing Villarreal, who had performed excellently in both the league and UEFA Champions League last season.
Even if the opponent were a team fighting relegation.
Producing this kind of goal-scoring efficiency would still be worth raving about.
Huang Kaiwen’s performance in this game could be described as a descent of a god.
The score on the field was directly reflected on the players’ faces.
Returning to the center circle to restart the game, the Real Madrid players were all looking relaxed.
Villarreal might as well wear black suits and have their funeral right there.
Kahveci started the play by passing back immediately, but Riquelme, unusually, missed receiving the pass, and Raul stole the ball.
Raul passed the ball back, only to have Rubén Cani knock him down from behind.
"Villarreal’s players have started fouling now."
"Real Madrid should be more careful, especially Huang Kaiwen. He scored a lot today and is prone to injuries; he should now be the prime target for the opponents’ attention."
Capello also thought of this.
He was already considering a substitution.
But just 20 minutes into the game, substituting the man who just scored five goals and cost 120 million euros seemed intolerable even to himself.
Substituting in the first half would carry an insulting implication.
Unless it was due to injury or someone receiving a red card, it would be because a player’s performance was outrageously bad.
Even with Capello’s tough personality, he didn’t dare try it at this time.
Wasn’t that just asking to utterly offend Kevin?
Now he finally understood why Ancelotti became so anxious; in this situation, he too was seeking some mental comfort.
Once again on the field, Beckham passed the ball to Huang Kaiwen, who on the left flank accelerated powerfully into the penalty area.
Xavi Venta didn’t hesitate and went in with a flying tackle.
Smack—
Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball over Venta’s raised leg, circled around Venta from the baseline, and received the ball again to pass with the inside of his foot towards the left post.
Van Nistelrooy at the right post rushed to shoot, but the ball hit Sebastian Vieira in the stomach and went over the baseline.
At the corner kick opportunity, Beckham looked towards Huang Kaiwen.
It saved him from getting scolded.
Seeing this, Huang Kaiwen simply walked over to the corner flag area.
Took the ball from the ball boy, set it up, and prepared to kick.
In the Villarreal penalty area, players from both teams were jostling for positions.
Huang Kaiwen took a look around.
Feeling there wasn’t a great opportunity but seeing that the opposing goalkeeper was positioned near the left post, he noticed the defense was weak on the far side of the goal.
After a run-up of two steps, Huang Kaiwen curled the underside of the ball with the inside of his right foot.
Boom— The ball spun strongly into the penalty area, tracing an arc straight towards the far corner of the goal.
The players vying for the header failed to judge the trajectory of the ball.
Sebastian Vieira, terrified, turned back to look at the right side of the goal; by then, it was too late for him to attempt a save.
Duang—
The ball hit the crossbar and fell into the small penalty area, where Arubareṅa beat Beckham to it and cleared the ball with a powerful kick.
"Wow, Huang Kaiwen’s corner kick went directly for goal; today, Huang Kaiwen’s desire to shoot is very strong."
"Because it’s his Bernabeu debut, Huang Kaiwen wants to score more goals. Although scoring five goals in eight minutes is already incredible, Huang Kaiwen is not the type of player who settles easily."
"Riquelme got the ball and was dispossessed again. That’s what was mentioned earlier; Riquelme is the type of player whose game is affected by his mood. When he’s in a good mood, he’s like Zidane; when not, he’s quite mediocre. This temperament really affects his teammates."
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