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465: 0210 Your Na (Subscribe Please)_2 465: 0210 Your Na (Subscribe Please)_2 Hisfield did nothing out of the ordinary.

But Capello thought that was exactly what was strange.

When others faced Real Madrid, regardless of whether witchcraft was effective or not, they would hire a wizard or learn so tricks to deal with Kevin.

Hisfield, what about you?

Are you that confident?

Capello felt that Hisfield must have let soone sneak into Bernabéu Stadium.

The real threat ca from the stands, not the coaching bench!

Capello waved his hand, summoning his right-hand n, Galbiati and Baldini.

These two assistant coaches, one in charge of on-field and one of off-field matters, were people Capello relied on greatly.

“Today’s situation is unusual.

You go now and find security.

Sweep the entire Bernabéu Stadium to see if anyone is engaging in witchcraft activities.

If there are, find a way to expel them from Bernabéu,” Capello said seriously.

Galbiati and Baldini nodded simultaneously.

Having worked with Capello for quite so ti, and Galbiati even being Capello’s assistant during his ti in Milan, they knew that Capello was not the type to act without reason.

The two hastily briefed their teammates in front of the coaching bench before leaving through the tunnel.

The unusual performance of Huang Kaiwen made Capello uneasy.

He had to find the reason quickly.

…

In the 27th minute, Sagnol drove the ball forward from the left flank.

As soon as he crossed the midfield line and faced Guti’s challenge, he imdiately passed the ball to Schweinsteiger.

Not being familiar with playing on the left flank, Sagnol didn’t dare to hold onto the ball for long.

After passing, he continued to run forward.

Schweinsteiger hadn’t even started running on the left flank when he was marked by the pressing Ramos.

His speed, not being great to begin with, and his strength advantage erased in front of Ramos, he couldn’t even make a lateral pass and had to opt for a back pass.

Demichelis took the ball and continued to move forward.

His performance in attack was sowhat better than in defense.

As Guti rushed up and reached out to entangle him, Demichelis successfully shrugged off Guti and kept driving the ball forward.

“Bayern has quite a few players up front.

How will Demichelis handle it?”

“He passes!

Sagnol receives the ball and imdiately transfers it to the left flank, Schweinsteiger kicks it across, Podolski stops the ball at Cannavaro’s feet; those two are really going at it today.”

“Cannavaro to the left flank, Carlos fumbles the stop, oh, seems like Real Madrid’s left flank is suffering from injuries today.”

“Luckily, De Jong makes a tily clearance.”

Van Boml quickly threw the ball out of bounds.

Podolski receives and quickly passes back under Cannavaro’s pressure, Sagnol and Demichelis then coordinate, continuing to push the ball forward.

Seeing Pepe charging over, Sagnol once again switches to the left flank; Schweinsteiger adjusts to his right foot to cross, blocked again by Ramos kicking it out to the sideline.

Schweinsteiger playing on the flank is quite a diocre player; he needs to switch to playing as a defensive midfielder to really shine.

Sagnol, after a running start, throws the ball from the sideline; Ramos rushes up to Schweinsteiger and is the first to get the ball, turning to pass back.

Pepe receives the ball under pressure from Mackay and passes back again; Casillas ets the ball with a big kick.

Huang Kaiwen spots the trajectory of the ball and rushes up to receive it.

Hargreaves, getting there first, jumps and heads the ball to the side of Huang Kaiwen; Huang Kaiwen turns and returns to the midfield to take the ball, quickly passing it short to Guti to continue pushing forward.

Thwack—

Guti swings his arm and sends a lobbing pass, the ball flying over Hargreaves’ head and landing in front of Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen drives the ball towards Bayern’s penalty area from the center.

Lahm and Lucio almost simultaneously charge at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen doesn’t rush to pass, waiting for his teammates to get into position.

Higuain moves up beside Van Boml.

Huang Kaiwen then accelerates with the ball, and Lucio also speeds up towards Huang Kaiwen.

Feeling sothing is amiss, Lahm looks back; Huang Kaiwen had just pulled the ball to the left, his toes tapping behind the ball.

Thwack—

The ball swiftly passes between Lucio and Lahm.

Higuain, unfamiliar with Huang Kaiwen’s style, starts off slow, but even then, he’s faster than the taller Van Boml.

He reaches the box in two steps and intercepts the ball, forming a breakaway; an excited Higuain doesn’t control his feet well, knocking the ball a ter away, and as he accelerates to chase it, Kahn is already charging out to smother the ball.

The two sprint towards each other, nearly reaching the ball simultaneously.

Kahn, risking a possible concussion, smothers the ball under him; Higuain barely holds back his kick, becoming unsteady and falling in the penalty area.

“Ah, Higuain.”

“That was a wasted opportunity; he started a bit slow, carried the ball too far, but if he had made one less mistake, that would have been it.”

“After all, he is a 19-year-old player facing his first upcoming UEFA Champions League goal; it’s natural to be excited.”

“Hehe, that’s why players like Fabregas, those prodigious youngsters, are rare.

Making his first-team debut at 16, scoring his first team goal at 16, scoring in UEFA Champions League at 17; such growth rate is truly astounding, even among youth camps of European powerhouses, such young talents are very rare.”

Higuain turns around and apologetically claps his hands towards Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen, indifferent, waves his hand.

He wasn’t counting on Higuain.

It’s not just the young Higuain; even in his pri, Higuain was known to falter in major matches.

Beckenbauer, who was watching the ga with Calderon in the VIP box, stood in front of the clear glass.

Huang Kaiwen’s performance today was clearly not as good as usual.

He had also heard Hisfield’s tactics before the match, and Beckenbauer thought they were impractical.

Such simple tactics, how could they possibly contain Real Madrid’s number 10!

Could it be that Hisfield was more outstanding than he had imagined?