Cassano excitedly rushed towards Huang Kaiwen and jumped onto his back.
He excitedly shouted, "Wasn’t my pass especially beautiful?"
Damn, that ball would have been difficult for anyone else to handle, but it was still nicely done.
Overall, it was so-so. The speed was okay, but the height wasn’t quite right.
Huang Kaiwen couldn’t be bothered to argue with Cassano, just satisfying the guy’s vanity.
"Get down from Kevin quickly, or the coach is going to blow his top!"
Guti said, slapping Cassano’s butt.
Cassano turned to look at the sideline.
Capello stood with his arms crossed, a dark expression on his face.
Staring intently, he muttered to himself.
The normally expressionless Capello was scary enough, let alone when he had a dark look on his face.
Even though Cassano couldn’t see Capello’s eyes clearly, he could feel the anger seething through his glasses.
It was all because of the problems left over from before.
Seeing Capello angry made him scared, and Cassano, feeling weak in his arms, fell off Huang Kaiwen’s back onto the turf.
Before the start of play.
Everyone at Getafe wanted to give it their all.
But with one goal from Huang Kaiwen, they were returned to reality.
The issue wasn’t whether the goal was beautiful or not, but the reminder that such a person existed!
Manchester United, Barca, Milan... So many strong teams hadn’t been able to defeat the Real Madrid led by number 10, could they really do it? Getafe restarted the game with a pass back to organize.
After getting an assist, Cassano aggressively pressed.
Celestini, faced with the press, quickly passed forward, but Guti extended his foot to block the ball.
Guti quickly turned and sent a direct left-footed pass, Berenguer stretched his leg but couldn’t touch the ball.
The ball quickly rolled into the penalty area, Huang Kaiwen half-turned and stopped the ball with his right foot. After turning around, Ruben Pulido stuck close to him. Without adjusting, Huang Kaiwen exerted force with his shin and flicked his foot under the ball.
Ruben Pulido went down to tackle and lifted his left leg trying to block the shot.
The ball flew over his leg toward the left, Luis Garcia leaped and stretched out his right arm, the ball quickly passing beside his hand.
The sound of the ball hitting the post gave him a glimmer of hope.
Garcia turned around only to see the ball slamming into the blind spot and bouncing fiercely off the ground, playfully bouncing behind the goal line.
Only seconds after the restart, the goal was breached again.
Garcia supported himself with his hands and pushed with his legs, crawling at the goal front showing his frustration.
Capello grabbed Galbiati’s collar with one hand, pointing with the other at the field and shouted, "Do you see that, two shots two goals, tell me!!! Is there anyone better than Kevin in this world?!!! Damn it, I was a bit worried about the championship before the game, I’m such an idiot, and by the way, have someone prepare some food, it’s getting late, Kevin must be hungry!!!"
Galbiati looked down at his deformed suit with some heartache.
After media exposure showed Huang Kaiwen wearing custom suits, the trend of getting custom suits made also started among the team staff.
As long as they could afford it, they generally wouldn’t wear off-the-rack clothes.
For the sake of face, Galbiati had spent several months’ salary on that piece of clothing.
If Capello ruined it, Galbiati would have nowhere to cry.
Carefully checking the shoulder and finding no issue, Galbiati then went to arrange for some food to be prepared.
When Galbiati returned to the sidelines, Capello asked, "Have they been instructed to prepare it?"
"Yeah, I had them prepare some of Kevin’s favorite food."
Capello remembered something and said, "Prepare a small table too, let Kevin sit at the coach’s bench and eat during halftime, the dressing room smell is too bad, clearly affecting his appetite."
Galbiati said reluctantly, "But it might be a bit difficult to get a suitable table."
"If you can’t find one, just bend over in front of the coaching area, let Kevin put his meal on your back."
He had been Capello’s assistant for sixteen years, and Capello was treating him ?
In that moment, Galbiati really wanted to punch Capello.
But as he calmed down, he sighed and thought,
Ah, I can’t blame Fabio. Who can blame him when it’s Kevin we’re talking about?
He probably wouldn’t treat anyone else .
To avoid ending up on tomorrow’s front page as Huang Kaiwen’s table during the halftime break, Galbiati quickly left to find a proper table.
After the restart, Getafe dared not pass back anymore.
Mario Cotelo got the ball and immediately passed it to the right to Vel Pakovsky.
"Vel Pakovsky with the ball on the right, this player’s last name is the longest in today’s match, and as a commentator, I always fear mispronouncing his name."
"Hehe, Getafe really has no other way now. Real Madrid’s players are too eager for the treble, Cassano is even pressing hard, they really dare not pass it back."
"Yes, Vel Pakovsky beats Carlos. Carlos has been off form since his injury last year. Rumor has it that Real Madrid hasn’t offered him a renewal yet, and Carlos’s contract will expire in a few days. This could be his last game representing Real Madrid."
"Cross, Pepe!!! Pepe heads the ball out of the penalty area. Indeed, Carlos seems to have reached the twilight of his career, judging by today’s performance. Playing high-caliber matches like the UEFA Champions League could be quite challenging for him now."