After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 952 - 0320 Justice Execution at Bernabeu (Subscribe) _4

"Back then, my dad collided with Real Madrid in Serie A not very often."

"Don’t worry, it will be more frequent from now on. From my years of watching experience, the draw always coincidentally pairs Chelsea with Real Madrid frequently."

"Whoa, that’s too cruel!"

"Cruel? You don’t even know what cruel is! Just watch, Real Madrid is likely to advance as the second in their group. At that time, avoiding teams from the same country and the same group, they can easily draw AC Milan, who have basically locked first place with three consecutive wins. Even Ibrahimovic said Real Madrid doesn’t deserve Huang Kaiwen and wants to teach them a lesson."

"Ibrahimovic is a true fan of Huang Kaiwen."

"Hahaha, Ibrahimovic boasts even more than his skills, I remember he said no one is as excellent as him except Huang Kaiwen and Ronaldo."

"His skills are indeed strong, with Torres and Kaka, this Trident seems more luxurious than Chelsea’s."

"Nonsense, Milan’s players all have Ballon d’Or level ability, after all, Drogba was at least in the top five of Ballon d’Or, while Joe Cole really drags down Chelsea’s Trident average level, it’s my dad who raises the combination’s average strength."

...

Raul walked back with his head down.

Exhaustion flooded over him like a tidal wave.

Even full dedication couldn’t make him forget everything.

Although he didn’t look at the away fans’ stands.

But those two kids would definitely be celebrating Kevin’s goal excitedly.

His wife might restrain herself a bit.

But Raul didn’t want to see the sympathetic look in his wife’s eyes that one would give to a stray dog.

The Prince of Bernabeu, Spain’s Golden Boy.

One of the greatest captains in Real Madrid’s history.

These are all Raul’s proudest accolades.

But when he faced Huang Kaiwen, he realized that empty reputation meant nothing in front of absolute strength.

Even as the captain of the best club of the 21st century, he still couldn’t stop Real Madrid from being utterly defeated.

Last year, Real Madrid’s goalkeeper could showcase a solo run against Chelsea, and this year that goalkeeper led Chelsea to crush Real Madrid.

So.

It’s not that Real Madrid is superior.

The superior one is Kevin.

Looking back at his dejected teammates, Raul didn’t know what to say to lift their spirits.

Ah.

Clap—

Raul chose to pass back, and Lampard dribbled forward himself.

His face full of determination.

Raul immediately shook his head, reminding himself to get invigorated and follow Lampard forward.

There was a commotion in the stands, Raul was curious but kept his focus on the field.

In the stands.

Ugo, a 300-pound die-hard Real Madrid fan, was holding a thin man in a robe with both hands.

Ugo’s good friend, Carlos Piles, with his scrawny arms crossed, sneered and asked the wizard in front of him: "Tell me, who sent you."

"I, I don’t know."

The robed man said.

"Looks like you’re ready to hold out till the end, although I don’t want to use any special means, but heh heh..."

Carlos Piles tapped a firecracker in his right hand against the palm of his left, laughing as he said.

The hooked nose and that scar made him look a bit psychotic.

He could play a lunatic in a movie without makeup.

"I really don’t know..."

The robed man explained with tears: "It was an account that transferred money to me, I haven’t met that person, he didn’t say much information over the phone, the tickets were stuffed under the hotel door... Oh God, I swear everything I said is true."

That Piles said he would light the firecracker and stick it up his ass.

Is he a demon?

There was a sigh from the nearby stands.

Ugo took the initiative to explain: "Our new No. 9’s long shot almost scored, but it was saved by the Chelsea Goalkeeper."

"Alright, I’m even angrier the ball didn’t go in." Carlos Piles asked: "Aren’t you a wizard? Why are you calling on God."

"Wizard is a profession, God is a belief, there’s no conflict!"

The robed man quickly explained.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Piles continued tapping the firecracker against his palm, causing the robed man’s heart to tremble continuously.

Afraid that the terrifying man would light the firecracker in the next second.

After a few seconds of silence, Piles spoke: "Is it Florentino who paid you to curse Kevin?"

"No, it’s really not..."

Before the robed man finished his sentence, Piles glared.

He took out a rusty cross key from his pocket and licked it with his tongue.

"Let me ask this another way."

Piles spun the keychain around his finger and asked: "Florentino paid you to curse Kevin and then didn’t give you the remaining payment, so you want to expose it to the newspaper, right?"

"No... ah, yes, yes!" The robed man reacted and nodded frantically: "Damn Florentino, he shorted me 2000 Euros, no, 20,000 Euros of the payment because this curse is consuming my life force, that guy actually didn’t pay, I must make him pay the price."

"Very good."

Piles nodded and said: "I hate people who don’t keep their promises the most, you as an outsider will definitely not be able to find the newspaper office, so I’ll personally take you there. But before that, we need to verify some details, come on, I’ll tell you how you met Florentino and how the deal was done..."

On the field, Mikel intercepted Lampard, Deco made a long pass to launch a counterattack again.

"Wow, again to the front, Chelsea’s counterattack seems unstoppable, Huang Kaiwen aimed at the landing point and heel-kicked the ball in front of him, he suddenly appeared at the weak defense on the right, head, wow, he headed into the box, crossed! Pepe headed the ball out of the goal line, another corner kick!"