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

Huang Kaiwen handled that mess.

”I have a feeling that Real Madrid players are like they’re getting into a fight with a side of soccer,”

”The Real Madrid’s team doctor sure is fast.”

”It seems like Huang Kaiwen’s always pulling people apart in every scuffle. Have you noticed he’s been getting injured less often lately?”

”What injury, he’s faking it!”

”Then why do you think he’s not faking it anymore?”

”I don’t know. Huang Kaiwen rested during the first half of the season and didn’t come back for the key matches, which has shattered my previous impression of him. Maybe he wasn’t faking it and was actually injured?”

Huang Kaiwen finally managed to calm his teammates down.

Looking at Raul, who didn’t step forward from the side, he almost laughed.

This time, in the conflict,

Ramos and Sneijder received yellow cards.

Guti was held back by Raul from behind and didn’t rush forward.

Otherwise, he would have accumulated enough yellow cards for a suspension.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen was alright, Real Madrid players weren’t too agitated.

”Are you taking the kick, Kevin?”

Guti stepped forward and asked.

The left flank was too close to the sideline, making him uncomfortable to kick with his left foot.

”Let Sergio do it,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

Ramos nodded solemnly.

He had to take the free kick well and not let Kevin’s trust in him go to waste.

Sneijder, who was initially keen on trying, had to move aside upon seeing this.

Fact is, he too was a left-footed player and the position wasn’t quite right.

But he always had to look for opportunities to showcase himself. In a big club like Real Madrid, there was competition everywhere, and one couldn’t afford to slack off or teammates would overtake you.

Once teammates cleared the way,

Ramos, imitating Huang Kai, carefully wiped the ball with his jersey.

Then he bent down to place the ball at the spot of the foul, pinching it and pressing it hard against the ground while turning it a couple of times to the sides.

Completing the set routine, Ramos took a deep breath and looked up towards the penalty area.

Sevilla players were extremely nervous.

Apart from those in the wall, almost everyone was trying to find a position around Huang Kaiwen.

Raul and Ivanovic exchanged glances.

The old prince and the new-blade defender both felt slighted.

But looked at another way, with Kevin drawing defensive attention, they could get more opportunities.

Raul quickly checked the opposition’s positioning, trotting to adjust his spot, ready to rush into the box at any moment.

With one more goal, he could perform a hat-trick.

Ramos lifted his right arm, stepped forward with his left foot, and his right foot struck the underside of the ball.

His target was the middle of the small area, intending to find Huang Kaiwen.

But as he kicked, his expression changed; he felt he might have used a bit too much force.

All players from both teams rushed into the box, with Raul on the very left marked by Alves.

Huang Kaiwen paused, then surged forward again, momentarily shaking off Mosquera and Prieto with his burst of speed, reaching an even more advanced position.

The ball quickly flew over the wall into the box before starting to drop. Huang Kaiwen, leaping fervently to head the ball, felt a gust of wind over his head without much contact, and the ball had already drilled into the goal from in front of him.

Palop stretched his hand out once more, becoming part of the background again.

”It’s a goal!”

”Did Huang Kaiwen get a touch on the ball? It feels like he did, and yet he didn’t. The ball’s trajectory change wasn’t that obvious, either.”

”Yes, but I think Huang Kaiwen probably doesn’t care about a goal. 34 minutes into the first half, Real Madrid leads 6:0 away, with many fans leaving Pizjuan Stadium. They had a 2:0 victory over Real Madrid in the first half of the season, but today have to accept a big defeat.”

”Hehe, mainly because of Huang Kaiwen’s good feel for the ball,”

”What’s wrong with Boulahrouz? He seems in discomfort, signaling to the sidelines for a substitution, another major blow for Sevilla.”

Seeing Renato warming up and Boulahrouz, holding his calf and sitting on the ground, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

”Not a bad goal, kid,”

Guti ran up, laughing and encouragingly said.

”I think that was Kevin’s goal,”

Ramos, unimpressed, waved his hand and said.

”If you scored it, then it’s yours,”

Huang Kaiwen said, draping his arm around Ramos’s shoulder.

After scoring the sixth goal in the first half, the Real Madrid players even lacked the enthusiasm to celebrate.

The intervals between the goals were too short.

Watching the Real Madrid players walk back joking and laughing, the whole Sevilla team didn’t know what to do.

Manolo Jimenez was equally disappointed.

But he still remembered he was the coach.

Jimenez walked to the sidelines and shouted emphatically, ”Defense, let’s get through the first half first!”

He was shouting about defense, but Alves still moved forward with the ball.

Sevilla players had lost their composure, desperate to score a goal to vent their frustration.

Their tactical and technical levels were not inferior, and they had outstanding individual abilities.

Today they were completely bewildered by Huang Kaiwen’s surprise opening attack and Real Madrid’s incessant goals, leaving Sevilla players clueless on how to play.

Now with so many goals conceded, they didn’t care about anything else, they just wanted to score one.

The whole formation pressed forward en masse, their momentum was quite frightening.

Alves, on the right, combined with Kanoute with a one-two to move forward, and as he approached the penalty area, Alves suddenly accelerated diagonally towards the box.

Marcelo’s sliding tackle was evaded by Alves.

De Jong, chasing back, took the opportunity to stick to Alves.

”Pass it!”

Kanoute, who had run up to the box, shouted.

Alves tried to dribble with a quick touch, and though Gago was fooled off balance, Heinze rushed up to cover.

Alves couldn’t find a chance to break into the box.

With Gago and Heinze blocking all passing lanes, Alves could only turn back to pass to a teammate.