After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 699 - 0267 The Star Falls, Fate is Hard to Defy (Please Subscribe)

Because of the condition of the field, Huang Kaiwen did not do a backflip near the corner flag area.

"Kevin, that was a beautiful goal!"

Sneijder was the first to rush to Huang Kaiwen’s side and said.

"That’s because you’ve seen too little."

Cassano said disdainfully.

A goal of that caliber, Kevin can score two or three in a single game.

"Alright, let’s get back to defense, just hold on till halftime."

Raul came over with a smile and said.

A few people walked back together.

This early goal allowed the Real Madrid players to breathe a sigh of relief, temporarily forgetting the adverse effects brought by the sprinklers on the field.

Rijkaard frowned as he watched this scene.

He sighed deeply.

He had done all he could, and if they still couldn’t win, then there was nothing he could do.

Barcelona restarted the game.

Iniesta quickly passed the ball back.

Deco held the ball and didn’t rush the attack; he and Xavi, one on the left and one on the right, could well control the pace of the game.

Raul and Cassano went up to press, and Deco once again passed the ball horizontally to Xavi.

Xavi turned in place and then passed the ball to the right.

Seeing Ronaldinho’s smiling face, Huang Kaiwen felt a chill in his back.

Ronaldo liked to toy with him whenever he got the chance.

Just one season of El Clasico had left him with a lengthy highlight reel.

Once they reached Milan, he’d make sure this guy knew who the club president was.

Huang Kaiwen lowered his center of gravity in anticipation of Ronaldo’s approach, careful not to spread his legs too far to avoid getting nutmegged.

Ronaldo, showing his teeth, approached Huang Kaiwen with quick, short steps.

Huang Kaiwen immediately stretched out his left foot; Ronaldinho, pulling the ball with his right foot, turned towards the center.

Ronaldo hadn’t accelerated, and Huang Kaiwen’s face darkened.

This son of a bitch was not satisfied with just passing him once.

Huang Kaiwen caught up, but Ronaldo quickly pushed the ball outwards with his right foot. Huang Kaiwen instinctively extended his foot, and Ronaldo pulled the ball back.

A flick of the bull’s tail.

Ronaldo sent the ball to the left and charged quickly towards the Real Madrid penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen gritted his teeth and chased.

Capello stood with arms folded at the sidelines, shouting, "Kevin, don’t bother chasing, let them defend... damn it, hurry up and press!!!"

De Jong made a hurried tackle, deceived by Ronaldinho’s shoulder feint.

Heinze rushed up to press; De Jong followed in support.

"Look at that, tough opponents ahead and pursuers behind. Ronaldo’s got his hands full now, with Cannavaro choosing to block his passing lanes."

"Brilliant! Ronaldo relied on half a counterclockwise Marseille turn to break out of the encirclement and passed!"

Deco, making a run into the middle, received the ball and immediately sent it sideways.

Cannavaro went to ground and got a touch on the ball, but it didn’t reach the darting Eto’o, who could only turn and stretch to hook the ball.

As he turned again to face the goal, Casillas had already rushed out towards him.

The ball, rushed by Eto’o, curled low under it, trying to lob over Casillas’s head. Casillas turned and extended his arms, blocking the ball out for a corner kick.

Barcelona gained a corner kick.

Kaka and Inzaghi were situated on the extension line of the corner flag area, on the side behind the goal of Real Madrid.

"There’s too much water on the field today."

Inzaghi shook his head and said, "It feels like Real Madrid is going to suffer big time."

"Don’t worry, Kevin is unbeatable!"

Kaka said with a smile.

They had arrived at Camp Nou after the match had started and hadn’t caught Huang Kaiwen’s goal.

But through nearby Real Madrid fans, they already knew the result.

Kaka had more confidence in Huang Kaiwen than in himself.

If Huang Kaiwen could score one goal, he could certainly score a second and a third.

Deco ran up from the right corner of the flag area and took the corner kick.

Eto’o jumped at the near post but failed to touch the ball; Max and Pepe jumped together in the middle.

Both had their hands in motion, but Pepe, who jumped higher, headed the ball out. Max fell inside the Real Madrid penalty area.

The Barça players’ complaints went unanswered by the referee.

Ivanovic, on the right, took the ball and observed before quickly advancing with it.

Having been at Real Madrid for a few months, he had come to understand the Real Madrid style of play.

Transformed from a center-back to a right-back, he had adapted quite well to the position, performing impressively in both attack and defense. The only issue now was that his right-footed crossing was mediocre.

So, seeing only Xavi near Huang Kaiwen, he was hesitant to pass easily.

Capello was frowning from the sidelines.

If it had been Ramos, he would have whipped out a right-footed cross, sending the ball diagonally across the field to find Kevin.

Although this Serbian was performing well sometimes, even scoring world-class goals,

he couldn’t uphold Real Madrid’s fundamental tactics, which was unacceptable.

The right-sided player for Real Madrid must have the ability to switch play over long distances. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

De Jong raced towards the left.

Huang Kaiwen, seeing the opportunity, suddenly sprinted toward the middle.

Xavi turned around to reach out but failed to grab Huang Kaiwen, instead getting tangled up with De Jong.

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Yanked by Iniesta, Ivanovic’s pass was too strong. Huang Kaiwen couldn’t control it; the ball bounced off his instep, splashing mud in his face.

Yaya Toure raised his right foot high towards the ball, while Huang Kaiwen hurried forward and scooped it towards the right flank.

Abidal left Cassano and also rushed to the right.

Huang Kaiwen reached the ball first, hooked it back with his left foot, and gently brought it down.

The nearby Barça fans in the stands let out a huge boo.

Buffon and Capello were well-known victims of the Huang style, and Barcelona was no different.