After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 705 - 0268 Where Are the Generals of Shu (Subscribe Requested)_3

At that time, he kept provoking Real Madrid’s number ten, who responded with a backflip penalty kick that turned him into the laughingstock of the world.

For a long time after the game, Valdes was afraid to go out.

Fans of Espanyol often mocked him on the streets.

Even now, that incident occasionally haunted Valdes’s dreams.

Although it was a free kick now, not a penalty, the player taking it was still the same.

Valdes inevitably recalled those unpleasant memories.

Valdes took a deep breath, refrained from making any provocative gestures, and kept moving his gloved fingers to relieve the pressure in his heart.

"Stay calm, Victor, you’re the best, just calm down, damn it..."

Valdes clenched his fists; he simply couldn’t calm down.

During open play, he hadn’t noticed, but once it came to set pieces and Real Madrid’s number ten stood there, Victor Valdes’s body involuntarily trembled slightly.

Valdes forcefully punched his leg to let pain take over.

Feeling the effect, Valdes punched his other leg.

He stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and forced a sinister smile on his face.

It moved!

Seeing Huang Kaiwen move, Valdes tensed all his muscles.

The moment the wall jumped, he instinctively looked above the wall.

Damn, wrong!

The ball didn’t fly over the wall; it went below the wall!!!

Watching the trajectory of the ball at the bottom of his eyes, Valdes realized he had made the wrong judgment.

Valdes quickly repositioned himself, changing from a flying dive to a ground dive, but this delay had already cost him, the angle of the ball wasn’t particularly tricky, yet it still rolled past his palms into the goal.

The ball went in!

White handkerchiefs fluttered in the wind at Camp Nou.

Some Barça fans started leaving their seats.

Meringue supporters cheered exuberantly in the visitor’s stand.

Their voices echoed throughout the stadium.

Boom—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

After scoring, Huang Kaiwen gave a thumbs-up towards the home supporters’ stand.

Sitting in the stand, Messi covered his mouth with a smile, then quickly realized it was inappropriate and hastily put down his hand, pretending nothing happened.

This is Kevin wishing him a speedy recovery, right?!

I wonder if Real Madrid will stay in Barcelona, if they do, inviting Kevin to dinner should be okay, right?

"With graying hair like snow, moving as swiftly as the wind, not afraid to ride a spirited horse, still able to draw a stiff bow. After being away from the field for 114 days due to injury, Huang Kaiwen returned to prove with his strength that he is still the best player in the world, bar none!"

"Dominating the El Clasico once again, facing Barça, Huang Kaiwen was absolutely ruthless. During halftime, I and Coach Zhang were speculating whether Huang Kaiwen would explode in the second half, and he surely never disappoints."

"Hey, heh, that’s right, in the first half Barça completely caught Real Madrid off guard, the field must have been watered today, definitely watered, right?"

"Yes, that must be it."

"So you see, Rijkaard was well-prepared, but there’s no way to contain Huang Kaiwen, one or two players can’t stop his breakthroughs, and after the fouls leading to free kicks, well, we all saw what happened."

"Exactly, that’s right. Huang Kaiwen is dangerous from any position, so we understand Rijkaard’s plan, but it seems he still couldn’t completely limit Huang Kaiwen."

"Both sides are about to make substitutions. Is Barça using up their last two substitutions at once? On Real Madrid’s side, Gago and Higuain are warming up; let’s see who will be substituted."

"Henry substitutes Deco, Barça really should bolster their offense. After warming up, Higuain returns to the bench, Gago comes on for Sneijder to strengthen the defense; both coaches make very tactical substitutions."

The game resumed.

Capello paced up and down the sidelines.

More than tactical matters, he wanted to know when it would be appropriate to substitute Huang Kaiwen.

Normally, waiting for another goal from Huang Kaiwen would suffice.

However, after the verbal altercation with Pinto, who mocked Huang Kaiwen by treating others as he would himself, Capello felt that today Huang Kaiwen might not want to leave the field.

Even though he hadn’t noticed any Barça substitute goalie mimicking the whistle.

But Kevin wouldn’t lie, right!

No wonder Kevin’s last shot lacked power.

The Barça substitutes are as cunning as their coach!

After realizing this, Capello decided to hold his position for now.

Letting Higuain warm up a few more times doesn’t matter, as long as he can substitute the moment Kevin is ready to leave the field.

Capello looked back and saw nothing unusual.

He’ll post online when he gets home tonight to see if cupping therapy helps with the chill on his back.

...

Barcelona launched another attack.

Ivanovic actively approached Henry.

Henry slightly pulled the ball back under his feet, and Ivanovic did not dare to be careless, fearing Henry’s acceleration and quickly adjusted his position.

Henry pulled the ball with his right foot, swiftly switching to the outside of his foot to knock the ball forward, intending to move through the center, while De Jong rushed up and immediately tackled, also spreading his legs wide to enlarge his defensive area.

Unable to accelerate, Henry had no choice but to jump to avoid De Jong’s foot, who then kicked the ball to Ivanovic with the sole of his foot.

Ivanovic turned and made a long pass.

Slap—

The ball crossed the midfield line after soaring over the heads of both sets of players, landing on the right flank.