After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 392 - 0191 Yellow Ball King Hearing Decline (Please Subscribe)_3

Chapter 392: 0191 Yellow Ball King Hearing Decline (Please Subscribe)_3

Barça organized another attack from the left.

Xavi and Deco worked together, passing Guti after crossing the midfield line with the ball.

Seeing Xavi’s slow dribbling speed, Emerson rushed over to press, but although Xavi’s dribbling was slow, his passes were fast. Already observing the passing route, Xavi delivered a precise diagonal pass to Ronaldinho on the left wing.

Upon receiving the ball, Ronaldinho immediately stretched out his foot to deflect the ball towards the middle, where an advancing Iniesta took possession and immediately threaded a through ball behind Ramos.

Ramos turned around and extended his left foot instantly.

Ronaldo pulled the ball back to avoid Ramos’s foot.

Tempura rushed past Ramos with the ball towards the penalty area.

As El Guerra rushed up, Ronaldinho eyed the left side and discreetly delivered a through ball with his right foot.

Cannavaro fell to the ground and successfully intercepted the ball, knocking it to El Guerra with his leg.

"Cannavaro is in good form today."

"Players will have their off periods, but they’ll find their form again after some time."

"Real Madrid’s counterattack is quick. Guti takes the ball and delivers a direct pass. Raul turns and knock-passes to Huang Kaiwen, Huang Kaiwen dribbles to go through between Puyol and Thuram... No, it’s a feint, Huang Kaiwen cuts to the right, Puyol falls down, what’s happening?"

Referee Alfonso Broull blew the whistle, giving the ball to Barcelona.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head at the referee.

Dammit.

He had been played!

Maintaining balance with arm contact is quite normal, but unfortunately, since he was much taller than Puyol, his arm easily reached Puyol’s face.

Huang Kaiwen clearly didn’t feel his arm hit anything.

But Puyol was now clutching his nose, falling down.

Huang Kaiwen looked towards Puyol again.

Alright.

Yellow Ball King noted this vendetta.

Huang Kaiwen touched his neck, smiling.

Want to compete in acting, huh?

If we exchanged roles, I’d show you what cruelty is.

Barcelona rushed to kick off, Huang Kaiwen symbolically pressed, and Xavi immediately passed the ball to Iniesta.

Rijkaard’s assistant coach returned to the pitch.

"Is it done?"

Rijkaard asked.

"I wrapped it up, found a cold drink store, gave them some money, and had them put it in the fridge," the assistant coach said.

"Good," Rijkaard nodded.

On the field, Iniesta dribbled the ball past Emerson and immediately passed, Gudjohnsen took the ball and charged into the penalty area, with Cannavaro chasing all the way.

Casillas began adjusting his position to prevent Gudjohnsen from shooting.

Gudjohnsen, while running, back-heeled the ball, Ronaldo suddenly sprinted from beside El Guerra, received the ball, and immediately used the inside of his foot to aim at the far corner.

Casillas reacted swiftly, diving to his side, catching the ball with both hands.

Nearby stands erupted into applause. "That dive was beautiful!"

"Casillas’ reaction time is really fast. Along with Buffon, Van der Sar, and Cech, he must be one of the best goalkeepers right now."

"Four minutes of added injury time, Real Madrid still in the lead. Casillas tosses the ball for a counterattack, Radia passes to Huang Kaiwen, and Huang Kaiwen actively moves to the right wing, exchanging positions with Robinho."

"Huang Kaiwen’s dribbling today is quite distinctive, especially quick just in front of him, Deco reaches out... He’s past him! Xavi moves to defend, Huang Kaiwen deliberately pulls to the right side."

Huang Kaiwen on the right wing.

Barça’s left-back Silvinho, a Brazilian, is strong on offense but weak on defense, yet undeniably fast.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen approach, Silvinho lowered his center of gravity, sidestepped, adjusted his stance in small steps, trying to induce Huang Kaiwen to take the flank.

