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394: 0192 Cousin, I’m out (subscribe please)_2 394: 0192 Cousin, I’m out (subscribe please)_2 Ramos simply carried the ball forward when he saw Huang Kaiwen surrounded.

Huang Kaiwen jogged leisurely before suddenly dashing towards the center.

Guti, while giving away his position, blocked Iniesta who was rushing back to Huang Kaiwen.

Puyol and Thuram charged towards Huang Kaiwen almost at the sa ti, and Huang Kaiwen raised his hand pointing to the right.

Ramos kicked a long pass.

Robinho continued sprinting forward, drawing Silvinho with him.

The ball landed behind Robinho, who then backed into it with his back to redirect it to Huang Kaiwen.

Having moved to the right to receive the ball, Huang Kaiwen nudged it with his left foot and rapidly dribbled it horizontally back to the center.

Puyol lunged at Huang Kaiwen to intercept, but Huang Kaiwen, with the outside of his left boot, flicked the ball past Puyol’s foot and then imdiately cut back towards the center with a diagonal run.

Barcelona players charged at Huang Kaiwen from various directions.

Chased by Silvinho from the right to the center, with defensive Xavi already standing at the top of the arc, waiting to block him, Iniesta and Deco surged towards Huang Kaiwen from left and behind.

Barcelona had set up their net, just waiting for Huang Kaiwen to fall into it.

However, Huang Kaiwen, while dribbling sideways to the center, unexpectedly shot the ball on the run.

Bang—

Huang Kaiwen struck the ball with his left foot, which sent him flying off his feet as well.

The ball, avoiding Silvinho’s outstretched foot, flew past several Barca players straight into the top left corner of the goal.

Valdes, realizing too late, leaped up with arms outstretched, but was just a little short.

“Ah!”

“Kevin!!!”

“Kevin!!!”

“A worldie from 35 ters out, on the 106-ter-long Bernabéu Stadium, Kevin scored with a worldie.”

“Barcelona thought they were impregnable in defense, but they didn’t anticipate Kevin would take a direct shot from 35 ters out amidst multiple defenders.”

“That’s the power of the world’s number one!

Previously, when Kevin went for a long shot, he tended to knock the ball forward early, sprint behind it, and unleash a long-range shot.

But this ti, after dribbling past Puyol and a few steps later, he shot unexpectedly without any warning, leaving no ti for any Barcelona player to react; all of their moves were a half-step too slow.”

“When you can’t keep up with Kevin’s pace, trying to defend against him is just a fantasy!”

“This ti Kevin showed Barça what textbook off-ball movent is all about.

From switching places with Guti on the left to receiving the ball on the right to burst towards the center for a sudden shot, Kevin just used the width of the pitch to make Barça concede, showcasing his genius—he can leverage both the depth and the width of the pitch.

The field is just a toy for Kevin, and the pitch is his playground!”

“No matter how much Rijkaard and Barcelona prepared, they ultimately had to submit to Kevin’s feet, and the saddest part is they couldn’t even decide how they would lose!!!”

Crudeli shouted excitedly.

Huang Kaiwen waved at Robinho and Guti.

As for Raul, that guy was too weighed down by his idol stature to let loose.

Huang Kaiwen stood in the middle.

Guti and Robinho flanked him on each side.

The three n stepped sideways, fake-pushed, extended their left foot backward, straightened their torsos, then leaped to the left, and stood circling their arms with their right foot extended.

Dancing with strong personal style once again graced Bernabéu.

The sporadic singing from the stands, never before heard at Bernabéu, quickly rged and resonated throughout Bernabéu Stadium.

“Damn, Huang Kaiwen is pulling off a Michael Jackson again.”

“That last ti with the 45-degree lean was from “Smooth Criminal”, and now he’s doing “Dangerous”.

Is Huang Kaiwen planning to cover all of Michael Jackson’s dances?”

“Fuck, Huang Kaiwen really doesn’t see his opponents as humans, huh?

This must have been rehearsed just for the celebration.”

“Man, everyone knows Huang Kaiwen loves to show off, and nobody can do a thing about it.

Thankfully this guy is already 21; if he were 16, we’d have to endure this for five more years.”

“Brother, you are right, but have you thought about the fact that Huang Kaiwen might not retire until he is quite old?

With those old players at AC Milan, Huang Kaiwen might also play till close to 40.”

“Damn, that’d be too cruel for the other players.”

“It’s cruel for the other players indeed.

I bet UEFA is now vexed whether to give Huang Kaiwen the Ballon d’Or.

Giving it to him might be controversial because of his appearances, but not giving it to him would upset many fans.”

Rijkaard fiddled with a small bottle he pulled from his suit pocket.

He wrestled intensely with his thoughts.

Watching the Real Madrid players joking and laughing as they walked back to the center circle, Rijkaard made up his mind.

The club president had pressured him to play that shaky kid, right?

If they couldn’t score soon, he’d yield to Laporta and let the kid play.

Rijkaard poured out a dark, eerily glowing blue pill from the bottle.

He wasn’t in the mood to examine it and walked to the bench.

Blocking the cara view with his body, he handed the pill to Li Changlong and said, “Take this, you might be going on soon.”

“Damn, those Westerners are always scheming—doping isn’t even allowed in sports.”

Li Changlong mumbled as he received the pill.

Seeing Rijkaard still standing in front of him, he had no choice but to pick up a water bottle beside him, toss the pill into his mouth, and swallow it with a gulp of water.

For the sake of protecting his €200,000 yearly salary, he might as well get excited.

After Barcelona restarted the ga with a back-pass to organize their play.