After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 823 - 0294 The first to report on the recent favor, repaying kindness can only be done with strict honesty and loyalty. (Please subscribe)_4

Capello covered his mouth and spoke to Galbiati.

Galbiati nodded and quickly went over to brief the staff.

This farce impacted the players on both sides, and for a while, neither side was able to produce any decent offense.

Guti’s direct pass found Raul, who quickly passed it sideways.

Huang Kaiwen had just received the ball when Puyol came charging from the flank.

Huang Kaiwen did a Marseille turn to bypass Puyol again.

Valdes abandoned the goal and rushed out, Huang Kaiwen used the outside of his right foot to flick the ball, avoiding Valdes’ hands.

The two ran towards the right.

Valdes, trying to reach out, lost his balance and fell. Huang Kaiwen then turned and struck the ball with his right foot, sending it flying over the crossbar and out of bounds.

"A Marseille turn again! It’s been a while since Huang Kaiwen has used technical moves to beat opponents, but he’s showing off today, haha."

"Indeed, Huang Kaiwen executed every move well, except he couldn’t keep the final shot down."

Huang Kaiwen walked back, nodding.

This time, he was a bit too eager for the shot.

Raul ran up, smiling, "Your Marseille turn is better than Zidane’s."

"Haha, is it? But it’s useless if I don’t score."

Huang Kaiwen replied with a smile.

He was about the same height as Zidane.

But their playing styles were different, so their Marseille turns would inevitably look different.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t like to keep his center of gravity low. While low gravity provides stability for dribbling, it also restricts bodily movement and looks less fluid. So as long as he was confident his opponent wouldn’t touch him, Huang Kaiwen usually kept his center of gravity high.

His recent Marseille turn was higher than Zidane’s, making it look more elegant.

"You don’t actually need to stay back and organize all the time."

Raul said while walking back.

"You’re overthinking it. Organizing is just something I do on the side; I need space for sprints."

Huang Kaiwen explained.

"That’s good."

Raul nodded, "What’s most important is that you feel comfortable. If you play well, we can win."

Huang Kaiwen:...

Raul really trusted the Yellow Ball King!

"What happened?"

Puyol shook his hair and asked.

Max sighed, "I had no choice. If I rushed and got bypassed, it would be up to you."

"Just stay sharp; we can find a chance to intercept."

Puyol said.

Though, he wasn’t very confident either, but that’s what a captain should do.

"I’ll try my best."

Max nodded.

Zambrotta stood nearby, trying to minimize his presence.

After several confrontations, he realized he couldn’t defend against today’s Huang Kaiwen, and doubted his teammates could either.

The biggest issue for him now wasn’t how to defend Huang Kaiwen.

It was how to avoid defending Huang Kaiwen when he dribbled up.

Zambrotta’s eyes flickered, he decided to drop back later, letting Max step up, and he would defend Raul.

As long as he didn’t have to defend Huang Kaiwen, he wouldn’t get bypassed.

Smart Gianluca had finally found a way to deal with Kevin.

Barça resumed their attack. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Yaya Toure advanced with the ball.

After reaching the arc, Guti pressed forward, forcing Toure to turn his body and pass to Xavi.

Xavi received the ball with his back towards the goal. De Jong’s right foot immediately kicked Xavi’s heel; he wouldn’t be courteous.

Xavi stumbled but didn’t fall. However, the ball slipped out of his control.

Guti, who had returned to the midfield, quickly extended his foot to hook the ball back.

He pulled the ball with his right foot and planted his left for support while scanning around. Seeing only one defender near Huang Kaiwen, he swiftly raised his left foot to tap the ball with an unbroken sequence.

Smack—

Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball to the left with his left foot.

Avoiding Gudjohnsen’s tackle successfully.

Knowing he couldn’t outrun Huang Kaiwen, Yaya Toure stood his ground with a low center of gravity.

Waiting for Huang Kaiwen to come to him.

With the ball again, Huang Kaiwen rolled it with his right foot.

This half-step-over avoided Toure’s sideways reach.

Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball left, bypassing Toure.

The nearby Xavi sprinted at Huang Kaiwen, but Huang Kaiwen, dribbling sideways, paused momentarily. The change in pace let Huang Kaiwen pass as Xavi spun and couldn’t keep up.

Puyol prepared to tackle, but Huang Kaiwen, after taking two more steps, swung his left foot.

"Stop him!"

Before the words left Puyol’s mouth, a loud noise followed.

Huang Kaiwen’s left foot struck the ball fiercely.

Bam—

The ball, like a shot arrow, soared through the Barça defense.

By the time it neared the small box, Valdes sprang sideways using his left foot. Mid-air, he realized he misjudged the ball’s speed.

He jumped too late!

Valdes watched the ball hit the net, spinning with a rustling sound.

Falling to the ground, Valdes rolled twice, unwilling to rise from the turf.

Damn, retrieving the ball again!

"Kevin!!!"

"Goal!!!!!!!"

"A 35-meter violent long-range shot!"

"In stoppage time of the first half, Kevin broke Barça’s goal again."

"Typically, highly skilled players don’t overly rely on power, and power players rarely achieve top-level skills. Look at Ronaldinho and Robert Carlos from Brazil. Ronaldinho lacked Carlos’ power, and Carlos didn’t have Ronaldinho’s skills."

"But this restriction doesn’t apply to Kevin. His perfect blend of power and technique—a quality last seen in Zidane. Yet, Zidane, in body, technique, and speed, pales in comparison to Kevin. The gap between Zidane and Kevin is like comparing me to Baggio. Zidane’s transfer fee was 64.5 million dollars, roughly 80 million today, while Kevin’s is just 120 million with add-ons, a player ten times better for only 1.5 times Zidane’s fee, not accounting for inflation."

"In terms of player acquisitions, Calderon’s vision and boldness far surpass his predecessor Florentino’s."

After scoring, Huang Kaiwen was swarmed by his teammates again.

The Real Madrid players celebrated wildly in front of Barça’s penalty area.

[Huang Kaiwen, what a show-off.]

"Barça, so pitiful."

"Yeah, even as a Real Madrid fan, I understand their frustration. Watching Huang Kaiwen show off four times a season, I’d be broken too!"

"It’s actually three times. He didn’t play in the second leg of the UEFA Champions League."

"Three times is still too much."

"Heck, give me Barça players’ salaries. Not only would I tolerate Huang Kaiwen’s show-off, I’d help him show off!"

"What? After he scores, you’ll lick his boots?"

"Damn, for Puyol’s pay, I’d bathe him on the spot if he wanted."

"Puyol’s salary is high; I’d settle for a substitute’s pay... hey, wait, what’s up with Robben?"

"Damn, Robben’s amazing!!!"

Barça resumed play, with the referee ready to blow for halftime.

Robben sprinted from the right to the left, slid with both feet 3 meters from the sideline, sending Xavi and the ball crashing into the advertising boards!