After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 975 - 0325 Castle in the Sky Chelsea (Seeking Subscription)_3

Raul rushed to the front of the big penalty area and stretched out his left foot, Huang Kaiwen moved a step slowly, and hurried into the penalty area.

Raul, slightly influenced by him, adjusted and delivered a straight pass with his left foot.

Pa——

The ball quickly rolled into Chelsea’s penalty area.

Ronaldo also started almost simultaneously.

Sticking closely to the right sideline of the big penalty area, he surged into the box.

He had been hovering at the front, not running much distance, but in the penalty area, he accelerated again successfully leaving Ashley Cole behind and ran straight for the ball.

Huang Kaiwen, who had just returned to the penalty area, likewise turned to chase the ball.

Both Huang Kaiwen and Ronaldo are very fast players.

In such a narrow space in the penalty area, it’s hard to determine a winner.

But Ronaldo sprinted in a straight line, while Huang Kaiwen chased the ball diagonally.

Invisibly, the distance needed to run was further than Ronaldo’s.

The few meters of distance quickly vanished, and Ronaldo had already begun to adjust upon reaching the ball, slightly slowing down, preparing his shoulder and body muscles for a twisting shot.

Huang Kaiwen knew he couldn’t wait any longer, he steeled his heart, and lowered his center of gravity to the ground.

The left leg slightly bent, the right leg stretched straight.

With momentum, a sliding tackle!

Pa——

Ronaldo’s right foot hadn’t had a chance to lift, Huang Kaiwen was already there first.

His right foot tackled the ball away.

During the tackle, he also paid attention to sending the ball out of the penalty area instead of out over the baseline.

The referee immediately blew the halftime whistle.

Huang Kaiwen pulled on Raul’s hand to get up.

"Thanks, old man."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Raul shook his head without opening his mouth.

Huang Kaiwen remembered, Real Madrid’s first team was not allowed to speak to him now.

He could only smile wryly and walk back.

"So mysterious, you remind me of Nesta and Hierro."

Raul lowered his head, following behind Huang Kaiwen, not opening his mouth but making sounds with his throat.

The sound was very muffled, like phlegm stuck in his throat.

"I’m not that great."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile: "And your way of not speaking seems like a big villain in movies, villains in movies never open their mouths, just press something against their throat to make sounds. You better not talk, or maybe you’ll end up back with the B team collecting stats after years."

Looking at Huang Kaiwen’s back.

Raul felt even more desolate.

After Huang Kaiwen left the team, Real Madrid changed too much.

Previously, Huang Kaiwen wasn’t in every match, playing only around 10 or 20 matches a season.

But he was in the team.

The atmosphere in the dressing room and the performance on the pitch were completely different from now.

Calderon may have collected millions in kickbacks.

But those years the team seemed unaffected.

Everyone played happily, every now and then gathered at Kevin’s house.

Towards the end of the season, they started crazily harvesting honors.

And then took a bonus for a delightful vacation.

Those days, whether going to the team or returning home, there was always something to look forward to.

But now.

Raul shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He even doubted if he would have a chance to celebrate a championship at Plaza de la Cibeles before he retired.

...

Mourinho and Boas, left and right, greeted Huang Kaiwen.

Boas still held a water bottle and towel, the wand at his waist particularly conspicuous.

Mourinho’s facial expression was complicated.

Three parts pride, four parts concern, and several parts effort to appear detached.

To show such complex emotions, winning an Oscar in Hollywood wouldn’t be difficult.

Chelsea players had gotten used to such a scene.

Every halftime, the coaching staff wanted to carry Huang Kaiwen back.

Though a bit envious of Huang Kaiwen’s treatment, his skills were evident.

The gap was so wide that it couldn’t even spark jealousy.

Plus, Huang Kaiwen was generous, down-to-earth, and didn’t show off with teammates, Chelsea players all liked him.

Mourinho said: "Your performance was outstanding, the tackle was beautiful, but is your body okay?"

The Master of Bone-Shaping said Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t be injured today.

But Mourinho was still a bit worried.

Huang Kaiwen’s medical record was there, every season without getting injured 10 or 20 times was impossible.

"No problem, Coach, I feel great."

Huang Kaiwen wiped sweat with a towel, shook his arms, and said.

The Yellow Ball King now played relying on [Immunity Card].

Otherwise, even if the [Experience Card] he drew lacked speed, when he made moves during full sprint, it still placed a significant burden on his ankles and knees.

If he didn’t use the Immunity Card.

Playing football would be another way.

Focusing more on technique, reducing explosive dribbling and unconventional moves.

"That’s good, we’ll swap you out shortly."

Mourinho patted Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder: "The group stage is almost done, we need you prepared for more matches, if we can’t win the cup, we’ll need you to play."

"Okay, Coach, I’ll follow your lead."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Mourinho smiled and nodded.

He liked players who were this easy to talk to.

He glanced at Boas handing a water bottle next to Huang Kaiwen.

Mourinho couldn’t help shaking his head.

He thought only Ancelotti and Capello, those old fossils, would be so flattering.

Unexpectedly, Louis Andre acted similarly in front of Kevin too.

Perhaps the world wasn’t as principled as he thought, with only him being staunch.

Only he could maintain self amidst Kevin.

He, José Mourinho, was just that unique.

...

Both teams’ players entered the player tunnel.

"Real Madrid is powerless against us, even Kevin playing as a makeshift defender can stop them."