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

Huang Kaiwen stood next to referee Mehuto Gonzalez.

Looking at the referee he asked, ”Mr. Referee, what foul did you blow the whistle for?”

Mehuto, confused, looked at Huang Kaiwen and said, ”I didn’t blow the whistle, I’ve been watching the attack. Look, the whistle is still in my hand.”

To prove his point, Mehuto raised the whistle in his hand.

Raul, standing nearby, said, ”But I also heard the whistle sound.”

Mehuto turned his head to look at the stands, trying to find the whistle in the hands of the Barça fans.

But finding a whistle among ninety thousand people was not easy.

Huang Kaiwen remembered something and walked towards the Barça substitutes’ bench.

Raul and the others hurriedly followed; they didn’t trust Huang Kaiwen to go to the opponents’ bench alone.

”It was you, wasn’t it!”

Huang Kaiwen said confidently.

”What was me?”

Pinto asked nonchalantly with a shrug and a tilt of his head.

His face gave nothing away.

”Stop pretending, you mimicked the whistle sound with your mouth, didn’t you? If it weren’t for that whistle sound, I wouldn’t have taken the shot in haste,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

”Blaming others when you don’t score, is that your secret to winning the Ballon d’Or?”

Pinto asked disdainfully.

”You son of a bitch!”

Cassano cursed aloud and then lashed out with his foot.

De Jong quickly stepped in behind Cassano and grabbed him around the waist, causing Cassano to kick at the air.

The Barça substitutes shielded Pinto at the back.

Real Madrid substitutes quickly rushed over to the Barça substitutes’ side.

Players from both teams also quickly arrived at the scene.

Capello held the Exquisite Tower in his hand, his eyes under the glasses locked onto the back of Rijkaard’s head.

If that guy dared to make a move, Capello was ready to go after him.

The two teams faced off at the sidelines.

The referees quickly got between the players, and Mehuto sternly warned, ”Whoever reaches out now will get a red card immediately!”

”Forget it, let’s go,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

”No wonder you didn’t win the Ballon d’Or this year, always blaming others when you fail to score!”

Pinto said sarcastically.

His words made the Real Madrid players hesitate.

Mehuto directly reached into his pocket, pulled out a red card towards Pinto, and pointing towards the player’s tunnel, he said, ”You, leave immediately!”

Damn, if we let this Barça substitute goalkeeper talk any more, today’s Clásico won’t continue.

Pepe and De Jong watched as Pinto got up reluctantly, a glint in their eyes.

Sneijder pointed his finger at Pinto and said, ”You better watch your mouth!”

Robben’s eyes widened, damn, Sneijder beat him to it again!

Higuain sighed, wishing he hadn’t left his backpack in the locker room.

With Pinto’s disruption, the atmosphere between the two sides grew even more tense.

Valdes kicked off, Raul and Huang Kaiwen both rushed forward to press.

Max quickly made a side pass, and Milito spread his legs to let the ball pass through.

Cassano reached out and tugged at Abidal. Outmatched in size, Abidal turned and tripped Cassano, who fell and stuck his foot into the side of Abidal’s shin guard.

Beep—

”Hey, yellow card!”

”The Spanish Clásico, there’s never a dull moment. The rivalry between the two teams has intensified since Capello returned to Real Madrid.”

[Huang Kaiwen the bastard]

”I think it’s because of Huang Kaiwen the bastard.”

”It is indeed because of Huang Kaiwen, but that’s also Barça’s own fault. They all know Huang Kaiwen is fragile yet they still foul him hard, it’s no wonder the Real Madrid players are tense.”

”I have this illusion, it feels like the Real Madrid players are just there to fight for Huang Kaiwen the bastard.”

”You’re right, ever since Huang Kaiwen transferred to Real Madrid, Guti’s temper has grown larger and he’s always ready to fight.”

”Haven’t you noticed? Whenever Real Madrid players defend Huang Kaiwen, Capello always protects those players after the game.”

”Damn, Huang Kaiwen this bastard really has some face.”

”Looking at the performance of Real Madrid and AC Milan, you can see why Huang Kaiwen this bastard has such face. Capello has turned from being beaten to beating others, haven’t you seen how bossy he is at press conferences now.”

”Another foul, the victim was Raul, but not so many Real Madrid players stepped in.”

Huang Kaiwen walked over and helped Raul up, asking, ”How are you, do you need to come off?”

”No problem,”

Raul said with a smile.

Playing with Huang Kaiwen, he often runs to attract defenders, getting fewer chances to shoot.

”Do you want to take the free kick?”

Guti came up and asked.

”I’ll take it,”

Huang Kaiwen said, looking at the distance and nodding.

The way Messi kicks free kicks isn’t suited for long distance.

This position, about 25 meters out, was just right.

The Barcelona players nervously lined up the wall inside the penalty area, and Real Madrid players also looked for opportunities to disrupt the wall.

Even before the free kick was taken, the tension was palpable.

The theme at Camp Nou was booing, the Barcelona players neither wanted to see Huang Kaiwen with the ball nor wanted him standing over a set piece.

Sitting behind the goal alongside Inzaghi, Kaka nervously wrung his hands together.

He was never this nervous even when he played himself.

As Valdes watched Huang Kaiwen wiping the ball with the inside of his shirt, memories inevitably flooded his mind.

It was also a Clásico, also at Camp Nou.

That damn teammate had given Real Madrid a penalty, and then the Real Madrid number ten stood at the penalty spot.