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

Diego Capel left in frustration.

Alves, teeth clenched, stared at the goal as if he was looking at someone.

All the pressure he had felt recently, this world filled with malice, he was determined to shatter it with his own two feet.

Beep—

The whistle blew, Alves took a run-up, and with a twist, he struck the underside of the ball with his right foot.

Bang—

The ball flew over the wall at great speed, heading for the top left corner of the goal, a very tricky angle.

Casillas leapt, stretching out his arm in an effort.

Thud—

A muffled sound followed, the ball hit the glove and deflected to the right.

Fabiano and Ramos tussled as they chased after the ball, with Ramos getting there first and swiftly hitting the underside of the ball with his right foot.

He recalled the half year he spent training in Milan.

To perfect his crosses, he learned from many teammates. Now was the time to test the fruits of his learning!

Huang Kaiwen judged the trajectory and started sprinting towards the right.

The ball flew out from the penalty area quickly, began to drop near the midfield, bounced once past the halfway line, and Huang Kaiwen slightly sidestepped to let the ball pass, then continued to drive it fast towards the opponent’s penalty area.

”Hiss!”

”Hiss!”

”Hiss!”

The Sevilla fans gave Huang Kaiwen his first jeers of the day.

They really didn’t want to see Huang Kaiwen with the ball.

The first half had already ended with a large score difference.

Today, it seemed like Sevilla might create a new history, one of humiliation!

The Sevilla fans truly didn’t wish to see their team concede another goal.

During the recent free kick opportunity, most of the players had gone up to attack.

Only Mosquera was holding back.

Raul was still speeding up on the left flank. In this situation, with two against one, the chance of scoring was very high.

Huang Kaiwen moved the ball forward rapidly.

Mosquera quickly marked Huang Kaiwen, and just before the penalty area, he had managed to position himself in front of Huang Kaiwen. But Huang Kaiwen, who was already prepared, shifted slightly and tapped the back of the ball with the instep of his right foot.

Crack—

Another curving ball!

The ball cleanly bypassed Mosquera from behind and rolled to the left side of the penalty area.

Raul, who had managed to dash into the penalty area ahead of Prieto and Keita, didn’t even need to adjust – the ball came to him naturally. In stride, Raul extended his left foot and nudged the back of the ball.

Bang—

Palop reacted swiftly, but the shot was too close!

As he fell to the ground, the ball had already squeezed under his armpit and into the goal.

Scoring for the second time, Raul was ecstatic.

Running towards the visiting fans’ stand, he turned back to point at Huang Kaiwen; Huang Kaiwen responded with an uplifted thumb and a smile.

”5:0!”

”Real Madrid’s attacking power is just too strong. In just over 20 minutes since kick-off, they have already shot on goal 12 times.”

”Heh, Huang Kaiwen’s pass was truly beautiful, his ability to organize the play is not at all inferior to a top-tier midfielder. I said from the start that Sneijder and Guti pulling wide was specifically to feed Huang Kaiwen the ball. Go on, defend; if Huang Kaiwen falls back to organize, push harder and he’ll just shoot from midfield. And if you let him near the penalty area, you’re in for a full-frontal assault; that’s really tough to handle.”

”Huang Kaiwen has indeed been very active today.”

”Next, Chelsea facing Real Madrid, Mourinho is going to have a headache, heh heh.”

Galbiati stood up and walked to the side of the pitch, asking, ”Aren’t we going to make substitutions?”

”Let’s not,”

Capello shook his head and said, ”There shouldn’t be any issues today; let’s keep it to five goals. Kevin hasn’t played for a while, let him release some energy on the pitch.”

”That works too.”

Galbiati nodded in agreement.

Scoring five goals shouldn’t be difficult for Kevin.

Seeing Higuain warming up on the sideline, Galbiati asked, ”He’s been warming up for a long time, aren’t you going to tell him to go back?”

”Ah, I forgot,”

Capello said with a smile, gesturing to Higuain to return to the bench.

Shit!

Higuain bent down to pick up his training jacket, fuming as he clenched the jacket tightly and headed towards the bench.

”By the way, I’ve been feeling a chill on my back lately, but the checks haven’t found any problems.”

Capello mentioned casually.

”Then you should really pay attention to your health.”

Galbiati advised.

Capello nodded, thinking that if it persisted, he might go back to Italy for a check-up.

Back on the pitch, Sevilla launched another attack. Heeding the coach’s advice, Diego Capel also had no choice but to steel himself and take charge of the ball. This Spanish player’s dribbling abilities were quite good, a traditional type of winger.

Today he behaved cautiously, afraid of losing the ball to a counterattack and being singled out by the newspapers afterwards.

Having been encouraged by the coach, he could no longer evade the responsibility.

Capel tapped the ball with his left foot, nudging it slightly forward.

Accelerating, he squeezed through the gap between Guti and the sideline, and immediately sent a cross over to Real Madrid’s back line.

Ivanovic made a rare mistake, failing to head the ball.

Ramos, rushing into the penalty area, got in front of Kanoute and jumped to send the ball towards the right flank with a header.

The clearing pass was anything but high quality.

De Jong lifted his foot but couldn’t stop this powerful ball.

Capel pressed forward to challenge, and De Jong hastily tapped the ball towards Gago, who was coming forward to offer support.

Gago saw Marcelo signalling for the ball and booted a long cross to him.

The ball floated towards the left flank, and Marcelo lifted his left foot and pressed the ball perfectly under his control.

”Beautiful, what a great first touch! Among the whole Real Madrid team, Marcelo’s control might only be second to Huang Kai.”

”Passed him! Huang Kaiwen has run over to the left flank again, heh heh, Boulahrouz is chasing him all over the field, deep-fried dough ball! Huang Kaiwen’s ’deep-fried dough ball’ move almost invariably outmaneuvers his opponent; even if you know it’s coming, you can’t defend against it. Barca’s young talent Iniesta hasn’t mastered it yet.”

”Boulahrouz and Crespo have joined forces and brought Huang Kaiwen down. Here it comes again!”