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

Cassano snorted coldly, targeting Totti, as he just remembered he still held a grudge against him.

Totti gave Huang Kaiwen an awkward smile.

”Don’t take it to heart, Antonio just can’t hide what’s on his mind, he’s not a bad guy.”

Huang Kaiwen tried to reassure him.

Totti shrugged his shoulders and walked out with him.

Cassano’s personality was clear to him; he had never thought about mending their relationship and naturally wouldn’t take his words to heart.

Both teams returned to the field amidst the fervent emotions of the Roma fans.

The goal in the final stages of the first half had given them hope for an equalizer.

As the players were warming up, Real Madrid had already made a substitution, with Marcelo replacing Torres.

A dejected Torres walked back to the bench, feeling as if his life was over!

A trailing Rome immediately organized a quick attack after kickoff.

Perrotta, who had made several mistakes, lost control of the ball again, giving Gago the opportunity to step in first and hook the ball back to his side.

Perrotta charged forward to press, but Gago quickly tapped the ball to Marcelo.

Marcelo remembered Torres’s fate and, after taking a look and seeing tight defense around Huang Kaiwen, passed the ball horizontally to Guti.

Guti himself carried the ball over the half line, as Huang Kaiwen started sprinting forward, with De Rossi and Panucci running alongside him, not daring to let Huang Kaiwen move freely even without the ball.

Approaching the front of the large penalty area, Huang Kaiwen twisted his foot to change direction, accelerating diagonally towards the middle.

Raul moved quickly to switch positions with Huang Kaiwen, and at the right moment, Guti pivoted and nudged the back of the ball with his left foot.

Thump—

A ground ball!

The ball rolled swiftly from the top of the arc towards the right side of the penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen, running to the right, lifted his foot, allowing the ball to pass under his left sole, the studs slightly grazing it to successfully reduce the speed and bring it under control.

With almost no pause, Huang Kaiwen powered his left calf and pointed behind the ball.

Thump—

The ball sped past Roma’s defenders to the right side of the penalty area, where Robben, on a successful offside trap, couldn’t stop the ball at first and, seeing it almost go out of bounds, caught up and twisted his body to deliver a right-footed cross.

Guti, who had moved forward into the penalty area, attracted defenders, allowing Raul, coming in later, to find an opening and jump for a header. The ball grazed the lower end of the left post and went out of bounds.

”Ah, so close.”

”Although there was no goal, you can see from this switch why Huang Kaiwen is so hard to defend against—he’s too nimble, heh heh.”

”Yes, even though it’s said time and again, after moving to Real Madrid, Huang Kaiwen is even more versatile than he was at AC Milan. This tactical freedom has allowed him to exert even greater power. After all, defenders can’t keep following him everywhere, and just before, a Barca player ran with Huang Kaiwen and ended up colliding with a teammate.”

”Just after Doni restarts the game, Huang Kaiwen presses high and, good heavens, successfully steals it, turns, and shoots... and it’s a goal!!!”

”Huang Kaiwen has just scored a goal at the start of the second half. Perrotta is really not in good form today—in this confrontation, not so intense, Huang Kaiwen stretches out his foot for the interception, and Perrotta just falls over.”

”Heh heh, Juan Santos tried to block it, and Doni, who dived to save it, had no chance, as the shot turned into a lob, flying over his head.”

”Just two minutes into the second half, Huang Kaiwen helps Real Madrid extend the lead once again! The strongest forward in La Liga lives up to his name!”

”Now it’s not going to be easy for Roma. Those three goals are three away goals. If Real Madrid maintains this score until full time, they’ve basically secured qualification.”

”Indeed, but I think Roma won’t give up; they’re certain to counterattack.”

Capello smiles and applauds.

Although he didn’t expect a goal so soon after halftime, it was scored by Kevin, so wasn’t that normal?

De Jong completes an interception on the field, and Real Madrid starts a counter-attack.

De Rossi sticks close to Huang Kaiwen, following him towards the middle and ignoring any positions—his only goal is to prevent Huang Kaiwen from getting the ball easily.

Guti, having crossed the middle line with the ball and finding no great chances, passes it horizontally to Ramos.

Ramos carries the ball forward quickly, having learned not only defensive experience at AC Milan but also quite a bit about attacking; Milan’s defenders are very proactive in attack.

Thump—

Reaching the attacking third, Ramos quickly passes to Raul, noticing an open space next to him.

Raul smoothly passes the ball to Robben, who runs forward with it, sees Huang Kaiwen reach the right flank and sends a pass across, before surging into the penalty area himself.

Huang Kaiwen, momentarily free from De Rossi, receives the ball and adjusts it with his left foot, stopping it in front of him.

He takes a step forward, making his direction parallel to the line of the penalty area.

The defenders inside the penalty area haven’t realized the danger yet; they’re waiting for Huang Kaiwen to cut inside towards them.

”Damn it, press him!”

Doni shouts.

But it’s too late.

Huang Kaiwen winds up his right arm and spins his left foot under the ball.

Boom—

The rotation on this shot isn’t too fierce, but it’s curving.

The ball quickly passes over Juan Santos, then above the heads of all the players, flying towards the left side of the goal.

Doni, positioned towards the right, throws himself in a dive. Despite stretching his arm as far as he can, the shot’s angle is tricky, and the Roma goalkeeper can only watch the ball drill into the net once more.

Two goals conceded within four minutes!

Even the passionate Roma fans began to fall silent.

Capello doesn’t celebrate; instead, he turns to the bench and makes his signature gesture, hooking his index and middle fingers together.

Higuain takes off his jacket and throws it to the ground, starting to warm up on the sidelines.

Iguain walks to the sidelines, sighing. Damn it!

What a pity that the training grounds’ parking lot now has security patrolling.