Chapter 419: Chapter 419

Cassano was like an actor possessed, lying on the ground like a big fish pulled out of water by fishing line, thrashing unwillingly on the turf.

Carlos, Guti, and Raul lifted Cassano, standing beside Huang Kaiwen, while Ramos knelt on one knee, pretending to take photos as a memento.

Calderon, who had been watching the game low-key from the stands, laughed like a chrysanthemum.

Knowing that Huang Kaiwen had recovered from his injury, he came to the away game on a whim.

The current situation proved that he had made the right choice.

Whether it was Kevin’s hat-trick or today’s magnificent celebration, both were bound to provoke considerable discussion.

Calderon took out his phone and made a call, "Tell them, if they want to sign with Real Madrid they must bid, no secret bids, no cap, we don’t accept exclusivity clauses for similar products, they can only accept the demands of Real Madrid... yes, and have the newspapers increase their promotional efforts, we must ensure that Kevin retains the Ballon d’Or, Mr. World Football is also ours!"

He ended the call with Baldano.

Calderon stretched out his legs, pulled out a cigar, stuffed it in his mouth without lighting it, and wore a smug expression.

It had only been a few months since they signed Huang Kaiwen.

Real Madrid had almost earned back Huang Kaiwen’s wages for the entire 5-year contract, and he had pocketed a good amount of kickbacks.

The moment there was a bit of news, sponsors from all over the world were lined up to throw money at them.

So what if he played infrequently?

The less he appeared, the more precious he became!

If it hadn’t been for La Liga’s disapproval, Calderon would have wanted to give Real Madrid a rally race-style jersey plastered with advertisements.

Although the season wasn’t even halfway through,

the accountancy firm had already confirmed to him,

it was a certainty that Real Madrid would surpass Manchester United as the world’s most profitable club by the end of the season.

How dare sponsors still try to play hardball with him?

He was the great Ramon Calderon.

After the season finished, he would test the waters at Real Madrid’s general assembly to see when he could rename the Bernabeu to the Ramon Calderon Stadium.

Real Madrid taking the lead again did not demoralize Valencia; instead, it made their offense even more aggressive.

"Real Madrid has subbed out Cannavaro, Valencia is also preparing a substitution, Vicente is warming up."

"Whoa, Silva gets the ball on the left, Valencia is pushing up as a whole, with both of their defensive midfielders, Baraja and Pallardo, charging forward."

"Silva once again sends a long pass to Joaquin, they’re really making full use of the width of the pitch... Carlos, has been dispossessed! Carlos was counterattacking, Valencia’s backline is still somewhat organized."

"Huang Kaiwen is rushing into the box, swapping places with Raul, Huang Kaiwen has moved to the right!"

Carlos, who was dribbling towards the end line, turned and shook off Luis Miguel, issuing an assist with his right foot from the top corner of the box.

Raul saw Carlos’s pass was of poor quality and would be difficult to handle, so he went up to Ayala and attempted an overhead kick.

Raul’s shot lacked power, and the ball bounced awkwardly towards the goal, Albiol slowed down, thinking Canizares was likely to catch it and didn’t want to interfere with the keeper.

Huang Kaiwen darted past him, diving forward and heading the ball with a fish-like leap.

Canizares dived quickly to the ground, but the ball still squeezed between his fingertips and the post into the net.

The goalscorer Huang Kaiwen rushed towards the stands filled with visiting fans, leaping high into the air and pumping his arms to release his excitement.

"Huang Kaiwen, four goals!"

"Today’s Huang Kaiwen is still unstoppable."

"Just now, you could see how well Huang Kaiwen and Raul swapped positions, and how perfectly timed his run was; Raul was attempting the bicycle kick when Huang Kaiwen was already on the move, rushing in to head the ball at the right moment, it’s just too close, the keeper definitely can’t stop it."

The forums were filled with wailing.

"I said it, Huang Kaiwen the bastard is on a roll again."

"Man, I just heard what Zhang said about grudges, and old Real Madrid players, I thought Valencia could do it."

"Huang Kaiwen the prick’s heading is pretty strong, Zhang wasn’t wrong when he said he’s good at scoring during open play."

"F*ck, Huang Kaiwen definitely did it on purpose, dominating over Ayala to score that goal, Ayala complained to the ref and it didn’t even matter."

"Holy shit, bro, even a dirty player like Ayala has become a victim; Raul and Huang Kaiwen haven’t shied away from his elbows today."

Capello, who was posing on the sideline, waved at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen jogged over and asked.

"Kevin, I’m thinking of subbing you off early to avoid injury," Capello kindly offered a water bottle as he spoke.

"Alright, coach," Huang Kaiwen nodded in response.

Capello was such a good coach; he deserved some respect from Huang Kaiwen.

With the game reaching beyond the 80-minute mark, it was time for the Yellow Ball King to give his teammates a chance.

A few minutes later, Miguel Nieto subbed in for Huang Kaiwen.

The visiting fans in the stands all stood up, applauding Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen clapped back towards the stands, slowly making his way to the sideline.

"Don’t waste time, asshole!" David Navarro from Valencia’s bench ran to the edge of the pitch, yelling, and even tried to push Huang Kaiwen.

Capello quickly stepped in front of Huang Kaiwen, protectively rushing him off the field.

Capello, holding Huang Kaiwen’s arm, advised, "Don’t pay attention to that kind of third-rate player, arguing with him is beneath you."

"Right, coach, you’re correct," Huang Kaiwen said.

Sitting back on the bench, he wiped off his sweat with a towel.

Huang Kaiwen asked for the travel brochure from Diego Lopez, who was holding it.

The game would end before 8 p.m.

If he hurried, he might still make it to the store before closing to buy some souvenirs.

Walking off the field was quite a novel experience.

In the 94th minute, the head referee, Luis Cantalejo, blew the final whistle, ending the match.