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After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Chapter 1081: 346: Ibrahimovic: Let Real Madrid Test My Mettle

Author: Burial Love Ye Liangchen
updatedAt: 2025-08-17

Chapter 1081: Chapter 346: Ibrahimovic: Let Real Madrid Test My Mettle

Crudeli mentioned the Italian war, where Charles I had the support of England, Rome, Mantua, and Florence, while the opposing side included the Venetians and Frenchmen.

Ibrahimovic’s goal led to more and more fans leaving Bernabeu.

[Andy Carroll] it is.

“Real Madrid is truly doomed, getting thrashed within the half.”

“Don’t forget, back when AC Milan had Huang Kaiwen, Liverpool still scored four after halftime.”

“Liverpool is Liverpool, Real Madrid is Real Madrid. If Real Madrid can score four in the second half today, I’ll top up 10 QB for everyone in the forum.”

“Alright then, I’ll hold you to that. I’ll be waiting for you to open a Red Diamond so I can enhance my QQ Show.”

“Don’t keep track of it, Higuain starts but can’t score, Raul himself is pointless.”

“And there’s Robben, who is absolutely sharp at breaking through.”

“How long has it been since you watched Real Madrid’s games? Ever since returning to the first team from the reserve, Robben holds back when dribbling, ready to leave due to a fallout, afraid of getting injured.”

“That’s a bit unprofessional, isn’t it?”

“Professionalism my ass, Robben was demoted to the reserves without reason, are Real Madrid in the right? You can’t dish it out if you can’t take it. If Florentino can last a season, I’d say it’s his good fortune.”

“I think it’s difficult, Calderon is bouncing all over, they’ve been clamoring to bring back Huang Kaiwen, rebuilding the Madrid banner, and seemingly gained quite a bit of support.”

Real Madrid restarted play, and the referee blew the halftime whistle.

Milan players, laughing and chatting, returned to the locker room.

It was similarly an away team locker room.

The atmosphere wasn’t so good on the Chelsea side.

Within 7 minutes of the start, Chelsea had their goal breached by Juninho Pernambucano’s free kick.

With Joe Cole injured, Deco was off his game today, lacking creativity in Chelsea’s midfield.

Huntelaar hardly received any decent passes.

At the back, Faria dug out a dice from his pocket.

Mourinho had mentioned some divination methods to him, but they were too complex.

Today, they definitely needed to field Huang Kaiwen.

But what position he could play to impact the field, even as a fitness coach, Faria couldn’t say for sure.

So, he needed a little help.

He assigned the six numbers to forward, left and right wings, attacking mid, central mid, and defensive mid.

Once he saw the players close the door, he rolled the dice in one go.

The dice, of very poor texture, spun a few times on the ground before stopping on three.

Faria pushed open the door and entered the locker room.

The players, in mid-chat, glanced at him and continued their conversations.

Huang Kaiwen clapped a few times and said, “The coach must have instructions. Let’s hear him out first.”

Faria gave Huang Kaiwen a grateful look.

Faria walked to the center of the locker room and said, “I’ve discussed the first half with Jose, there are some issues with the team, so we’ll make some substitutions in the second half.”

Huang Kaiwen subtly shook his head.

Faria was fine in most ways, but he mentioned Mourinho in every sentence.

What authority could he have left?

He fell quite short compared to Boas.

“Kevin, would you be okay playing as an attacking mid shortly?”

Faria bent towards Huang Kaiwen’s direction and asked.

“No problem, Coach.” Huang Kaiwen replied.

“Alright then, Mata will replace Kalou soon, Kevin will replace Di Santo, with Ballack and Mikel as double defensive mids, and Deco will go to the right.” Faria said.

Di Santo was also a player who had just come up from the reserves to the first team.

Originally, Argentina’s National Youth Team wanted to summon him to play in the South American Youth Football Championship, but now Chelsea’s injury situation was too severe, so Chelsea refused.

“Got it, Coach!”

Huang Kaiwen immediately said.

The locker room echoed with agreement.

“Kevin, could you elaborate a bit on our second-half tactics?”

Faria asked.

Huang Kaiwen: …

The locker room fell instantly silent.

Chelsea players widened their eyes, thinking Boas was already at the limit.

They didn’t expect Faria to deliver a new surprise.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t expect Faria to say this either.

Wasn’t this putting him against his teammates?

“Since the coach wants me to speak, I’ll say a few words.”

Huang Kaiwen stood up and said, “Our tactic in the second half is to score more goals, level it up, then turn it around, and take home a victory. Then return to London, and tomorrow I’ll hire a Michelin chef, and you can bring your families to celebrate. I’ll tell you, everyone must bring a date, if you don’t have a girlfriend, hurry to call your classmates or neighbors, else you’ll see!”

“Long live Kevin!”

“Fantastic!”

“Kid, do you have a girlfriend? Watch out for Kevin catching you.”

Ashley Cole asked Heston.

Huang Kaiwen breathed a sigh of relief.

He wouldn’t foolishly lay out tactics for teammates.

A few words for laughs were enough.

Faria, as a coach, was quite lacking.

Of course, he couldn’t be blamed for being thrust into the spotlight.

Huang Kaiwen chose to use the trial card.

[Ding, used Arthur Antunes Coimbra 24-hour trial card successfully, gained (Demon King’s Stride) Marlon]

Trait: Demon King’s Stride (Marlon) — Enhanced fluency, balance, and agility in quick changes of direction within a small area, significantly enhanced receiving capabilities, and improved handling of the ball.

Seeing this, Huang Kaiwen could only say, truly befitting of the Dragon team.

This trait definitely matches the level of Bai Beili, any athlete acquiring it will see a massive performance boost.

As the rest period ended, Chelsea players gradually exited the locker room.

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