After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 474 - 474 0212 Passing to Myself Three Seconds Later

474: 0212 Passing to Myself Three Seconds Later (Please Subscribe)_3 474: 0212 Passing to Myself Three Seconds Later (Please Subscribe)_3 “Pay attention, everyone, don’t give him the chance!” Leo Franco shouted to his teammates.

He continually directed the wall to adjust its position.

Even though the newspapers all wrote that Huang Kaiwen is on the decline,

but Franco, having seen with his own eyes, thought if this is considered being on the decline, then what would ascending look like — flying to the sky?

The position is slightly to the left,

but Franco still judged that Huang Kaiwen would shoot with his left foot.

It’s very hard to change your dominant foot.

Even if you consciously restrain it, in key monts, you’ll subconsciously use your dominant foot.

Putting himself in Kaiwen’s shoes, Franco thought that given the dia environnt Kaiwen has been facing recently, he must be stifled with anger, so today the first opportunity will definitely be with his left foot, his dominant foot.

Huang Kaiwen standing on the right side behind the ball also suggested this.

It could also be a right-footed, outside-of-the-foot shot, but Franco thought that was unlikely—why bother making things difficult when the left foot would suffice for this kick?

As an excellent goalkeeper, one needs to analyze from the opponent’s kicking habits to their psychological state.

After analyzing, Franco positioned himself a bit more to the right.

The Vicente Calderon Stadium was still filled with curses and booing.

Atletico Madrid fans were doing their utmost to affect Huang Kaiwen.

Peep—

After the whistle, Huang Kaiwen exhaled a breath, stepped right up to the ball’s right side, and struck with his left foot behind the ball.

Ramos and Cassano, standing on the edge of the wall, swiftly made space, causing Atletico Madrid’s wall to jump subconsciously.

The ball was low in flight, bouncing off the ground and quickly flying towards the left side of the goal through the gap left by Cassano and Ramos.

Franco dived and stretched his hands to the ground, a remarkable performance given his obstructed view, but the ball had already rolled under him, past the goal line.

“Kevin!”

“Kevin!”

“Kevin!”

“Kevin Goal!!!”

“Arriving at the Madrid Derby, the most important match representing the class warfare between Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid, the questioned Kevin declared his return to the throne with his strength!”

“From carrying the ball from the backfield to creating a free kick with a rapid dribble, to scoring directly from the free kick, Kevin completely took the lead by himself!”

“Those bullshit journalists who doubt Kevin should really look at his performance; I suspect if Kevin ran sprint races, he could win the championship, but no sprint champion could produce the performance like Kevin’s on the field.

Those damned people dare to question one of the greatest athletes in human history—if Franco were here, each one of them should be executed by firing squad!”

“It’s Kevin who leads Real Madrid, not Real Madrid giving Kevin opportunities.

In this world, no team can help Kevin improve; it’s Kevin who leads everyone else to victory!”

He missed a Real Madrid UEFA Champions League match.

Old comntator Crudeli was even more passionate during the Madrid Derby.

Italian fans are numb by now.

Although Huang Kaiwen is outstanding, and he’s a good friend of Italy, and while Crudeli’s comntary is remarkable, they still can’t understand why Crudeli is able to co up with new comntary for each of Huang Kaiwen’s matches—maybe that’s what true love is!

After the goal, Huang Kaiwen was surrounded by teammates.

Among the crowd, Huang Kaiwen raised his left arm and lifted a single finger, causing the Vicente Calderon Stadium to burst into boos again.

On the forums:

“Hey, there’s no hope, another day of watching Huang Kai boast.”

“Indeed, although the match has just started, Huang Kai’s form is too good today; now I can ask, has he taken sothing?”

“Don’t miss out, there’s plenty of doping in sprinting.

After the ga ends today, Huang Kai must undergo a doping test.”

“Cunning Huang Kai, that ball—everyone on Atletico Madrid thought it was a curved shot over the wall, but he went for a ground roller.”

“Damn, even if he’s in good form, I still can’t accept it.”

“Huan, stop yapping; although everyone says Huang Kai is boastful, they look down on you even more for sneaking up on Shanshan after the breakup; that’s disgusting!”

“Then why do you still call him Huan?

Call him Huan the Dog!”

…

“I knew you could score just now.”

Ramos said with a smile, “Giving us a free kick is asking for trouble, fouling just ans delaying the inevitable goal.”

Huang Kaiwen nodded with a smile.

“Stop blowing smoke, or it won’t even get you a pay raise,” Cassano said from the side.

Ramos glared at Cassano and asked, “Why the hell don’t you score one first, how long has it been since you scored?”

“If you can, then score one!”

Cassano retorted with his neck stiff.

“Scoundrel, comparing goal scores with a defender, you are shaless!”

“You’re the shaless one, my movent in the front contributes a lot to the team!”

Raul followed Huang Kaiwen back and said, “I can’t stand these two.”

“It’s not that bad, it shows they’re close,” Huang Kaiwen said with a laugh.

After playing together, Ramos and Cassano seed much more cheerful.

Huang Kaiwen thought this was a good thing.

No matter how childish, as long as you can find people to play with, you can be happy.

“Hmph, who’s close to him?”

On hearing this, Cassano retorted.

“I really don’t want to be close to you,” Ramos responded.

“Okay, stop arguing; let’s go out and celebrate after the ga today,” Guti suggested.

“Sounds good.”

Huang Kaiwen agreed.

Lately, they had always celebrated at his ho; it was ti to change up the style.

“That’s great, kid; tonight, you’ll see just how popular I am!”

Cassano pointed at Ramos as he spoke.