After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 814 - 0292 Xavi leaves the field, King Bojan (seeking subscriptions)_4

"Huang Kaiwen’s body is really good, Xavi already kicked him, and he continues to charge forward with the ball as if nothing happened."

"I get it now, today Huang Kaiwen is imitating Vieri’s play style."

"Probably not, though, Vieri’s shots aren’t this awkward, but the physical confrontation is quite similar."

"I’m dying of laughter, Xavi should behave this time, always provoking Huang Kaiwen and then getting taken out."

"Speaking of which, Xavi seems to have gotten injured last time as well, he’s really having a tough time."

"Well, he always tries to foul, Xavi is one, and Puyol is another, their tackles are really harsh. I still remember Puyol’s elbow hit on Ronaldo, looked like he wanted to kill someone."

"Puyol’s defensive style is always like that, hanging onto the opponent with his body, and often uses his elbows. Sometimes when he can’t keep up with his feet, he grabs their arms and clears the ball in a messy manner, really embarrassing. Nesta’s defense is much more elegant."

Seeing Henry standing on the sidelines ready to come on.

Baldini asked from the sidelines: "Not substituting Kevin? Their moves aren’t mild."

"Let’s see this attack first."

Capello shook his head and said.

To be honest, he wanted to sub Huang Kaiwen out now, but at least let him finish the free kick.

Huang Kaiwen certainly didn’t take the free kick himself.

He waved for Guti to take it while he walked into Barca’s penalty area.

Barca’s defense was fully alert, with Milito and Max positioned in front and behind Huang Kaiwen.

Even though they had been bumped off several times, they still chose to defend Huang Kaiwen together.

Both of them were eager to mimic Puyol and hang onto Huang Kaiwen.

Guti standing at the foul spot on the left could only choose another target, after hearing the whistle, he ran up and curved a long pass.

Whack—

The ball headed straight for the right side of the big penalty area.

Ramos, unmarked on the right, jumped high and headed the ball, sending it towards the left post, the Barca defenders rushed left, Raul jumped and headed it again.

Two successive headers had already disturbed Barca’s penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen’s jump was unaffected, Milito noticed but it was a step too late, Huang Kaiwen leaped and headed the ball accurately.

Bang—

The ball flew quickly towards the goal from Milito’s head, Valdes didn’t even have time to react, the ball had already nestled into the net.

Roar—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Barca fans fell silent, while Meringue fans went wild.

On this Wednesday night, these emotions intertwined.

Though having crushed their arch-rivals many times, Real Madrid fans still remained passionate, celebrating crazily as if they would never get tired of it.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!!!"

"After Kevin scored such an ordinary goal once again, I finally understand his deeper meaning."

"Kevin wants to show that even with such simple ways of scoring, he can easily lead Real Madrid to defeat Barca. On the other hand, he is also setting an example for those not-so-talented teammates, telling them they don’t need to score from midfield, nor need 40-yard worldies or long solo runs, even these ordinary Real Madrid players can learn from him and score 5 goals against Barca."

"Leading the team to victory while also not forgetting to forgo skills, encouraging teammates, Kevin is such a team leader who always thinks of these seemingly useless teammates. Even if they might not be as important to Kevin as the team’s chef, Kevin still does not look down on them."

"Great skills paired with noble character, the strongest Ball King shines brightly. Kevin’s ways of scoring are countless, given the nickname ’Soccer Doctor’, yet he never feels superior due to teammates’ ordinary goals. This is the strong yet humble Kevin on the football field."

Baldini and Galbiati rushed to the sidelines to celebrate.

Capello turned around, expressionless, and held up his index and middle fingers, saying: "Come right on, warm up on the pitch."

Damn!

Higuain quickly took off his training jacket and moved to the sidelines.

When the holidays come, he’ll find a fighting instructor to teach him how to break someone’s fingers!

"You’re subbed again!"

Raul pointed to the sidelines.

Huang Kaiwen looked over to see Higuain standing on the sidelines.

He pushed past his teammates and walked towards the touchline, hugging Higuain before coming off.

"Today’s fouls by Xavi were too brutal, next they’ll definitely foul even more."

Capello put his arm around Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder, smiling as he spoke.

"Yes, I understand, coach."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and replied.

Capello is really an excellent coach.

No matter how many times, Huang Kaiwen always marveled, not only subbing you out but also explaining the reason.

Among the coaches he knew, only Ancelotti was as good-tempered as Capello, but Fat Ancelotti always wanted Yellow Ball King to take medicine, so Capello was slightly better.

Returning to the bench, Huang Kaiwen didn’t chat.

He still wanted to watch El Clasico.

Barca soon used up their last substitution, with Giovani dos Santos coming on for Toure.

Bald Guardiola wanted to fight hard.

Shortly after, Guti stepped up with a long-range shot that changed the score again.

The final score stood at 7:1.

In the post-match press conference.

Guardiola restrained his emotions a lot.

Capello didn’t say anything harsh either, it’s important to maintain some decorum even after winning.

After the match ended, the entire Real Madrid team left for the airport.

The bus was attacked by agitated Barca fans, but fortunately, nothing serious happened.

Upon returning home, Huang Kaiwen went straight to his study to write an article.

"Albert."