But he was not really sure, knowing that Huang Kaiwen is a notorious cutter-in.

Huang Kaiwen continued to shuffle the ball step by step, keeping an eye on his teammates’ positions.

Huang Kaiwen realized he could not wait any longer when he saw Xavi coming toward him.

With the outside of his left foot, he pushed the ball past Silvinho, who took a step, and quickly pulled it back with his left, tapping it behind Silvinho.

He accelerated quickly past, dribbling along the right sideline.

In the middle, Robinho and Raul were making a fast approach, and Valdes was positioned to the right.

Smack,

Nearing the end line, Huang Kaiwen twisted and delivered a cross with his right foot.

The pursuing Silvinho was a step too slow to stretch his foot out, and the ball flew across his legs into the box.

Puyol and Raul, tangled up, raced to the minor area. Both men missed the near post, and Valdes, thinking Puyol would get to it, didn’t stretch out his hands, allowing the ball to fly to the far post.

Robinho, who had surged past Thuram, leapt at the left post to vigorously head the ball.

Smack—

The ball was deflected and flew out of the box.

"Oh, that ball, Robinho did everything right from his run to his leap, but that last header seemed to miss the mark, turning an attack into a deflection."

"Huang Kaiwen played that beautifully, noticing that everyone was covering his cuts inside, immediately carried it down and crossed; that’s playing soccer with brains. Some players like to cut inside and just keep doing it without observing the situation."

"Yes, Huang Kaiwen noticed that Raul and Guti moving up the middle drew Barça’s defense, so he prepared to cross to Robinho. Unfortunately, heading is not Robinho’s forte; the talent of this Brazilian player is really in his feet."

"Wow, Carlos is really pressing up high, Zambrotta doesn’t dare to keep the ball and quickly kicks it big foot into Real Madrid’s half."

While running back, Robinho spread his hands in apology to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head, smiling.

The chance had indeed been a good one.

But asking Robinho for a header was a bit unfair to him.

Some players just don’t like using their head.

Huang Kaiwen ran back to the center line, watched the time, and Ramos swung his arm for a long pass from the back.

As the ball rebounded in midfield, Huang Kaiwen looked up at the landing spot and felt a shadow rapidly flying from the side.

He had no time to react before he was violently knocked to the ground.

"Puyol has committed a foul!!!"

"Damn, he launched himself with an elbow at Kevin."

"That was brutal; it’s practically murder, murder!"

"What is Puyol doing to the world’s best player? Kevin looks seriously hurt on the ground, damn it, they should put Puyol in the electric chair!!!"

Crudeli was roaring in the broadcast booth.

"Real Madrid’s... team doctor, team doctor!!!"

Capello couldn’t keep chanting his "spell" at the sidelines, hopping and shouting.

Fallen to the ground, Huang Kaiwen had only one thought.

Luckily, he had used the "Immunity Card."

Now his ribs and nasal bone were really hurting; without the "Immunity Card," they would have been injured.

Puyol was too damn aggressive on defense.

If that’s how it is, then don’t blame the Yellow Ball King.

Real Madrid’s team doctor rushed into the field with a stretcher.

Doctor Colarolo squatted beside Huang Kaiwen and asked, "Kevin, how do you feel? Are you dizzy, feeling nauseous, is your breathing okay?"

"What?"

Huang Kaiwen, curled up on the turf like a shrimp, looked bewildered at Colarolo, his neck veins bulging as he struggled to produce a voice, "What are you saying? I can’t hear you!"

Colarolo quickly considered the possibility, pressed his hand against Huang Kaiwen’s chest, and asked again, "12345, Kevin, how many numbers did I count?"

"I heard 5, is it 5?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

Colarolo stood up, waving his hand, "Hearing is impaired, breathing is fine, let’s get him off the field and talk."

The medical team clumsily lifted Huang Kaiwen onto the stretcher.

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