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Chapter 1927: Chapter 508: Wembley Doesn’t Believe in Tears

Huang Kaiwen shouted: ”Who are we?”

”Milan, Milan, Milan!”

”Where are we?”

”Wembley!!!”

”What do we want?”

”Championship, championship, championship!”

”Forza Milan!”

The entire Milan team tensed up as they left the locker room.

Guardiola chuckled and shook his head.

Some people’s success isn’t just down to luck.

Since his players were already pumped up, he couldn’t afford to dwell on random thoughts.

Players from both teams returned to the field.

There were no issues with their mental states.

Mourinho regained his confidence because of Guardiola’s infatuation.

His hands in his pockets, standing on the sideline with graceful demeanor.

Real Madrid kicked off, and Benzema immediately passed to the wing.

Because he was on the field, Ronaldo moved back to the left side, and Di Maria went to the right.

Ronaldo got the ball and dashed forward.

Gattuso immediately went up to defend.

But Marcelo came up quickly, and Ronaldo passed back with a heel flick.

Marcelo followed up with a lob pass, finding the explosive Ronaldo.

Nesta and Pirlo chased back wildly.

After a series of wobbles, Ronaldo shot with his left foot from distance, but Buffon deflected it out of play.

”Wow, that was beautiful from Ronaldo!”

”Yes, after a series of dribbles with his non-dominant foot, he still managed such quality. He’s quite ambidextrous, and his physical attributes are impressive.”

”There have been many encounters between Ronaldo and Nesta today. Nesta’s speed is clearly showing its limits, while Ronaldo doesn’t slow down, giving Nesta no chance for a tackle. This duel of the old versus the young is truly exciting, with both having their moments.”

”Xabi Alonso headed the ball from the left out of the penalty area.”

”Pirlo played it forward, and Rakitic surged ahead with the ball.”

Rakitic had only taken a step when he saw the number ten jersey making a mad dash.

His feet reacted quicker than his brain, launching a long lob with his right foot.

The Real Madrid midfield chased back frantically, but the ball moved faster.

The ball soared over Pepe’s head towards the left.

Real Madrid’s defense only had Albiol and Abeloa left.

Albiol slanted towards the left.

Originally, he was closer to the penalty area than Huang Kaiwen, but as they both moved, they were side by side at the edge of the Big Penalty Area.

Albiol wasn’t prepared, and hastily attempted a sliding tackle.

As he tackled, his heart skipped a beat.

Afraid of a foul from behind.

But the outcome was worse than a red card and conceding a penalty.

He was worried about a back foul, but he didn’t even touch Huang Kaiwen’s heels.

Marcelo sprinted back from his right but couldn’t close in on Huang Kaiwen around Albiol.

He had no choice but to rush towards the goal, aiming to back up Casillas as a human pillar.

Casillas stood outside the post, moving his feet continuously with Huang Kaiwen’s movements.

It’s coming!

As Huang Kaiwen reached the corner of the small box, he made his move.

Casillas immediately dove, stretching his legs and spreading his arms, extending his defense literally.

But almost just like before.

Bam——

Casillas heard a loud bang and instinctively closed his eyes tight.

This was his natural reaction to pain.

Huang Kaiwen’s shot, of course, didn’t hit him, but the swish from the net behind him made Casillas helplessly lie flat on the grass.

Another goal.

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin Goal!”

”Kevin broke through Real Madrid’s defense once again!!!”

”Milan’s number ten, always the one you can trust the most. No matter what formations or tactics the opponent uses, they can’t stop Kevin from scoring.”

”Earlier, I compared this match to Lyon vs. Real Madrid; that was an oversight. Perhaps it should feel more like Milan vs. Lyon. Lyon surpasses Real Madrid, and Milan surpasses Lyon!”

”Kevin’s goal has once again nullified any suspense in this match. Some might think of the night in Istanbul. But if Dida hadn’t been red-carded that day, Liverpool wouldn’t even have had the chance to play extra time, let alone a penalty shootout. Kevin could clinch the championship within regular time.”

”If you don’t believe me, just look at Xabi Alonso’s face. He was there that night!”

Xabi Alonso stood with his hands on his hips.

He realized another distinction between the two teams.

Real Madrid’s counterattacks are indeed fast, but more often than not, there’s at least one pass after the long ball.

While, once Huang Kaiwen received the long pass, he resolved the fight himself.

The difference in these approaches is significant.

No need to find passing opportunities, nor worry about a teammate being marked or miscatching the ball.

Xabi Alonso pondered deeply.

It seemed like Huang Kaiwen never made a mistake in ball control.

At least, he hadn’t seen it.

Damn it.

Alonso couldn’t help but curse.

Even during training with the Spanish National Team, it wasn’t to such an exaggerated extent.

When every detail is flawless, of course, the shooting success rate and goal conversion are soaringly high.

[Busquets] lamented deeply.

”Though I knew Huang Kaiwen could win, I never thought it would be this straightforward.”

”That shows you don’t understand Huang Kaiwen. He was manipulated by Florentino and could not hate Real Madrid more. Expressiveness for the cameras, but no mercy on the pitch.” ”Ah, I’m still too young, shouldn’t he be looking at scoring seven goals today?”

”Seven goals? If Real Madrid doesn’t score, maybe, but if they do, Huang Kaiwen will only be more fired up.”

”Just like against Chelsea, because it was two-legged, Huang Kaiwen didn’t go all out in the first leg.”