After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 499 - 0218 All Guts (Subscribe Please)

Even now, Huang Kaiwen still felt a headache at the back of his head.

Fortunately, being the Yellow Ball King with good relationships, his teammates were willing to stand up for him.

With that kick from De Jong, the Barca players should restrain themselves a bit, right?

If they dared to foul again, Huang Kaiwen was ready to put on an acting show in front of these La Masia graduates, and then choose a lucky one to take the blame for an injury after a "pause card".

Huang Kaiwen walked back to the left flank from the sideline.

The emotions of the players on both sides had calmed down quite a bit, and they all stood in position waiting for the game to resume.

But the Barca fans in the nearby stands were still agitated, hurling various insults at the Real Madrid fans.

"Go back to Madrid, you bastards!"

"You bunch of assholes dare to foul, you’re dead!"

"You murderers against football!"

"Damn scoundrels!"

Huang Kaiwen turned his head towards the stands and made a silencing gesture.

His action of putting a finger to his lips provoked even greater curses and booing from Camp Nou.

Zhang laughed and said,

"Huang Kaiwen really has a big heart, telling the Barca fans to shut up from such a close distance. He’s a bit impulsive now; Xavi got kicked and didn’t leave the field, and he’s holding a grudge right now. Huang has to be cautious, as Xavi is right there on his side."

"From the behavior of the Barca fans, you can tell that a bigger storm is brewing, and it’s crucial for the referee, this firefighter, to control the scale of the game."

"Heh, the conflicts in today’s game are far from over, the fans will definitely influence the players."

"Right, both sides already feel aggrieved; Huang Kaiwen just added fuel to the fire, and there’s definitely going to be a conflict soon."

The game resumed amid the booing of Barca fans.

Xavi quickly passed to the centre.

Iniesta carried the ball to Ronaldo, who feinted with his right foot on the ball, and then suddenly pushed it to the left with the inside of his foot, moving the ball horizontally.

A bull-tail flick without flicking outside!

Ramos, fearing a nutmeg, lowered his center of gravity and closed his legs; Ronaldo’s horizontal dribbling made him very awkward.

By the time Ramos caught up, Ronaldo’s body shook, and his right foot circled over the ball to a point behind it, quickly shifting the ball to the right with his left foot.

Ramos, duped twice, lifted his foot to block the ball to the right, Salgado shifted the ball from his left foot to his right, and seeing Deco charging up, he quickly cleared the ball with his right foot. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

In the haste, Salgado’s clearance wasn’t of high quality, and the ball began to fall after crossing midfield.

Silvinho jumped ahead of Guti and headed the ball back to the Real Madrid half.

Diarra sprinted and hooked the ball with his right foot, not yet stable, and twisted to pass to the left flank.

Torres ran along the sideline with the ball. Messi didn’t even try to tackle him. Miguel Torres didn’t know whether to be happy or sad; his opponent didn’t take him seriously at all.

After Torres brought the ball to the midfield line, nearby Barca players still stood by Huang Kaiwen, not pressing him.

Torres did not continue forward, but passed the ball to Huang Kaiwen while running.

As soon as Huang got the ball, the Barca players standing still started moving.

Huang carried the ball forward, and Iniesta, chasing from behind, launched a slide tackle but missed Huang.

After crossing midfield, Thuram quickly charged at Huang, and with Silvinho closing in from behind, they sandwiched him. Huang Kawei pulled the ball to his left and charged past Thuram, successfully avoiding Silvinho’s slide.

The booing at Camp Nou Stadium grew louder.

Seeing Huang carrying the ball, they couldn’t help but worry if their home team’s goal would be compromised again.

Torres, Raul, and Cassano all sped forward; Huang slowed down in front of the penalty area, turned to pass, but was knocked down by Puyol’s slide tackle from the side.

"Barca players have tackled three times in a row, finally stopping Huang Kaiwen. This yellow card is without a doubt."

"Heh, Ramos rushed up to push Puyol down and received a yellow card. Not giving any face to the national team’s elder brother; Puyol often covered for Ramos in the national team. Oh boy, he even tried to stomp on Puyol. Raul didn’t stand up for his teammates today; instead, he was constantly blocking his teammates; otherwise, the Real Madrid players would easily get sent off with red cards."

"Yes, now both sides are fired up. You tackle me, and I retaliate immediately. Neither side wants to lose out, and the referee is also having a headache!"

"A headache is definite, the best way to warn the players on both sides is to come down hard. But since the pace has already been set earlier, coming down hard now isn’t appropriate."

"Right, it was destined from the start that this match would be out of control."

Huang Kaiwen stood behind the ball on the left, Guti stood on the right, which was the most comfortable position for him.

The two didn’t communicate, but Guti was ready to cover for Huang.

Based on his summary, Huang played free kicks when he was in good form.

Today Huang was in great form, so Guti simply didn’t ask.

After hearing the whistle, Huang started his run-up.

After three steps, he curled his right foot under the ball.

Bang—

The ball, spinning strongly, flew over the wall toward the right side of the goal. Valdes immediately dove to save, but as he saw the trajectory of the ball, he felt uneasy.

Into the dead corner!

A dead corner is called so because it’s the hardest to save!

Duang—

The ball hit the corner where the post meets the crossbar and bounced out of bounds. Valdes, who fell on the turf, breathed a sigh of relief.

Guti and a few others clapped for Huang Kaiwen.

That shot just lacked a bit of luck.

Capello, arms crossed on the sidelines, turned back and asked, "Should we take Kevin off?"