After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 628 - 0250 We’re Fifty-fifty with Real Madrid (Subscription Request)_4

Television stations in South Korea were all busy covering the hot topic.

KBC television was interviewing citizens on the street.

"If the players put in the effort, we should be able to defeat Real Madrid. We have already beaten Spain, Portugal, and Italy. If the national football team of the Republic of Korea can defeat those national teams, Seoul Club can certainly defeat a Spanish club."

"Real Madrid is a decent team, and their offense is formidable, but Ki Sung-Yueng is an outstanding defender. He can easily mark Huang Kaiwen."

"It might be possible that we won’t win, but the players have to show our national spirit and let Real Madrid know we aren’t easy to mess with!"

"Casillas is nothing special. In 2002, he didn’t even save a penalty kick from a South Korean player. Seoul will win 3:0 against Real Madrid!"

"No matter what, we won’t lose more games than the Japanese."

"We should probably win, our soccer level is high, and Seoul has several players with the caliber to be national team selections."

The people of the Republic of Korea generally carry a confidence.

Seoul FC’s head coach, Senor Gunes, was numb.

But that’s Real Madrid!

And it’s the Real Madrid that has Kevin!

Even his homeland’s elite teams could do nothing but pray to lose by fewer goals against such an opponent.

He didn’t understand where these Koreans got their confidence from.

Due to the club’s pressure, on the day before the match, Senor Gunes gritted his teeth and attended the press conference.

The Turkish coach stated, "Real Madrid is the best team in the world. Korean football is rapidly developing, and this match is an opportunity for exchange. Every member of the team will treasure this opportunity and try hard to play an exceptional game."

Senor Gunes had already put it very tactfully.

However, Seoul FC’s goalkeeper, Jin Bingzhi, who attended the press conference with him, had a different opinion.

Jin Bingzhi said, "We have found a way to counter Real Madrid. Huang Kaiwen is a formidable player, but he also has his playing habits. After hundreds of hours of study, I have found a way to target him."

Senor Gunes stood up with a dark expression and left.

If he had stayed longer, he feared he might have lost control and hit Jin Bingzhi over the head with a stool.

Even Yassin resurrected wouldn’t dare to say that!

...

July 27th.

Seoul World Cup Stadium.

Huang Kaiwen was getting ready in the away dressing room with his teammates.

Capello and Baldano were arguing outside the dressing room.

Their voices were loud enough to be heard clearly inside the dressing room.

Even without seeing Capello, the Real Madrid players could feel the coach’s fury.

"Kevin, you’d better not play, the coach’s worries are certainly not unfounded."

Raul sat next to Huang Kaiwen and tried to persuade him.

In 2002, when Spain played against South Korea, Raul hadn’t been able to participate.

But he had watched the entire game.

The ferocity of the South Korean players had left a deep impression on Raul.

Raul was even somewhat relieved he hadn’t played back then; those Koreans’ fouls could easily have sent an opponent off on a stretcher.

If Huang Kaiwen played today, he would definitely receive special attention.

"I think so too!"

Casillas nodded and said.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

The Immunity Card he had saved before was just right for today, wasn’t it?

The South Koreans, apparently so ordinary yet confident, made Huang Kaiwen think he owed it to the sponsors to make the Koreans realize their true level.

As if they could win against Real Madrid without the referees’ help?

Dream on!

After using the [Immunity Card] and seeing the full 100 [Expectation Value], Huang Kaiwen decided to draw a card.

[Ding, you have received the 2002 World Cup Round of 16, Italy vs South Korea, Francesco Totti single-game experience card]

Shit!!!

Huang Kaiwen almost jumped up with excitement.

There had always been these unresolved feelings when watching games.

The game where [Totti] was sent off with a red card was one of them!

Huang Kaiwen had decided that even if [Totti’s] techniques were exceptional and he could support using many technical moves,

today, he would use [Totti’s] playing style to completely replicate the Prince of Rome!

A few minutes later.

Capello kicked the door and entered the dressing room.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen, he struggled to muster a smile and said, "Kevin, you don’t need to play today, those Koreans will definitely play foul against you!"

"It’s fine, I feel quite good."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"No, I don’t agree!"

Capello said.

