After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 770 - 0283 I swear on Cassano’s life (please subscribe)

Why are your eyes filled with tears? Because I love this team so deeply!

Silence began to descend upon the Ramon Sanchez-Pizjuan Stadium.

Some Sevilla fans covered their mouths, their eyes reddening.

Even with mental preparation.

The sight of their team conceding four goals in less than 20 minutes was still excruciatingly painful.

This pain, constant like the sluggish Spanish economy, was a relentless reminder.

The joy of winning the UEFA Cup, once as invincible as the Spanish Armada, was past; now they had to endure the ruthless trampling by others.

That star-like number ten.

He was the source of their agony.

When not facing Real Madrid, even if they were Sevilla fans, they could support Kevin.

But today, they just wanted to leave the stadium early, to not see was to pretend it never happened.

Jimenez stood trembling on the sidelines with his hands.

To witness it once in person was more than watching it a hundred times on television.

Renowned is one thing; seeing is believing.

Kevin, he’s really something else!

The morale of the Sevilla players visibly dropped.

A literal hang of their heads.

Most of them hung their heads; a few looked lost.

The dark red of their jerseys was like congealed blood, and this blood was definitely not that of the enemy.

"Lift your spirits! Everyone, lift your spirits!!!"

Alves shouted energetically, clapping his hands, "We can lose the game, but we can’t lose without resistance. On the pitch and in front of the TV, there are your friends and family, your neighbors, your classmates, and the teachers who taught you... your children are staying up late in front of the TV, not to watch a bunch of cowards give up the fight, pick up the weapons, fight for honor!"

Right, it’s not time to give up yet!

Manolo Jimenez was the first to snap out of it, shouting to the field, "We focus on defense, counter-attack. They will surely relax after taking the lead, there will be chances!"

The morale that had recovered slightly started to wane again.

The Sevilla players looked towards the sideline.

Damn it, before the match Jimenez said we could definitely win, it was supposed to work.

Even if Kevin played, we were supposed to be able to get points.

Now hearing the word "definitely" made them feel suddenly powerless.

All they wanted was to go home, wrap up in a blanket, with a hot cocoa in hand, sit on the couch with their wife and daughter watching a no-brainer Disney comedy, and forget all the troubles.

Sneijder and Gago looked towards Huang Kaiwen.

Guti scoffed and said, "They actually still want to resist."

Ramos shrugged his shoulders, unforgiving even of his former team.

He now somewhat regretted not playing as a winger when he was younger, thinking if he had practiced his skills more, whether he could outplay Alves would have been no question, not managing to do it 10 or 8 times in a game would mean he wasn’t full!

Seeing his teammates react this way, the Yellow Ball King certainly couldn’t play the nice guy.

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, "Giving your all on the pitch is the greatest respect you can show to your opponents!"

"Respeto (respect), respeto, respeto!"

Raul shouted, pressing his palm down.

"Respeto!!!"

The century’s greatest club, a paragon of sports ethics, the kind and vibrant Real Madrid, caring for the disadvantaged, decided to give Sevilla some respect from Madrid.

...

Luis Fabiano started the game with a sideways pass.

Thinking about whether there was time to talk to Huang Kaiwen.

After all, he was a good friend of Kaka’s back in Sao Paulo, and Kaka was a good friend of Huang Kaiwen’s.

By a show of hands, everyone was friends.

He had just found his scoring touch in La Liga and made a little name for himself; he didn’t want to end up on the newspaper headlines because of a crushing defeat with his teammates.

Fabiano moved up, waiting for his teammates to pass the ball.

Capel, on the left, crossed the halfway line with the ball and, without waiting for Gago to press, turned and kicked the ball across to the right flank, fearing a moment’s delay would lead to an interception.

Alves’s ball control was also quite excellent, easily bringing the ball to a stop with his right foot.

Guti waved his hand, and Marcelo rushed up.

Alves cut the ball towards the middle with his right foot, then suddenly halted and flicked the ball with the outside of his foot to change pace.

Marcelo slid quickly to the ground, and Alves quickly pulled the ball back and turned to run the other way.

"Alves, that was the ball to pass."

"He carries the ball back to the halfway point to continue organizing the play, you can really tell he’s playing as a winger today."

"Alves once again initiates an attack with the ball, a dribble... he’s past! Accelerating on the right, in the middle, both Fabiano and Kanoute are poised at the door, will he pass or not, still not passing, finds an angle, kicks, and shoots!!!"

"Nearly 1 minute, about 47 seconds perhaps, Alves was constantly dribbling the ball, a wonderful run past several players, and finally he shoots. The quality of this shot isn’t bad, but Casillas today is just like the Wall of Sighs, Sevilla despite getting through Real Madrid’s defense line, still haven’t managed to break past Casillas guarding the goal."

Casillas got up with the ball under his arm and bellowed, "Can’t you block shots any quicker!"

"Sorry."

Ivanovic said, nodding his head.

Just now, Heinze went to the left, and he didn’t stretch his leg in time when covering for him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Forget it, it wasn’t intentional."

Ramos said, trying to calm him down.

Casillas waved his hand dismissively, swinging his arm to throw the ball out.

Gago’s poor ball control handed it straight to the opponent, and Alves had just started with the ball when he was tackled down by him.

Whistle—

The referee showed Gago a yellow card.

"Tactics, remember the tactics! Be smart with your positioning, this chance is good!"

Jimenez shouted excitedly.

Scoring a goal might not mean a comeback, but it could certainly improve team morale.

Change the course of the game.

"I’ll take it."

Diego Capel stepped forward and said.

"Back off, I’m taking it!"

Alves pushed Capel aside and said.