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

In the box, Calderon, watching the match with the sponsors, smiled and applauded.

Hiding the excitement in his heart.

As the president of Real Madrid, and the president who signed Kevin, he had to keep his composure a bit more. He wanted to show those bumpkins from the Middle East what noble temperament looked like.

”See that? That’s Kevin’s strength.”

Calderon said with a smile, ”After every match, Real Madrid’s sponsorship fees go up, so if you want to sponsor Real Madrid, you need to act fast.”

”Mm-hmm!”

The man in the white turban nodded vigorously.

It wasn’t about the money; they were more concerned about their international image.

In the world’s number one sport, supporting the world’s number one club and the world’s number one player was indeed worth paying a high price for.

The man in the white turban asked, ”So, it’s the number we just agreed on, right?”

”Sorry, but after Kevin’s hat-trick, the sponsorship fee needs to be raised by another million,” Calderon said with a laugh. ”By the end of the match, a million might not be enough.”

The man in the white turban: ...

F*ck.

You might as well just rob me.

Extracting oil doesn’t bring in money as quickly as your football club does!

...

”Pull someone over, just pull someone over, don’t let him get started!” Javier Aguirre shouted to the field.

The Atletico Madrid defenders all hung their heads, not looking at their coach on the sidelines.

It’s easy for the coach to say, but even if they want to foul, they have to be able to keep up with the opponent’s speed.

How can they foul when they’re thrown off just by the start?

After the match resumed, the Atletico Madrid players were clearly flustered.

Not only was Huang Kaiwen scoring goals, but Real Madrid’s defense today was also obviously better than before.

The cooperation between the midfield triangle of De Jong, Guti, and Gago was getting more and more in tune. Guti’s defense was a bit weak, but his attitude was positive, and the passing ability of De Jong and Gago was also decent.

On the defensive line, Torres had grown a bit since last season, and although he was still leaky, Pepe switching partners and the return of Ramos infused new vitality into Real Madrid’s backline.

Atletico Madrid’s midfield couldn’t find any opportunities to deliver key passes, forcing Aguero and Fran to frequently fall back to receive the ball.

In injury time of the first half, Rodriguez tried to force his way past Miguel Torres with a knock-on. Instinctively, Torres reached out his foot and successfully stole the ball.

Seeing that Huang Kaiwen only had Motta beside him and Torres, who had not regained his balance, tried to shift his weight and fell as he passed the ball in front of Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen continued his run without changing rhythm, easily bringing the ball under his control.

Following Huang Kaiwen, Motta clearly felt overwhelmed. He was giving it his all, yet Huang Kaiwen’s face still held an air of ease. Motta knew that he would be left behind as soon as Huang Kaiwen made his second acceleration.

”Charge!!!”

With a violent shout, Motta reminded Penia.

Penia also sensed the danger, his calf muscles tensing, ready to charge at Huang Kaiwen.

He had just started and hadn’t sprinted out yet.

Huang Kaiwen, with a swift interweaving of his feet, struck the ball hard with his left foot.

Smack—

As Penia turned to adjust his stance once more, he saw the ball speed past him toward his own penalty area, with number ten knocking it almost half the pitch away. Was he that confident in his speed?

By the time Penia had turned around, Huang Kaiwen had already darted through the space between him and Motta.

The gap of several meters was erased in an instant.

”God damn it, foul him, foul him!!!” Aguirre bellowed from the sidelines.

Every time he watched Huang Kaiwen initiate a counter-attack with the ball, his heart would inevitably race; he was fed up with such scenes.

His players were usually card-prone, so why wouldn’t they foul today?!

Ibanez, rushing back, was at a loss for words.

He was trailing at the rear just now, and after turning around, he found the distance had already closed significantly. Now he was running full tilt back, and even in his peripheral vision, he could see Huang Kaiwen’s figure drawing near.

Ibanez was sure, if he tried to adjust his run to the left, he would definitely be left behind by Huang Kaiwen.

So Ibanez didn’t dare to change direction and could only grit his teeth and rush back.

Thinking of intercepting Huang Kaiwen when he cut inside.

Huang Kaiwen reached the penalty area before catching up to the ball, then swiftly extended his left foot and tapped the side of the ball.

Smack—

Ibanez surged forward with a stance, extending his leg to intercept Huang Kaiwen’s pass.

But he was a beat too slow to the ball, only able to watch it roll quickly past him.

Abbiati quickly readjusted his position again.

Elber had just stepped into the penalty area and was in no position to stop a central run from Raul, who rushed into the box. Abbiati dove to the ground at the first opportunity, still unable to block Raul’s close-range poke. The ball rolled past his palms into the net.

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin!!!”

Crudeli in the broadcast booth shouted excitedly.

”GoalGoalGoal!!!”

”Being Kevin’s teammate, Raul will find that scoring is just that simple.”

”All Raul had to do was run with him, rush into the box and kick out his foot, and he would bag a goal.”

”What Kevin said during the Mr. World Football award ceremony was truly touching, even as the best player in the history of football, he didn’t forget these ordinary teammates.”

”But I have to refute Kevin’s words; it’s not that the other players sacrificed for Kevin’s success, it’s that his teammates have realized that by passing the ball to Kevin, they can achieve victory!”

”Kevin, with his mesmerizing skills, has made his teammates’ ordinary passes extraordinary! Even I, if I played on the field with Kevin, could easily become the assist king of Europe!”