He rarely opposed Huang Kaiwen’s wishes.

But today he absolutely disagreed with Huang Kaiwen taking the field.

Feeling good wasn’t enough to fend off an elbow strike or a flying tackle.

No matter how fit you are, you can’t withstand the opponent’s cleats!

If Huang Kaiwen were seriously injured, it would be a major blow to Real Madrid.

"But I really want to play very much."

Huang Kaiwen said earnestly.

He had finally drawn [Totti].

If he didn’t give those stick figures a bit of a surprise, Huang Kaiwen felt he wouldn’t be able to sleep for months.

Feeling the determination in Huang Kaiwen’s tone,

Capello stared at Huang Kaiwen for several minutes, sighed, and said, "Fine then, but you must tell me if you feel unwell."

"Don’t worry, coach!"

Huang Kaiwen smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Today, even if the stick figures dropped a nuclear bomb, Yellow Ball King wouldn’t have any issues.

"Huang Kaiwen warmed up, he should be starting, but I wonder if Capello will substitute him early again."

"After this game against Seoul FC, Real Madrid will come to China, and I believe many fans are already eagerly waiting."

[Huang Kaiwen’s turn] then.

"I’ve already bought my ticket, just waiting to go watch the match." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Damn, originally Huang Kaiwen planned to burst my fucking ring, wait and see if I curse him out then."

"Fuck, bro! You must curse him out harshly then, or maybe have someone beat him up?"

"Cough cough, I’m a civilized person, we must convince people with virtue. I’ll definitely admonish Huang Kaiwen that what he’s doing isn’t right."

"I’m just afraid Huang Kaiwen might not make it back to the country, everyone must have seen how the stick figures play."

"Definitely! But what’s with Capello? He usually treasures Huang Kaiwen, yet today in this situation, he lets Huang Kaiwen start?"

"Who knows, if Huang Kaiwen doesn’t fake an injury to leave the field today, he’ll definitely get hurt within 10 minutes."

"Ten minutes? You’re joking! If he lasts five minutes, I consider it my loss."

"Ah, let’s hope Huang Kaiwen doesn’t return to the country on crutches."

"If my husband gets hurt, I won’t let them off the hook!"

"Moderator, get to work, there’s a spy that slipped in!"

At three in the afternoon, the head referee blew the whistle to start the match.

Because Huang Kaiwen insisted on playing, Capello changed almost all the starters.

He hoped the big names from Real Madrid could help share some of the pressure off Huang Kaiwen, letting those dirty Korean players go after others and forget about fouling Huang Kaiwen.

As the game started, Raul quickly passed the ball sideways.

As soon as Huang Kaiwen received the ball, three defenders instantly surrounded him.

Ki Sung-Yueng and Jiang Jun-yu were blocking right next to him, while An Xiangxuan hovered at Huang Kaiwen’s side, ready to stick out a foot at any moment.

Jiang Jun-yu grabbed Huang Kaiwen’s arm, not giving him a chance to start.

The Seoul World Cup Stadium also erupted with resounding boos!

Without turning around, Huang Kaiwen back-heeled the ball, Marcelo received it quickly and promptly passed it to Guti.

Guti controlled the ball with his left foot, spun in place to shake off Kim Jo-rul, and immediately scooped beneath the ball, sending a through pass.

Snap—

Guti’s through pass was excellent, bouncing the ball past Li Zhenglie towards the penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen, who accelerated to beat the defensive line, burst past Li Zhenglie and Anderson, easily taking the ball and driving towards the box.

Li Zhenglie followed Huang Kaiwen all the way back to the penalty area.

Without waiting for him to get close to Huang Kaiwen,

Huang Kaiwen, just entering the penalty area, swiftly scooped beneath the ball with his left foot.

Bang—

In an advanced position, Jin Bingzhi fell back as he realized the ball was flying over his head and desperately stretched up his arms.

Huang Kaiwen’s lob was high, Jin Bingzhi, unprepared, jumped but couldn’t reach at all; he landed awkwardly just in time to see the ball drop into the goal.

The noisy Seoul World Cup Stadium quieted down quite a bit.

Only the Chinese students in the stands were wildly waving posters of Huang Kaiwen.