Chapter 451: Chapter 451

"Hey, hoping Huang Kaiwen screws up is less reliable than expecting your big cousin not to play soccer. I mean, we’ve been talking about it all season, and he still comes on for 3 minutes and happens to score a goal."

"You diss Huang Kaiwen, fine, but you’re dissing your big cousin too? His goal isn’t just any goal, it’s the greatest goal of the century!"

"Seriously, I measured it with a ruler the other day, big cousin’s barely a centimeter, even if he makes a lot of money, what’s the use."

"Damn, dude, save some internet fees to check your brain, you measured on the screen, right? Your IQ is definitely suited for planting rice."

Pellegrini had already returned to the coach’s seat.

He was grimacing and sucking in cold air.

Now he had discovered a cruel truth.

That was, Huang Kaiwen didn’t need his teammates to pass him good balls, as long as he found an opportunity to receive the ball, he could figure out various ways to break through or collaborate.

Superstars use their individual ability to change the situation on the field, such sins of war are not their fault.

His disciples had already done as well as they could, but the opponent’s core player was too strong.

Should they really have 5 players stick close to mark Real Madrid’s number 10 at all costs? The other Real Madrid players are probably laughing themselves silly.

Pellegrini made the most suitable tactical adjustment, which was to remain unchanging in the face of myriad changes. After conceding 3 goals, he gave up!

After the restart, Yellow Submarine began passing the ball back.

The pace of organizing the attack slowed down immediately.

"Villarreal seems to have taken a hit in morale."

"Yes, especially after the second and third goals, they came too close together. This kind of psychological fatigue, more than physical fatigue, is harder to bear. They need to steady themselves and find a chance to go back to the dressing room for rest and adjustments."

"Nishioka is pressured by Raul in defense, whoa, nearly passed it to Cassano, Josico doesn’t dare to hold onto the ball either, quickly passed it forward."

"This is what we were just talking about, does Villarreal have the strength to turn the tables? They do! Even if they can’t stop Huang Kaiwen, they can still score. But now the key point is, after conceding goals consecutively they are somewhat panicking, players immediately passing the ball to teammates as soon as they get it, afraid of taking responsibility. That’s no way to play."

"The young player Makitos is carrying the ball on the left, Diarra goes up to press, passes the ball, crosses to the middle to Fernandez, Fernandez slanting pass to the left side, trying a one-two but Ramos intercepts. Ah, that pass shouldn’t have been made like that, there’s only a one-year difference between Makitos and Ramos, but there’s a huge gap in their match experience and strength. Ramos’s pressure just leaves Makitos no chance with the ball."

"Ramos sends a long pass looking for Guti in the middle, Guti is being pressed by Senna, and this is what’s impressive about Guti, even as he falls he can still pass the ball, the young player Torres carries the ball with a breakthrough on the left."

Miguel Torres took the ball past the halfway line, marked closely by Senna, Torres’s dribbling and turn were intercepted by Senna’s stretch, but luckily De Jong was on time to clear the ball to the sideline.

Capello, with a stern face, yelled, "What the hell, do you have glue on your feet? Who stuck the ball to your shoes, huh? Didn’t you see that Kevin only had one defender nearby? What are you trying to do, not passing the ball at a time ?"

Seeing Torres backtrack with effort, Capello didn’t yell any further.

Standing on the sidelines shaking his head, he muttered, "These young players today, they just can’t play soccer, the game’s going downhill with each generation."

Playing for Real Madrid should be simple, yet these players fail to grasp the essence of the tactics.

Capello felt he should take the opportunity before the winter window closed to buy a few players who could actually understand human speech.

Yellow Submarine performed poorly on both offense and defense, but they didn’t concede any more goals.

They gradually steadied themselves.

In the 37th minute, Jose Enrique initiated the attack once more on the left.

Seeing lax defense in Real Madrid’s half, Enrique decisively sent a long ball.

Fran quickly ran to the left side of the penalty area and chested the ball down, took a step forward after turning around, and shot directly from distance.

"Fran, a wonder strike."

"A 30-meter wonder strike from distance, sometimes scoring is just that simple. Long pass from the back finding the front, the forward shoots from afar."

