After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 371 - 0185 Divine Edge Invisible (Seeking Subscriptions)

Beckham is not on the field.

Huang Kaiwen, without any hesitation, heads straight to the corner flag area.

Taking a corner kick doesn’t require very high skill from the player’s feet, just the ability to get the ball past the halfway line. Kevin can kick it, Kane can kick it too, but more importantly, it’s about observing the situation inside the penalty area.

Some players with good technique have a hard time getting assist statistics from corner kicks because they can’t find good positions or are not familiar with their teammates’ movements.

The Yellow Ball King just happens to excel at finding gaps.

That’s what makes his corner kicks so awesome.

Once Huang Kaiwen stands by the corner flag on the right, Atletico Madrid players become even more nervous than they would for a free kick. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Leo Franco, in a moment of anxiety, yells out in Italian.

Argentina is also a multilingual country.

Seeing his teammates confused, Franco quickly says, "Keep a close eye on your man, don’t get distracted by his movements, don’t get fooled by him, he’s the most deceitful of all."

Franco’s voice is loud.

Huang Kaiwen, standing at the corner flag, hears everything.

The Yellow Ball King can’t help but shake his head; his reputation has really taken a hit.

When he used to play in Italy, everyone seemed so kind. Why is the Atletico Madrid goalkeeper so wary of him?

As times have progressed, they have also destroyed the trust between people.

Huang Kaiwen shakes his head, takes a run-up, and lightly pokes the ball from behind. Ramos, rushing from the right post into the penalty area, receives the ball and runs outside the area.

After a couple of steps, Ramos makes a backheel pass, Huang Kaiwen receives the ball and immediately crosses it from the baseline to the front of the goal, where Emerson leaps high at the left post and heads the ball into the net.

Atletico Madrid’s defenders immediately raise their hands.

The linesman also raises his flag.

Huang Kaiwen quickly runs up with his teammates to argue with the referee.

"Wow, Huang Kaiwen’s strategic corner kick has been called off again. His corners and Inzaghi’s goals are always a test for the referees. Was there a foul? A violation? None. Okay, then we have to check for offside, which we didn’t see clearly just now,"

"The replay is out. It’s not very clear whether Huang Kaiwen is offside at the moment Ramos passes the ball. Huang Kaiwen takes the ball down the baseline, the ball is in front of Emerson, so this kind of pass back is definitely not offside. The key is whether Huang Kaiwen was offside when he received the ball."

"Another slow motion replay, ah, look, at the moment Huang Kaiwen receives the ball, Luis Pereira is trailing behind. Huang Kaiwen is ahead of him, oh, that’s a good ball, and it’s been called off."

"Heh, it’s not the first time Huang Kaiwen’s corner kick has been called off, and Guti has received a yellow card for protesting."

Guti’s eyes grow wide as he stares down the main referee Strömpe.

He did protest, but Kevin cursed people out.

Are you f***ing selectively enforcing the rules?

Guti looks at Huang Kaiwen, who also doesn’t know what happened and just shrugs at Guti.

Raul, seeing Guti about to explode, quickly wraps an arm around Guti’s shoulders and says, "Forget it, you finally got a start, don’t get yourself a red card."

Guti gives Strömpe a glare but manages to control his temper.

He knows that with Capello, if he gets a red card, it won’t be easy to start in the upcoming games.

Guti shrugs off Raul’s hand, and Raul, smiling, explains to Huang Kaiwen, "That’s just his temper, he’s still like this at 30 years old."

"Normal, I know a forward who’s 33 and still acts very immature. He called me over 200 times in one night because I forgot his birthday present," Huang Kaiwen says with a laugh.

"Then you better set your phone to silent."

"You guessed right."

The two of them chat and laugh as they walk back.

Atletico Madrid restart the play from the back, kick a long ball forward looking for Torres again.

Ramos gets into it with Torres.

Torres always glances sideways to watch the position of the ball, and Ramos, lowering his center of gravity, goes in hard again.

This time, Petrov’s free kick hits the wall and bounces high. Emerson clears the ball out with a kick, and the referee blows the whistle for halftime.

The forums are filled with cheerfulness.

"Didn’t Zhang say Atletico Madrid plays aggressively? How come I only see Ramos hitting Torres?"

"When Ramos was at Sevilla, I remember him being incredible in attack, but his defending is really ruthless now!"

"To be fair, Real Madrid has committed more fouls in the first half."

"Maybe because Huang Kaiwen’s had fewer chances with the ball. Haven’t you noticed? Today Huang Kaiwen isn’t dribbling much; he basically just passes and then moves to the center to receive."

"Is Huang Kaiwen not fully recovered? Every time he comes back from an injury, he plays as if he’s on drugs, but today he really hasn’t played up to par."

"Damn, now that you mention it, I’m a bit worried. Huang Kaiwen is a respectable opponent; it would be a lonely life for me if he faded away just like that."

"F***, Huan, if you keep bragging, I’m going to print out your post and put it up at Nanda."

In the home team’s locker room.

Capello frowns, his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the locker room with an almost head-of-state-like aura.

There’s a heavy mood in the Real Madrid locker room.

Capello is a very strict coach, and he tends to offend several players almost every time he coaches. When he left Juventus, Pirlo was almost popping fireworks.

Raul and Guti have worked with Capello before.

This is not the time when they would speak up.

Even if they’re not afraid, there’s no need to start a conflict with the coach this early in the season.

"I believe some of you still remember Seedorf arguing with me."

Capello, looking towards Raul and Guti, continues, "I brought that kid from Sampdoria to Real Madrid, and then he told me what I should do. At that time I wanted to leave, and the players persuaded me. Let me tell you, I am not like the previous coaches. My attitude is still the same, and not all of you are players I signed, but I am willing to give everyone an equal chance, providing you forget your damn celebrity wives, off-field matters, and your previous goal records. No matter who you are, once you come to Real Madrid, you need to follow the commands of the Real Madrid coach. As long as I am coaching Real Madrid, anyone who doesn’t play according to the tactical plan will only be sitting on the sidelines."

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