Chapter 473: Chapter 473

Setaridis shrugged toward Balera and Maniche.

All three could tell that Huang Kaiwen was going to be tough to defend today.

With feints, you still have a chance to guess, but with direct speed, if you can’t keep up, it’s all useless.

Setaridis saw it clearly, when Maniche tackled just now, Huang Kaiwen didn’t even try to dodge; he just accelerated and raced through the tackle, a bold style of play not even Torres, the fastest in their team, could achieve.

When he himself went to intercept, he was easily left behind, ending up more than a meter behind by the time he turned around.

This is fucking impossible to defend!

Ze Castro noticed his teammates were not in high spirits, speaking from the backfield, "Let’s all try together to make sure he doesn’t get any one-on-one opportunities."

Today, he was playing right center back, which meant he wouldn’t have fewer encounters with Huang Kaiwen.

Setaridis rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Even defending with two people might not be effective.

From the backfield, Franco kicked the ball out. Atletico Madrid’s defense line was still engrossed in Huang Kaiwen’s terrifying speed. On the right flank, Setaridis received the ball and seeing Huang Kaiwen charging towards him, he quickly made a diagonal pass to Maniche.

Maniche advanced with the ball on his own.

His partner today, Petar Lutsin, leaned towards defending.

From the coach’s setup, it was obvious how much they respected Real Madrid.

Only their fans probably had confidence.

Since his teammate was a defensive midfielder, he had to organize more with the ball.

At midfield, he encountered De Jong’s pressing.

Maniche pulled the ball back with his left foot, trying to teach the young Real Madrid midfielder a lesson.

De Jong moved along, not making it easy to pass by.

Maniche pulled the ball back with his right foot again, attempting to squeeze past De Jong.

De Jong kept up, his left arm bumping into Maniche’s shoulder, hooking the ball under his foot.

The off-balance Maniche extended his hand, but the referee made no call, and De Jong turned with a back pass.

Carlos controlled the ball with his foot, sending it out of bounds.

"Carlos’s mistake shouldn’t have happened, is he still not fully recovered?"

"It’s indeed possible; the injury he suffered in the Copa del Rey was severe."

Balera ran up to prepare for the throw-in.

Huang Kaiwen returned to his half of the field.

Maniche glanced over at Huang Kaiwen’s position.

Now they had the chance to attack; briefly not defending shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Balera took a running start and threw the ball in, directly to where Maniche was in front, while De Jong in the backfield went for Maniche again.

De Jong lowered his center of gravity, blocking in front of Maniche.

Maniche tried to dribble past him again, realizing De Jong wasn’t fooled, he quickly passed to the left flank.

Jurado received the ball and pushed it forward quickly, Salgado timed it right and stepped to the right, letting Jurado pass but not the ball.

Ramos received the ball and immediately passed it to Gago.

Gago twisted and turned left, Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball a few meters ahead, sprinting back towards Atletico Madrid’s half.

A thunderous booing filled Vicente Calderon Stadium.

As Setaridis ran forward past the midfield, he was thrown off by Huang Kaiwen by more than three meters.

Ze Castro saw Huang Kaiwen moving down the left, his body always looking for an opportunity.

As Huang Kaiwen came closer with the ball, reaching right in front of Ze Castro; Castro extended his foot, Huang Kaiwen flicked the ball from his left foot to the right, horizontally carrying the ball to the edge of the penalty area, Luis Pereira slid to tackle, missed the ball, and Huang Kaiwen fell to the ground.

"Foul, that’s definitely a foul."

"The main referee, Arturo Ibanez, must be considering that this is the Madrid Derby, a bit more lenient than usual, so he didn’t issue a card."

"Man, the Real Madrid players run faster than they kick the ball!"

As Huang Kaiwen was tackled, the advancing Raul saw De Jong sprinting past him.

In his hurry to check on Huang Kaiwen, Raul sped up, only to see Ramos rushing past him too.

Fortunately, Guti and Cassano were a bit slower than him.

"Are you fucking trying to get yourself killed!?"

Ramos rushed up, grabbing Luis Pereira by the collar and yelled.

He looked like an angry lion.

Huang Kaiwen, getting up with De Jong’s help, bent down to adjust his socks and found his calf was swollen.

The [Immunity Card] isn’t enough, today he had to face it physically.

He had been a bit negligent earlier; Bayern’s style of play wasn’t as rough as Atletico Madrid’s, he should have saved it for this match.

"Watch your language!"

Ibanez came over, pointing at Ramos.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen standing up seemingly okay, Ramos let go of Pereira’s collar.

Ramos turned and asked, "Kevin, are you alright?"

If Kevin had been injured, today Pereira wouldn’t be walking out standing.

"Still good, can keep playing."

Huang Kaiwen said, moving around a bit.

All were just hard knocks.

Injuries are an inevitable part of soccer.

"You all be more careful!"

Ramos pointed at the Atletico Madrid defense line.

De Jong stood silently beside Huang Kaiwen without a word.

But his smile always seemed sinister.

The Atletico Madrid players just scratched their heads.

The style of Real Madrid had changed a lot.

Guti asked, covering his mouth.

[Bale] himself was a free-kick expert, and although this position to the left slightly limited a left-footer, as the Yellow Ball King who was ambidextrous, there were absolutely no issues regarding his favored foot.

"Alright, I’ll stand by your side as cover."

Guti continued, still covering his mouth.

Huang Kaiwen nodded, standing behind and to the right side of the ball.

Ramos, Cassano, and Raul stood together by the wall.

The ball was too close to the penalty area, so the wall was positioned inside the penalty box.