After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 715 - 0270 Decisive Battle, Jamaican Sprinter (Subscribe please)_4

The main referee blew the whistle to start the match at 6 PM.

Aguero passed the ball to Fran, who quickly played it back to a teammate in midfield.

Raúl García flicked the ball with his right foot, turning around to pass to Motta.

Motta sent a long pass over Huang Kaiwen’s head, and Maxi Rodríguez moved forward to control it with a lift of his foot, immediately knocking it with his left foot, preparing to bypass Gago with a player-ball split.

Gago smartly did not turn around but stretched out his foot to block off Rodriguez, preventing him from running forward.

Miguel Torres rushed up to take the ball, quickly passing it across the middle.

De Jong received the ball and pushed it forward, the ball rolling past Aguero to find Guti.

Guti pulled the ball with his left foot, dodging the oncoming Raúl García, and passed it to the dropping-back Cassano.

Huang Kaiwen sensed an opportunity, sticking close to Ibanez, ready to take off at any moment.

As Cassano looked up to survey, his right foot grazed the bottom of the ball. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Crack—

The ball flew quickly from behind the midfield line toward Atletico Madrid’s penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly burst into action, outrunning both Elber and Ibanez.

Ibanez reacted and turned, but Huang Kaiwen had already dashed several meters ahead, leaving Ibanez with no chance to catch up as the gap between them grew larger.

The Atletico Madrid fans widened their eyes.

How could they be hit with a counter-attack right from the start?

Seeing Huang Kaiwen charging toward their penalty area, the Atletico Madrid fans couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread.

"Shush!"

They put all their energy into booing to try and disrupt Huang Kaiwen.

Abbiati knew his teammates couldn’t provide cover, so he decisively rushed out of the penalty area.

Facing Huang Kaiwen inside the penalty area alone would only lead to a dead end.

The ball hit the ground, but Huang Kaiwen didn’t control it immediately.

Once the ball bounced, he boldly tapped the underside of the ball with his right foot.

Crack—

Abbiati instinctively turned sideways and reached out his hand, forgetting he was not in the penalty area, but still couldn’t stop the ball, which rolled past his feet quickly toward the penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen circled around the other side of Abbiati, charging at the ball.

Ibanez, taking advantage of Huang Kaiwen’s deceleration, gritted his teeth and charged at him.

By the time Huang Kaiwen got the ball again, he was less than half a meter from Ibanez.

But that half-meter meant he couldn’t do anything.

With Abbiati out of the penalty area and Atletico Madrid facing an open goal, Huang Kaiwen, running to the right side of the large penalty area, didn’t adjust but simply pushed the ball with the instep of his right foot, and the ball rolled quickly into the net.

"Man, just one minute into the game and Huang Kaiwen has scored the opening goal for Real Madrid."

"From this goal, you can see just how fast Huang Kaiwen is. Cassano had just passed the ball when Huang Kaiwen started, and in the blink of an eye, he left Atletico Madrid’s entire defensive line in the dust."

"Indeed, Huang Kaiwen split from the ball to get past Abbiati, and then scored in an empty net. While the goal looks simple, Huang Kaiwen’s control from the stop to the breakaway was textbook perfect."

[Huang Kaiwen was too much.]

"Damn, I thought it was offside, the camera couldn’t even keep up with this guy Huang Kaiwen."

"Do you guys think Huang Kaiwen could switch to sprinting, could he win a medal?"

"Huang Kaiwen’s fast, but even at 10.26 seconds, that’s not good enough for sprinting; to win a medal, you gotta run under 10 seconds."

"Didn’t Bolt say Huang Kaiwen has a chance to win if he trained a bit?"

"Be sensible, will you? He knows well that Huang Kaiwen can’t compete in the 100 meters, that’s why he said that. Nadal even said Huang Kaiwen could win championships, so according to that, anything Huang Kaiwen does, he’s supposedly the champion."

"But even among soccer players, this guy Huang Kaiwen isn’t the fastest. Caniggia ran a 10.23."

