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417: 0198 Boxing King Navarro, Iron-foot Ramos (subscribe please)_2 417: 0198 Boxing King Navarro, Iron-foot Ramos (subscribe please)_2 Guti took another corner kick, which was headed by Albiol at the near post to the edge of the big penalty area, Pallardo turned around and passed it directly to Joaquin on the right flank, and Valencia launched another counterattack.

Valencia pressed forward as a whole.

Cheers that shook the stalla Stadium erupted.

Their coordination could be seen as fluid from an overhead view.

Joaquin passed the ball with a touch ahead of everyone else.

Diarra quickly chased Villa who was moving through the central channel, Villa distributed the ball to the left flank while on the move, and David Silva delivered a diagonal pass with his left foot without stopping the ball, Angulo then guided the ball smoothly into the penalty area.

Villa, shrugging off Cannavaro, raced into the box and took an early low shot with his foot.

Casillas, stationed at the near post, dove quickly towards the far corner but still couldn’t prevent the goal.

“David!!!”

“David!!!”

“David!!!”

The pent-up stalla Stadium, after 45 minutes, finally let out a joyous release.

Villa rushed to the sidelines and leaped high, embracing Silva afterwards.

Both Davids perford exceptionally well today.

“In the stoppage ti of the first half, Villa scored a brace to help Valencia equalize the score.”

“The speed of Valencia’s counterattacks is not slower than Arsenal’s, and their fluidity is not inferior to Arsenal’s.

Real Madrid had too many players go up for their successive corner kicks, leaving their backfield extrely vulnerable during the counterattack.”

“Cannavaro’s performance today still falls short of his highest standards.”

“Right, just now he might have gotten his body in position earlier at Juventus, gone to ground, and cleared the ball beyond the baseline, but this ti he never made a move, creating the opportunity for Villa to take his shot.”

…

“Didn’t I just say Valencia is aweso?”

“I declare that from now on, I’m a fan of Villa.”

“Didn’t you just say you liked Joaquin?”

“Whoever can stop Huang Kaiwen, I’ll like them.”

“Although I’d also like to see Huang Kaiwen lose for once, based on my experience over these two years, Huang Kaiwen is about to show off in the second half, probably with a 720-degree mid-air rotation for his celebration.”

After play resud, the ball was still given to the left flank.

Huang Kaiwen noticed Valencia was neglecting the defense on the right and imdiately turned and made a long pass.

Robinho juggled the ball twice with his chest before bringing it down with his foot, going crazy with step-overs on the right wing.

Raul made a run forward calling for the ball, but he still wasn’t given it, as Kuro Torres poked the ball out to the sideline.

The referee blew the whistle for halfti.

Huang Kaiwen walked back with Raul, Capello smiling and handing Huang Kaiwen a towel, continuing to stand on the sidelines.

“Coach, aren’t you going back in?”

Huang Kaiwen turned his head and asked.

“You guys go ahead, I have sothing to do.”

Capello said, forcing a smile.

“Okay.”

The Real Madrid players walked into the tunnel one by one.

Noticing Capello still had no intention of heading back, was he waiting for the entire team to return?

Many breathed a sigh of relief.

They thought that after conceding the equalizer, Capello would have been livid.

It seed Capello was in a rather good mood after all.

When Flores was left alone, Capello, with a somber face, said, “Football shouldn’t be mixed with other things, don’t drag the players into our grudge!”

Flores’ eyes widened as he looked at Capello.

What involvent with the players?

Who did he get involved with?

“Don’t play dumb, if anything happens to Kevin, I won’t let you off easily.”

Capello’s finger was almost poking Flores’ face as he spoke fiercely.

Having said that, Capello turned and walked into the players’ tunnel.

Flores, left standing there, pulled out a straw doll from his trouser pocket and examined it closely; it was adorned with Capello’s na.

…

The atmosphere in the visitor’s locker room was good.

“…A real man should be like .

I’ve been considering getting reduction surgery at the hospital lately; otherwise, it’s too much trouble for my dates,” Cassano said with a lascivious grin.

“Idiot, you think we haven’t seen it when you shower?” Ramos retorted.

“Do you dare to compare it with , you jerk?!” Cassano said, clutching at his shorts.

“Who’s afraid?”

Clang—

As Ramos spoke, Capello kicked the door open and entered the locker room.

The Real Madrid players were puzzled.

Wasn’t the coach in a pretty good mood just before, and now he’s upset again?

“Why didn’t you pass the ball to Raul at the end of the first half.”

Capello asked Robinho: “Do you not know that Raul could have then passed it to Kevin on the left wing?”

“Coach, I…” Robinho started to say, but Capello imdiately cut him off, “You can watch how others play on the field in the second half.”

Cassano sat there, comparing the length with his thumb and forefinger, then glanced at Ramos’ shorts.

“Antonio Cassano, you will play in the second half.”

Capello said.

“Ah?”

Cassano ca to his senses and quickly nodded, “Okay, I’ll go on.”

“There’s no reason to lose the match today unless you want to throw away the championship.

When we go back to the field, follow the tactics firmly, understand?”

“Understood!”

Cassano turned to ask Guti, “What are today’s tactics?

I haven’t heard them.”

“Get the ball and then pass it to Kevin.”

Guti said.

Cassano: …

All of a sudden, Cassano wasn’t so eager to play anymore.

…

“This is the best league team, we are Valencia Club, and we must defend everything.

The whole world will cheer for us…”

As the stalla Stadium echoed with singing, both teams returned to the pitch.

While Cassano was warming up by the field, Morientes was also warming up.

Real Madrid kicked off.

Still starting the attack on the left flank.

Valencia focused their defense on Huang Kaiwen.