After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 700 - 0267 A Fallen General, Destiny is Hard to Defy (Please Subscribe)_2

Ever since Huang Kaiwen joined Milan, they had operated on them.

Last season in La Liga, it was a double kill over two legs.

Now seeing Huang Kaiwen with the ball, the hearts of Barça fans could hardly stand it.

Abidal quickly adjusted his center of gravity, facing Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen pulled with his left foot, starting to squeeze between Abidal and the sideline.

Raul and Cassano made quick forward runs.

Milito rapidly charged towards the right, leaving the central defense entirely to Max.

Compared to Raul and Cassano, Milito felt that Huang Kaiwen posed a greater threat.

Milito slid hard from the left side of the penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen lightly pulled with his right foot, a small change of direction to avoid Milito’s sliding tackle.

Toure immediately followed with another slide tackle.

Huang Kaiwen couldn’t adjust in time, got clipped by Toure’s foot, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

"A fiery clash in Spain’s national derby occurred again."

"Nearby, the sideline referee quickly helped the main referee separate the players; Huang Kaiwen got up to find his white jersey had turned black—today’s field conditions really aren’t ideal, haha."

"Yes, at Camp Nou Stadium we see no large ponds, but occasionally we can spot a small puddle, which substantially limits the players’ performance for both teams, whether Barça or Real Madrid, both teams use a lot of ground play."

"This is today’s first free kick, and it’s unclear who will take it."

Guti walked to the spot of the foul, cupping his mouth, asking Huang Kaiwen, "You or me?"

"You go ahead, I think passing would be better,"

Huang Kaiwen replied, covering his mouth.

The ground was too slippery, making it challenging to go directly for goal.

This was the perfect time to curl a lob pass to let a teammate go for it.

"Got it,"

Guti nodded and said.

Players on both sides jostled for positions in the Barça penalty area.

Toure and Puyol stood on the penalty box line forming a wall.

Huang Kaiwen stood slightly behind to the left of the ball.

Even from this position, Huang Kaiwen could attempt a curling shot with the outside of his right foot.

Valdes dared not take any chances.

Following the referee’s signal, Guti started his run-up, curling the ball with his left foot after two steps.

Bang—

The ball sped across the right sideline, flying past the wall directly to the farthest player.

Puyol surged forward to jump, outmuscling Raul to head the ball out of the penalty area.

Xavi caught the ball just outside the box as Sneijder pressed hard, Xavi quickly passed sideways, and charging out of the box, Max readily pushed the ball to Deco.

Deco, seeing Ronaldo upfield, immediately launched a lofted pass.

The ball flew quickly over the midfield line, Ronaldinho eyed the landing spot, using his back to flick the ball to the right flank.

Xavi, running to the front, caught the ball and pushed it forward quickly.

His speed was not fast, but at that moment, Real Madrid’s defense line was sparse, with almost no one stopping him.

Cannavaro rapidly rushed towards Xavi, ready to commit a foul to disrupt Barça’s counter-attack.

Xavi turned to shield the ball and was knocked down by Cannavaro; as he fell, he passed the ball back to Ronaldo.

Ronaldo received the ball, flicked it with his right foot, and quickly found an opening to send the pass.

Snap—

The ball rolled faster than usual, moving between Ivanovic and Pepe towards the top left corner of the penalty area.

Eto’o seized the opportunity, waiting until the ball rolled in front of him to curl it with the inside of his right foot.

The ball transformed into a parabola heading straight for the far corner of the goal, Casillas dived sideways but couldn’t stop the goal.

"Goal!"

"Samuel Eto’o, a world-class strike!"

"That imaginative lob shot helped Barça level the score, Barça’s counter-attack was really beautiful."

"Beautiful, just beautiful, Eto’o’s kick was truly a stroke of genius."

"Facing his old club, Real Madrid, he always has an exceptional performance."

Over 90,000 Barça fans in the stadium burst into thunderous cheers.

"Samuel!"

"Samuel!"

"Samuel!"

The full name of Eto’o is Samuel Eto’o; just hearing his name makes you think he could play defense.

Whenever playing Real Madrid, Eto’o might not always be the best performer, but he certainly is the most determined.

Rijkaard smiled and applauded.

Levelling the score gave him a sigh of relief.

Real Madrid’s number ten today put some pressure on him. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Or rather, every game Real Madrid’s number ten would exert considerable pressure, and today his quick dribbling made it hard for Rijkaard to catch his breath.

Messi!

He was all too familiar with Messi’s style of play.

Messi was the player he personally promoted to the first team.

Rijkaard even admitted that it was impressive how Real Madrid’s number ten could easily change his style of play.

But on such a lousy field, even if you were Pele, what could you do?

Wearing short-studded soccer cleats greatly limited your performance.

Rijkaard, beaming proudly, suddenly thought of something.

That was that Real Madrid’s midfielders had changed their cleats and, with the field gradually drying, he wondered what he should do.

Should he have Camp Nou’s turf manager water it again?

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After the game restarted, Barça fought fiercely.

Barça’s positioning was more advanced than most teams; they all played high up.

Although Rijkaard’s tactical philosophy was quite bold, aiming for more goals, it also had a shade of the Netherlands’s total football.

Iniesta, playing as the left winger, pressed along, with several midfielders forming the second defensive line.

Xavi and Toure, added to Puyol playing today as a right back, was always wary of Huang Kaiwen.

Xavi, besides occasionally taking the ball, basically drifted around Huang Kaiwen.

Barça players made high use of their physicality in defense, with Xavi, who had a lower center of gravity, often positioned right in front of Huang Kaiwen to prevent him from getting the ball.