"No way, I read online that Caniggia ran a 10.03."

"Bullshit, I don’t believe he could run a 10.03, 10.23 is exaggerated enough as it is."

Huang Kaiwen laughed as he hugged Ramos and Cassano.

Those two really were fast coming up.

"How about that, isn’t my assist skill much better than Pirlo’s?"

Cassano asked.

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said, "That was indeed beautiful."

"Lucky shot!"

Ramos remarked.

Although Cassano’s on-the-ball skills were not bad, his crossing ability really wasn’t that high.

"What lucky shot? You’re just jealous!"

Cassano said, dissatisfied.

"I’ve been teammates with Andrea at Milan, and I think your crosses will never match up to his in this lifetime. If you disagree, find a time to compare with him on the national team," Ramos suggested.

Ramos retorted.

Cassano’s eyes widened.

He hadn’t expected Ramos to put it so bluntly.

A six-month study period in Milan had certainly sharpened his tongue.

But how could he just admit defeat?

Stubbornly, Cassano said, "Fine, let’s compare. I’ll definitely scare you then."

"Hmm."

Ramos expressed his disdain with a single syllable.

Huang Kaiwen put his arms around both men and walked them back.

Abbiati scratched his head as he watched Huang Kaiwen’s retreating figure.

He’d mentally prepared for the ball loss, but this couldn’t keep happening.

Alas, he hadn’t found the opportunity to communicate with Huang Kaiwen since the start of the game.

After all, Huang Kaiwen was still a Milan player, just on loan to Atletico Madrid.

He needed to remind Huang Kaiwen at some point—after all, they were on the same side!

The match had just started and lasted a little over a minute when Atletico Madrid kicked off again.

Motta quickly passed to Raúl García after receiving the ball, intentionally seeking out Huang Kaiwen.

Today, he was responsible for marking Real Madrid’s number ten.

Seeing the guy beside him, the only thing Huang Kaiwen could think of was Professor Bu’s peak performance.

Even more interestingly, Motta also hailed from Barca’s youth training.

That memorable match became an internal La Masia battle.

Motta was now closely marking Huang Kaiwen, but Huang Kaiwen was not in a rush, leisurely strolling around the backfield with Motta tagging along.

Atletico’s front line was on the attack, with Aguero in the middle, turning twice but finding no opportunity to pass, ultimately playing the ball back to Raúl García.

Guti charged towards the ball, and García quickly turned to pass it back.

When Motta received the ball, Huang Kaiwen took the chance to move to the center circle.

Torres rushed towards Motta, who swiftly knocked it back to his teammate again.

Raúl, pulling out to the flank, made a beeline for Pablo Ibáñez.

"Watch out!"

Ibáñez, carrying the ball sideways, didn’t notice Raúl approaching from behind. By the time he heard his teammates’ warning, Raúl had already poked the ball away from under Ibáñez’s feet.

Ibáñez, seeing Huang Kaiwen start his run, angled his run to prepare for blocking Huang Kaiwen’s path.

Huang Kaiwen, with the ball, lightly flicked it with his right foot, easily dashing past Ibáñez.

Fabiano Eller rushed toward the left to cover, but he was a bit too slow. Eller’s foot hit Huang Kaiwen’s right leg.

Sensing the contact, Eller quickly raised both arms to indicate he hadn’t fouled.

But when he turned back around, Eller’s eyes widened in shock.

Because Huang Kaiwen, who he had just kicked, only staggered for two steps before steadying himself, not falling over at all!

Eller, looking like a clown with his arms up in surrender, could only watch as Huang Kaiwen carried the ball quickly towards their penalty area, leaving Abbiati once again isolated and helpless inside the box.

The moment Huang Kaiwen’s left foot entered the penalty area, he wound up his right foot, hitting the back side of the ball with the instep.

Boom—

Abbiati reacted instantly, diving to save, but the ball still flew under his arm and swiftly found the net on the left side of the goal.