Chapter 452: Chapter 452

Huang Kaiwen, who had just performed a hat trick, rushed to the corner flag area.

Once again, he executed a mid-air backflip.

The Real Madrid players swarmed up, surrounding Huang Kaiwen in a frenzy of celebration.

At the love song stadium, only a few were joyful.

The cruelest thing for the fans was that the majestic player on the field was wearing the opponent’s jersey.

Fuentes looked towards Josemi.

Just now inside the box, Josemi had been acting like a background wall to Huang Kaiwen.

Josemi spread his hands and said, "If I had moved, he definitely would have found a chance to turn and shoot. Staying behind him was useful."

"Pay more attention!"

Fuentes said with a cold huff.

"Near the end of the first half, Huang Kaiwen made it 4:1,"

Zhang chuckled and said, "Fran stood there with hands on hips, his goal-scoring speed simply can’t keep up with the speed his teammates are conceding goals."

"It’s not fair to say that. Letting Villarreal’s defenders guard against today’s Huang Kaiwen is indeed difficult. The veteran Nishioka is already 33 years old, thinking that there would be less physical confrontation after coming to La Liga, but he didn’t expect to meet Huang Kaiwen."

"Mainly, it’s that position battle on that side, Fuentes is in a really sorry state today."

"Villarreal restart the game, Senna passes forward, Garcia gets the ball but is dispossessed, and the referee blows the whistle for halftime. After returning to the dressing room, Pellegrini has got his work cut out for him."

Walking towards the sidelines.

Cassano turned his head and asked, "You feel completely different today, don’t you?"

"You’re overthinking it."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, "It’s just whether I’m in good form or not."

"No, it’s definitely not just that."

With his head shaking, Cassano didn’t notice his right shoelace had come undone. He accidentally stepped on it with his left foot, lost his balance, and bumped into Huang Kaiwen.

Two figures flashed by.

Capello, displaying agility he never had even when young, pulled Huang Kaiwen to the side to dodge Cassano.

Cassano said, lying on Ramos’ legs.

He didn’t expect this guy to be so annoying usually, but got so anxious to see him fall at a crucial moment.

Cassano felt he should be nicer to Ramos from now on.

Ramos said with a cold huff, "Be careful."

If Capello hadn’t pulled Huang Kaiwen away in advance, Ramos was ready to kick Cassano.

Damn it, what if he had injured Kevin?

But since Cassano misunderstood, let it be; Ramos couldn’t be bothered to explain it to him.

After returning to the dressing room.

Sitting next to Huang Kaiwen, Cassano said, "Pass the ball to me more in the second half, and let’s show them what I’ve got."

"We’ll see if there’s a chance,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Pele wasn’t there to watch Cassano play.

If there weren’t great opportunities, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t possibly switch from the left to the right flank.

"Alright, just remember that,"

Seeing Capello come in, Cassano quickly said.

He really didn’t want Capello to see him clamoring for the ball.

Even elementary school kids know what kind of tactics Real Madrid use when Huang Kaiwen is on the pitch.

Anyone who dares to ask for the ball from Huang Kaiwen gets substituted off.

Cassano certainly didn’t want to go back to sitting on the bench.

With a stern face, Capello stood in the center of the dressing room and said, "Some of us have a problem with our thinking. When you have the ball, you should observe the situation around your teammates. If there isn’t much defense around Kevin, you can completely pass the ball."

"Torres, you’re coming off, you go on,"

Capello pointed at Marcelo.

Marcelo quickly nodded.

All the new winter arrivals at Real Madrid, especially those from South America, currently didn’t have much importance in the team.

They must seize any opportunity they get.

Raul put his arm around Miguel Torres to console him, but Torres still looked quite upset.

Because he felt he might be on Capello’s blacklist now.

The overall atmosphere in the dressing room was fairly relaxed.

After all, they were leading by three goals; which team would be caught up after leading by three goals at halftime?

The players emerged from the dressing room once again.

The Yellow Submarine players all had serious expressions on their faces.

The second half had just started and Pellegrini had already substituted Ruben Garcia with Thomas to continue strengthening the offensive capability of the front line.

After the mid-game adjustments, the Yellow Submarine had regained their confidence.

Their attack organization wasn’t rushed at all, you couldn’t tell from the pace of the game that they were trailing by a large score.

Josico sent a through ball forward, Fernandez received the pass and faked a move, not fully deceiving Guti. Guti turned around and tangled up with Fernandez, looking for an opportunity to extend his foot.

Fernandez protected the ball and turned, stealthily landing an elbow behind him.

Guti, who took a hit in secret, held his stomach and watched Fernandez run forward with the ball.

Fernandez had only run a few meters before Marcelo, rushing up from the left flank, pressured him. Fernandez faked another move, but De Jong swept the ball away with a tackle.

"Marcelo rushes up to take the ball!"

"Real Madrid’s chance for a counter-attack!"

Huang Kaiwen sprinted forward, and Marcelo immediately passed the ball.

Having sat on the bench in the first half, Marcelo had seen very clearly why Torres was substituted off.

No sooner had Huang Kaiwen received the ball on the left than Senna was already blocking him in front.

Behind Senna was Josemi, lying in wait with predatory eyes.

Thomas was also running back.

Huang Kaiwen glanced over and noticed Guti was marked.

It was down to him alone then.

Huang Kaiwen tapped the ball outward with his right foot; Senna guessed it was a feint and didn’t move with it. But then, Huang Kaiwen took off, cutting from the left flank diagonally towards the center. Senna followed suit.

With the attribute of "long-distance sprint" from [Pele], his speed had reached a certain level.

Although Senna’s turn was almost instantaneous, the distance between him and Huang Kaiwen visibly grew wider and wider.