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The ball deflected off Xavi’s back and bounced towards the right.
Huang Kaiwen quickly rushed to the spot, with Abidal and Toure a step slower.
Huang Kaiwen controlled the ball, sent a cross past Toure, and Guti, who had moved to the left, received it and immediately passed it with his left foot, threading the ball through Toure’s legs towards the top of the big penalty area. Huang Kaiwen, running to receive it, found Max in front of him and quickly flicked the ball with his heel.
Huang Kaiwen clashed with Max, stumbling a step before steadying himself, while Max fell in front of the penalty area.
Raul took the ball and struck it with his left foot, sending it flying with great speed. Despite Valdes jumping immediately, he couldn’t reach it, and the ball nestled into the net near the left post.
3:0!
In the first 30 minutes, Real Madrid scored three goals in quick succession.
Guardiola faced a massive crisis in his first El Clásico as a coach.
He stood on the sidelines with his mouth open, unsure of what to say.
"Raul has changed the score once again!"
"Capello’s return to Real Madrid seems to guarantee continued success in El Clásico."
"Guardiola took over Barca mid-season and didn’t have much time to adjust the team, but you can see some of his tactical ideas today. However, compared to Real Madrid, this Barca side is still not mature enough."
"Yes, look at the transition from the corner to this attack outside the box. Real Madrid’s coordination was spot on. At the corner, Huang Kaiwen’s movement drew the defenders, and in this attack, he secured the position and coordinated with Guti to assist Raul. Many of Real Madrid’s plays are initiated by Huang Kaiwen."
"Haha, the funniest thing is that Max got knocked over by Huang Kaiwen again. Huang Kaiwen is playing a physical game with Barca today, and their defenders are suffering. But he should be careful; his hearing hasn’t fully recovered. Despite his physical strength, excessive physical contact is risky."
"That’s right. Huang Kaiwen’s injury history is as long as his goal highlights. He shouldn’t rely too much on his physicality, using his skills to get past opponents would be better."
A few minutes later.
Guardiola watched his defenders being floored again.
Max ran close to Huang Kaiwen but ended up falling near the penalty area again. Although this shot was saved by Valdes, Guardiola didn’t show any sign of relief.
Today’s Barca defense seemed like a Maginot Line, with Real Madrid’s number ten coming and going as they pleased.
If this continued, both he and Barca would be nailed to the pillar of shame.
Taking advantage of the celebrations by Real Madrid players, he quickly called Deco over.
"Tell them to use their hands more."
Guardiola, holding Deco’s shoulder, said.
"But coach, if we use our hands too much, the referee might give cards, and today’s referee isn’t very lenient."
Deco replied.
"It’s alright."
Guardiola, still holding Deco, pointed to the field and said, "We’re trailing by a lot now. As long as it’s not too blatant, the referee will ignore it. Don’t keep holding, just use your hands to slow down his speed and then let go, then use your hands again."
Deco nodded.
His rich experience made him instantly understand what Guardiola meant.
"Got it, coach!"
Deco nodded and said.
Guardiola patted Deco’s shoulder, pushing him forward, "Go, I trust you to handle everything. Coordinate more with the teammates on defense and look for scoring opportunities. With your game intelligence, you’ll know what to do when."
Deco’s already bitter face became even more so.
These coaches sure know how to talk.
Talk about game intelligence, but you never mention raises to the club.
Yet, when facing tough opponents on the field, they sweet-talk you like this.
Despite the grumbling in his heart, Deco relayed Guardiola’s message to his teammates.
After the restart, Barca launched another attack.
Thuram, after crossing the midfield, felt tired and sent a chip forward.
Seeing Xavi move forward, Messi quickly cleared the path and moved centrally.
Heinze stepped forward to intercept, but Xavi promptly made a cross, and Messi, without a pause, passed the ball to the right front.
Xavi, sprinting past Heinze, collected the ball again, turned and made a reverse pass triangle without waiting for Heinze to catch up.
Messi carried the ball laterally on the right of the penalty area and gave it to Iniesta.
Ramos came to challenge, but Iniesta faked with two foot taps before pushing the ball to the center.
Messi, rushing into the box, trapped the ball, then Bojan followed up with a shot, unfortunately sending it over the stands.
Casillas approached the ballboy, but the young ballboy at Camp Nou didn’t hand over the ball immediately.
Impatient, Casillas grabbed the ball himself.
With half-time approaching, a quick attack could still be launched.
Placing the ball on the ground, as Casillas prepared for a long goal-kick, spotting Huang Kaiwen’s position, he made no hesitation and sent it soaring.
The ball flew swiftly over the center line towards Barca’s penalty area.
Huang Kaiwen squeezed past Max, preparing to receive the pass on the right.
Valdes decisively rushed out of the penalty area, but was a bit slow. Huang Kaiwen sided the ball with his right foot and sprinted past him.
Milito immediately covered Huang Kaiwen, but the latter knocked him to the ground as he took the ball.
Barca fans closed their eyes in agony.
It’s an open goal!
Huang Kaiwen reached the six-yard box, calmly slotting the ball into the net with his right foot.
After scoring, Huang Kaiwen ran to the right corner flag for another celebratory flip.
The Camp Nou Stadium echoed only with the cheers of Real Madrid fans.
The Barca fans’ jeers had faded; their expressions in the camera gradually turned numb.
They had suffered humiliations at Camp Nou before, but seeing their opponents repeatedly floored was usually somewhat gratifying. But in today’s game, while Real Madrid’s number ten had a hat trick, he had floored their defenders over ten times!
Damn!
Even their last bit of joy was stripped away, right?