After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 951 - 0320 Justice Execution at Bernabeu (Subscribe) _3

As Marcelo dribbled the ball, his eyes constantly darted to the right flank.

Smack—

Seeing Ronaldo suddenly spring into action, he instantly twisted his body and crossed with his left foot.

The ball flew diagonally across half the field to the right, where Ronaldo sprinted to stop it.

Facing the advancing Ballack, he tapped the ball with his foot to accelerate past him, but with Ashley Cole quickly covering, Ronaldo could only move towards the central lane.

After sidestepping Mikel, Ashley Cole, finding the opportunity, spun sideways to block, stabbing the ball away with his foot.

"Ronaldo’s forward run was beautiful; Lampard’s position for the ball was too aggressive, making it hard to adjust for the pass."

"Exactly, with the speed of the game it’s hard to adjust defense and pass... Chelsea’s counterattack launched to the left again, good grief, they make no secret about it, once they get the ball they aim for Huang Kaiwen."

Huang Kaiwen received the ball on the left front side, sending Gago reeling.

He sprinted towards the left immediately, but before reaching, he had to turn back in pursuit.

Seeing this scene once again, the Meringues felt boundless sentiment well up inside them.

Perhaps Atletico and Barca fans felt the same agony back then.

The noble Real Madrid fans finally began to empathize.

The streaking blue-clad number ten made them fear he’d soon dribble straight to the goal at any moment.

Huang Kaiwen’s dribbling speed was just too fast.

Ivanovic backed off defensively, retreating with him all the way to the edge of the box.

While running, Huang Kaiwen lightly tapped with his right foot, forcing Ivanovic, who was leaning on his center of gravity, to move but when Huang Kaiwen pulled back with his inner foot, it was too late for Ivanovic to adjust his balance, watching helplessly as Huang Kaiwen dribbled past him into the box.

A small tail flick, yet it was utterly embarrassing.

Pepe rushed to defend by the left boundary of the penalty area.

He opted to extend his foot while keeping balanced, raising his arms for control.

Pepe’s arms, one high and one low, made him look like he was doing some martial art routine.

Huang Kaiwen decelerated, tapped back with his left foot, changing direction to rush horizontally into the box, prompting Pepe to swiftly pivot and sprint back.

Alonso, chasing back, dashed out from Drogba’s view, trying to block Huang Kaiwen.

Yet, within the penalty area, he dared not make bold moves.

Huang Kaiwen again tapped the ball with his left foot, dodging Alonso’s foot in a small sweep, facing the goal with his right foot.

Heinze, covering, couldn’t even reach Huang Kaiwen before he raised his right foot. Heinze could only stretch his foot symbolically alongside him, while Casillas, near the goalpost, dove to the right, but his descent couldn’t outpace the ball as he stretched his arm watching helplessly as it rolled inside the goal line near the right post.

Chelsea players madly rushed towards the Real Madrid box to celebrate.

Meanwhile, the Real Madrid players, supposed to be defending, hung their heads in despair.

"Huang Kaiwen, oh Huang Kaiwen, really has a big heart, staying incredibly steady in front of over eighty thousand Real Madrid fans."

"Indeed, as Huang Kaiwen said, his duty as a professional player is to tirelessly run on the pitch, only comforting losing friends after the final whistle; seems today Real Madrid players truly need consolation."

"Heinze and Casillas got into a spat, hehe, proving Real Madrid is still the broken unit it used to be, only in the past couple of seasons has someone gathered the players together."

"Damn, if I wasn’t near the post do you think he’d aim for the far corner?" Casillas grumpily asked Heinze, "You don’t think Kevin would only aim for the far corner, do you? Standing centrally means he’d choose the near corner by the post, which is also hard to save."

"Alright, alright."

Pepe stepped in to mediate, "He’s not a goalkeeper, he doesn’t understand, don’t get angry with him."

Heinze remained silent.

The outburst was a consequence of conceding a goal, speaking impulsively.

For a newcomer, such behavior isn’t wise.

Of course, he wouldn’t admit regret, not even Ferguson could make him concede.

If not for Real Madrid’s sudden interest in acquiring him.

He’d rather wait out the contract at Trafford before making a free transfer to Liverpool.

Watching defenders argue inside the box.

The Meringues who couldn’t hear Zhang commentary shared similar feelings.

Past two seasons witnessed Real Madrid united, conquering every championship worldwide.

The team made them forget Real Madrid players regularly hit headlines for internal disputes.

Today’s match’s arguments already surpassed last season’s disputes in count.

Even Raul on the pitch couldn’t unite them completely.

Seeing the number ten engulfed in blue.

The Meringues began to deeply reminisce.

Should time turn back, they’d try everything to obstruct Florentino’s comeback.

Let Calderon take kickbacks, it wasn’t their money.

Though Calderon even charged hygiene products to Real Madrid, sponsors fought to endorse Real Madrid then, fans strutted the streets with noses in the air, opening their mouths only to diss Audi’s low offer, closing them critiquing Mercedes’ ugliness.

As for BMW, Madrid’s dogs wouldn’t consider.

Huang Kaiwen’s commercial value made them truly feel what world’s most prestigious club meant.

Those days were wonderful indeed. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

[Old Kevin fans] evidently.

"Holy shit, my Huang Dad truly gives no face to Real Madrid."

"That’s right, thereafter Real Madrid players face him, they’ll freak out."

"Before Huang Kaiwen transferred to Real Madrid, Casillas got educated by him, it’s just past two years of comfort that erased memories of games dominated by Huang Kaiwen."