"After Riquelme left, Fran has been the most crucial link, what a beautiful goal."

The long-silent El Madrigal stadium erupted completely.

Just 20,000 home fans shouted with astonishing fervor.

Conveniently, Fran shares the same name as Maradona.

Naples had their Diego, and Villarreal had their own version of him.

A world-class strike resurrected Villarreal’s hopes for an equalizer and, more importantly, rejuvenated their spirits; the Yellow Submarine’s fans and players suddenly came alive with renewed confidence.

The old soccer king, Pele, smiled and applauded from the stands.

That goal was indeed beautiful.

No longer playing the game himself, he could watch the match purely as a spectator.

And he wasn’t worried about Real Madrid losing at all.

The only doubt today was by how many goals the Yellow Submarine would lose.

After the match restarted, the Yellow Submarine fought fiercely.

Real Madrid passed the ball back continuously until De Jong took possession.

De Jong and Diarra worked in their own half of the field, passing the ball back and forth, stretching the Yellow Submarine’s formation.

Makitos teamed up with Fran to press forward and challenge, and Diarra immediately passed back to De Jong.

Ruben Garcia charged at De Jong; De Jong, with a touch of his right foot, turned and became entangled with the challenger.

Garcia reached out his hand to follow De Jong as they turned at an angle invisible to the referee; it was then that De Jong swiftly raised his left forearm, landing an elbow on Ruben Garcia’s ribs.

Successfully shaking off Garcia, De Jong completed a 360-degree turn and charged forward with the ball.

"Good lord, De Jong is combining technique and martial arts!"

"Back when De Jong was with Hamburg Team, he was known as ’the lawnmower’ for his aggressive slide tackles, but who knew his hand techniques were just as sharp."

"De Jong’s looking up for Huang Kaiwen right away, and Senna immediately sticks close to intercept."

Seeing no pass opportunity, De Jong carried the ball across the midfield line by himself.

Josico only had eyes for Guti, making De Jong feel insulted.

As a player who came through the ranks of the Dutch powerhouse Ajax, De Jong’s technical skills on the ball were incredibly solid.

After he carried the ball a few more meters, Josico had no choice but to leave Guti to run at De Jong.

Predicting this move, Josico didn’t run full force, waiting to see De Jong pass the ball to Guti; he then turned around instantly.

Guti swiftly played the ball wide to the charging Ramos.

Cassano watched helplessly as Ramos made his run; by now, he couldn’t even tell who the winger was.

Jose Enrique went to challenge immediately, but with a flick of his foot, Ramos nudged the ball away and sped past him toward the end line.

With a snap—without letting Jose Enrique extend his foot—Ramos twisted his body and delivered a cross.

The ball flew rapidly towards the far side of the penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen, who had been roaming outside the penalty area, sprinted into the box with the defenders in tow.

Josemi and Fuentes sandwiched Huang Kaiwen, but still, he managed to get control of the ball.

With a twist of his body, Huang Kaiwen popped the ball up with his chest, judged the landing spot perfectly, then bumped the ball with his shoulder a couple of times; as Fuentes charged toward the ball, Huang Kaiwen flicked it over Fuentes’ head and headed the ball yet again.

The stadium filled with astonishment.

Even the Yellow Submarine fans hadn’t expected to witness such a scene on the field.

Huang Kaiwen’s show wasn’t over yet.

He quickly stepped back, leveraging his body against Josemi, and with a flick of his left foot, he sent the ball out of the penalty area.

"Six consecutive touches without letting the ball hit the ground, playfully outmaneuvering his opponents despite being sandwiched by two defenders, before passing the ball to Guti, who also chipped the ball without stopping into the middle of the penalty area."

"That makes seven, and it’s not over yet; Kevin uses his chest to control the ball—beautiful—he flicks it over the onrushing Fuentes and turns to perform a mid-air volley!!!"

"Nine consecutive touches, keeping the ball off the ground, and Guti was part of a spectacular show."

"I’ve read an opinion that says ’Renjia-style’ football isn’t suitable for modern soccer anymore, but today Kevin has proven with facts that, whenever he wishes, ’Renjia’ football can still shine brilliantly in modern soccer!"