After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Real Madrid kicked off from the back, Casillas sending a long ball directly to the left wing.

Huang Kaiwen controlled the ball with his chest, back to the goal, and brought it down to his feet.

Joaquin quickly marked Huang Kaiwen from behind.

Huang Kaiwen attempted to turn with the ball, but seeing Baraja charging at him, he immediately passed it back to Diarra.

Diarra played a side pass to Carlos, who carried the ball forward quickly.

Joaquin simply acted as if he hadn’t seen it, not going to defend, leaving Carlos for Baraja.

The collision between Baraja and Carlos.

It was purely a battle of muscle and strength.

Carlos, being shorter and having a lower center of gravity, was steadier on his feet. After entangling with Baraja for a few steps, Carlos tapped the ball along the sideline and accelerated to break free from Baraja.

Huang Kaiwen made a quick forward dash.

Luis Miguel was promptly by Huang Kaiwen’s side.

Even if Huang Kaiwen didn’t have the ball, he couldn’t be careless, the lost ball earlier was because he was a step slow to react.

Carlos continued his run forward, while Huang Kaiwen created space on the wing by moving into the penalty area.

Luis Miguel rushed at Carlos.

Ayala stuck close to Huang Kaiwen.

Carlos carried the ball all the way to the end line, unable to shake off Miguel with speed. The Portuguese international had exceptional physical fitness. Nearing the end line, Carlos twisted his body and managed a forced cross.

The ball was blocked by Miguel’s outstretched leg for a corner.

”Are you taking the corner?”

Guti asked quietly.

Huang Kaiwen had turned set-piece training into an art form.

”Forget it, you take it,”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Wasn’t he practicing headers during the warm-up just waiting for such an opportunity?

Huang Kaiwen didn’t rush to crowd the goal area; having Emerson and Ramos there was enough. His presence there wouldn’t be of much use.

Moreover, with set pieces, positioning was more important than simply standing in place.

Huang Kaiwen stood on the edge of the six-yard box, a position that allowed him to watch the trajectory of the cross, ready to rush into the six-yard box for a header, or to retreat for an overhead kick or other opportunities.

The Yellow Ball King hadn’t watched all those match videos for nothing.

To make the most of his ”Player Card,” he had devoted quite a bit of time each day to learning; success doesn’t come easily to anyone.

Flores noticed that only Joaquin was marking Huang Kaiwen, and their heights were quite similar.

Looking into the box, he didn’t see any major problems.

Huang Kaiwen wasn’t known for his heading, so it was smart for the defenders to target the taller players first.

”Go over and mark him together,” Flores waved and shouted.

Miguel Palacios and Joaquin defended Huang Kaiwen, one in front and one behind. Flores breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this should be fail-safe.

Guti ran up and took the corner.

As Huang Kaiwen prepared to jump for the ball’s landing point, Miguel Palacios circled around from behind to in front of him and leaped up, heading the ball clear of the penalty area with a flick.

”Guti’s intentions with that pass were too obvious,”

”Huang Kaiwen didn’t jump; his preparations weren’t quite sufficient, and he doesn’t score many goals with his head, either.”

”Right, especially from set pieces, Huang Kaiwen prefers to try for a volley rather than a header; the diving header in the UEFA Champions League final came from open play.”

”Real Madrid’s backfield is empty, Valencia’s counterattack is very fast. Joaquin sends a long pass to Silva, who takes the ball and charges toward Real Madrid’s half.”

”Wow, it’s like Silva has wings on his feet, his pace is so fast, the more I watch, the more he resembles Vicente, Salgado... beautiful!!!”

”Salgado’s successful tackle breaks up Valencia’s counterattack; Silva still held on to the ball a bit too long, he should have passed it to his teammates sooner.”

Salgado got up quickly and cleared the ball with a long kick, Raul, chasing back to near the midfield, jumped ahead of Baraja to graze the ball with his head.

Huang Kaiwen saw the opportunity and turned to burst forward, nudging the ball a few meters ahead with his chest, then exploded past Albiol from the side.

Players from both teams had just rushed towards Real Madrid’s half, now they were turning back towards Valencia’s penalty area.

Albiol, straining to catch up with Huang Kaiwen, still couldn’t manage to overtake him.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen taking the ball down the right side of the penalty area, Albiol chose to run from Huang Kaiwen’s right to his left.

The tense Valencia fans breathed a sigh of relief.

Their young defender’s positioning was excellent, and to shoot from the right side of the penalty area, one had to get past Albiol first.

Close to the touchline now, Albiol saw Huang Kaiwen’s move and instinctively spread his arms to increase his defensive area, never considering the possibility of giving away a penalty.

But Huang Kaiwen’s left foot wasn’t preparing to shoot, instead he gently tapped the ball backward with his left foot.

He turned quickly to take the ball again.

As Albiol stretched out his foot, Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball with the outside of his left foot, creating an angle and immediately curled the shot.

Bang—

Ayala, who had followed Raul into the small penalty area, couldn’t react in time; the ball had already flown by his side, heading straight for the near corner of the goal.

Canizares had been adjusting his position ever since Huang Kaiwen brought the ball into the penalty area.

The goalkeeper, a product of Real Madrid’s academy and who had played two first-team matches under Capello, didn’t want to concede another goal.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s shooting motion, he had already stretched out his arms to dive.

Canizares was known for his quick reflexes, which had secured his starting spot for Valencia despite being only 1.81 meters tall.

But just like the first goal, he was a step too slow.

He was off by just the length of a finger; had he touched the ball.

But after all, he missed.

Canizares watched the ball fly past him and once more hit the back of the net.

”Kevin!”

”Kevin!”

”Kevin!”

In the silent Mestalla Stadium, only the cries from the Meringue fans in the away section could be heard.

Inside the broadcast booth,

Crudeli’s voice was full of vigor, and one would wonder how such an energetic older man, in his sixties, had so much energy.

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin Goal!!!”

”This counterattack saw Kevin drive the ball all the way to the right, deceiving the opposition with continuous feints. After finding the shooting angle, he didn’t hesitate to twist his body and fire off a shot.”

”Although Kevin didn’t use too many fancy techniques, his mastery of simple skills was pure gold. Albiol was like a training cone in front of him.”

”A push shot to the far corner with his right foot, a curling shot to the near corner with his left; what else is there to explain? Kevin’s feet can both reach the shooting level of top forwards. Valencia’s previous unbeaten streak shows Canizares, the former Real Madrid player, has enough quality.”

”It’s not that Canizares is lacking in skill; the goalkeeper correctly anticipated the shots both times. Who would guess he’s facing an opponent who is simply unbeatable?”

”Kevin not only uses both feet for shooting but also for celebrating he chooses a forward somersault and a backward somersault, to find some fun on the pitch. Kevin probably sets little rules for himself, like changing his shooting foot after each goal, otherwise, he might quickly lose interest in soccer, a sport with seemingly little challenge for him.”

”Although the somersaults look cool, I still hope Kevin will use safer celebration moves.”

Italian fans in front of the TV watched Huang Kaiwen land his somersault in the corner flag area.

Suddenly, they felt it was good that Huang Kaiwen had left Serie A.

When Huang Kaiwen played in Italy, only Milan could smile.

Now, they no longer had to worry about their home teams being thrashed by Milan.