After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 766 - 0282 Adriano and Crespo (Subscribe Please)_2

Fans at the Pizjuan Stadium and most players were all watching the trajectory of the ball.

Even the defenders of Sevilla didn’t think about running back to clear the ball.

Andres Palop was quite hapless.

Born in the Valencia B team, he had long been overshadowed by Subizarreta and Canizares. It was not easy for him to secure a place in Sevilla, and in the recent two seasons, he had also evolved into merely a backdrop,

Palop, reacting faster than his teammates, looked up at the sky.

The lighting made his eyes slightly uncomfortable, but he had already judged the ball’s trajectory. He stood tense in front of the goal line, ready to leap for a save at any moment.

Even though the shot was sudden, he was confident he could save it!

This distance had already given him enough time to make a judgment.

The ball was moving so fast, it was almost instantly inside the penalty area.

Here it comes!

Palop’s muscles tensed, he turned and leaped, stretching out his arms.

The glove didn’t feel the impact, only the rush of air beside his right arm.

As he fell towards the goal, Palop had already closed his eyes.

Damn, it went in!

The ball’s drop was later than he expected, it damn near brushed under the crossbar and drilled into the goal!

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"Goal Goal Goal!!!"

"A classic Kevin-style goal."

"While the whole world doubted whether Kevin was injured again, Kevin declared his royal return with a midfield long shot just 5.44 seconds into the game. Though the match was less than a minute underway, it was destined to be a defeat for Jimenez at the first encounter with Kevin."

"During the first half of the season while Kevin was recovering from an injury, he led the team to a 2:0 victory over Real Madrid. This young coach boldly claimed that Real Madrid was not invincible. That statement isn’t wrong, but with Kevin, Real Madrid is unbeatable."

"Speaking of the decline in achievements of the Italy national team after Maldini and his generation aged, it’s truly worrying for the performance of the Italy national team and the declining allure of Serie A. Kaka, the Ballon d’Or winner, is the last glory of Serie A; without revival, Italian football will struggle."

"If Italy ever hopes to win the World Cup again, perhaps they should expect Kevin and Barbara’s child to choose the Italy team! Black hair is the true blood of Rome!"

Neither team had reacted yet, and Huang Kaiwen was already rushing towards the visiting fans’ stands.

Ramos followed, leaping to wrap his arms around Huang Kaiwen’s neck, madly waving his arms at the stands, shouting at the Meringue fans, more excited than if he had scored himself.

Real Madrid players one by one rushed to the visiting fans’ stands, engulfing the two players.

"Well done, buddy! """Damn it, I thought I was still dreaming, this is the first time I’ve seen a goal right at the kickoff!"

"Kevin, you little rascal, I absolutely love you!"

Cassano yelled from the bench: "Kevin and his teammates, keep up the good work!"

"Damn, it’s King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table!"

Ramos shouted, flipping off the sideline.

Young people always enjoy romantic titles like Knights.

"Alright, knights carrying the table, keep it up!"

Cassano stood at the sideline and shouted.

Not starting today, he tried to find his presence.

Capello didn’t mind Cassano’s behavior, after all, that’s just Cassano’s personality.

In fact, he was very patient with Cassano, even though the guy really had a bad temper.

He had witnessed Cassano’s progress in the recent period.

Watching the number 10 surrounded by everyone on the field, Capello smiled knowingly.

Kevin was not only excellent at playing soccer but also made his teammates better.

Even the inconsistent Guti became one of the best passers in Europe by his side.

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The celebration by Real Madrid didn’t last long.

But Sevilla was slow to restart the game.

They and their fans were still not over the shock.

Being conceded a brilliant goal right at the start dealt a huge blow to Sevilla.

All the preparations they had made, thinking about defeating a Real Madrid with Huang Kaiwen, now seemed like a joke.

No matter how excellent they were, they couldn’t beat a team with someone who could score from midfield.

Fabiano kicked off, passing laterally to Kanoute.

Kanoute quickly passed it back to Alves.

Alves was one of the few players who still had the fighting spirit.

After the last Super Cup, he had been under great pressure and was determined to prove himself today.

After receiving the ball, he immediately drove forward.

Guti was the first to approach to press, but in the next second, Alves dribbled past him with a flick and a pull.

While Guti’s attitude was fine, his defense was still geared towards slower and less technical players, and it wasn’t enough against an opponent with superior dribbling skills.

Alves carried the ball diagonally towards the middle, and Gago quickly stepped up to press.

Alves tapped the ball forward, and the technically skilled Kanoute back-heeled the ball, turned halfway, and tapped it past Gago, with Alves catching up to the ball after performing a wall-pass and quickly twisting to send a right-footed pass.

Heinze made a decisive tackle and successfully intercepted the ball.

Ivanovic and Fabiano both moved forward to receive the pass, but Heinze smartly swept the ball with his shin to the left side.

Clack—

Marcelo controlled the ball and quickly adjusted, with Alves already pressing him.

Having no chance to make a long pass, he quickly extended his hand to block Alves while deftly passing the ball away.

Alves, not caring about compatriot sentiments, knocked down Marcelo from behind.