After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 671 - 0260 It’s normal that the front waist scoop pass is not good (please subscribe)

Raul kissed his ring, then ran towards Huang Kaiwen.

Guti had already sprinted over, followed by three Dutchmen.

When Raul got to Huang Kaiwen, he couldn’t squeeze past.

Fortunately, he had grown accustomed to this last season; at least Ramos wasn’t there, so he wouldn’t be inexplicably knocked flying.

Juan de Ramos waved Boulahrouz over to his side.

With an arm around Boulahrouz’s shoulder, he said, "You must keep an eye on Kevin. As I said before, even if every person is responsible for an area, the defensive midfielder must put enough pressure on Kevin."

"But he isn’t running at all, should I just stand by him the entire time?"

Boulahrouz couldn’t help but retort.

If it were like last season, he could have followed Huang Kaiwen around.

But today, Huang Kaiwen was just strolling, making him feel like a fool just standing by. As a professional player, whenever Raul or Robben burst through his teammates, Boulahrouz’s instinct was to go and cover, which was hard to change.

"Just deal with it. The attackers are performing well today, and as long as we limit Real Madrid’s offense, winning the Super Cup won’t be difficult," Juan de Ramos said.

Boulahrouz nodded, rolling his eyes without speaking.

How could he deal with it? He couldn’t just stand next to a player who wasn’t moving and wait.

Standing still like that, Huang Kaiwen was harder to defend than Huang Kaiwen moving all over the place.

Even if he kept close to Huang Kaiwen, he couldn’t be tensing his nerves all the time in case Huang Kaiwen suddenly took off.

Heavy-hearted, Boulahrouz returned to the field to wait for the kickoff.

Looking at Huang Kaiwen, whose hairstyle hadn’t even been disturbed, he felt a sense of helplessness.

Before, he thought Huang Kaiwen’s flexible positioning was hard to defend; today, however, he really wished Huang Kaiwen would run around more, deplete more energy, at least it would look like he was trying hard. Huang Kaiwen’s sudden bursts from his strolling put a lot of mental pressure on him.

Sevilla kicked off again.

Kanoute passed the ball sideways, and Keita immediately passed it back.

Renato moved forward with the ball, encountering Guti’s pressing.

This Brazilian attacking midfielder had good technique and long-range shooting, but his lack of speed was a drawback.

After being closely marked by Guti, Renato couldn’t find an opportunity to break away and had to turn around and pass the ball back.

Alves, coming up for the assist, received the ball and, seeing open space on the left, instantly twisted his body and sent a long pass to Duda.

Duda flicked it with his left foot, preparing to move along the sideline.

Robben quickly stuck out his right foot, and as Duda nudged the ball forward, it went past Robben.

De Jong, having positioned himself too far left, couldn’t make it in time to cover, and Duda quickly drove the ball toward Real Madrid’s penalty area.

Real Madrid’s defense line lacked coordination, and this time almost all of them charged to the right.

Pepe rushed out and was dribbled past by Duda, and Ivanovic quickly slid to the ground, sweeping the ball from under Duda’s feet into the middle.

Standing at the top of the arc, Huang Kaiwen started moving, nudging the ball under his control, while Alves charged at Huang Kaiwen. Huang Kaiwen swiftly knocked the ball to the left with his right foot, circumventing Alves and dashing towards the ball.

Alves reacted very quickly, turning around to chase immediately, not falling behind Huang Kaiwen.

The two of them raced across the midway line together, with Alves constantly adjusting his steps, sticking close to Huang Kaiwen.

Alves didn’t know why Huang Kaiwen was slower today, but it worked to his advantage.

As soon as Alves got beside Huang Kaiwen, he stretched his left arm in front of him, his muscles straining backward as he tried to bring Huang Kaiwen down. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

[Berbatov] was exceptional in his sense of the ball and balance.

Huang Kaiwen stumbled on with the ball, appearing unsteady with every step, but he just wouldn’t go down.

Jose Marti quickly headed to cover the left side, ready to tackle Huang Kaiwen alongside Alves.

Huang Kaiwen, with the ball, ran towards the corner flag area. Alves stayed close from behind at the baseline while Jose Marti reached out from behind.

"Move up and offer support, haven’t you fucking eaten!?" Capello yelled, his neck stretched.

Marcelo hastened his steps even more, reaching the corner flag area just as Huang Kaiwen, unsteady, turned and fell. Main referee Plautz prepared to blow his whistle but noticed that Huang Kaiwen’s right foot was still on the ball, so he didn’t blow.

Huang Kaiwen’s right foot rolled over the ball, pulling it back as it moved towards him, and with even greater speed, he flicked it underneath the ball.

Pop—

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the ball flew past Marti and landed in front of Marcelo.

Jose Marti turned and dashed towards Marcelo, who without time to adjust, swung his left foot and struck the ball.

The ball grazed by the edge of the penalty area, with players from both sides unable to touch it.

Robben on the right side won the ball before Dragutinovic, without finding a chance to break away, he flicked the ball with his left foot, turning around to carry it back, saw De Jong running up, and quickly passed a lateral knock.

De Jong received the ball and immediately sent it into the penalty area. Raul, bursting past Escude to enter the penalty area, failed to control the ball instantly. Boulahrouz, who had returned to the penalty area, quickly slid towards Raul.

Pop—

Without time to adjust, Raul twisted and delivered a cross, the ball flying over the heads of both Guti and Marti in the middle, heading towards the left post.

Desperately, Alves rushed from Huang Kaiwen’s side to the goalmouth. He was dismayed to see that the ball’s landing spot was farther back than he anticipated. Alves watched helplessly as the ball flew past him, dropping behind the left post—the spot where Huang Kaiwen stood.

The ball wasn’t at an ideal height.

Alves felt it would be difficult to deal with, but then he noticed Huang Kaiwen step back, and he couldn’t help smirking unconsciously.