"They lack coordination, aren’t very suited to these tactics, and aren’t taking things seriously enough."
"Should we remind them about this?"
Pellegrini glanced at Francisco and then at Alcorcon’s sowhat rudintary tactics, frowning as he spoke, "It’s good for young people to learn so lessons."
Pellegrini did not realize the seriousness of the situation. He didn’t want to play the villain, and deep down, he did not think that Real Madrid would lose this match.
In fact, 99% of people worldwide, when discussing this match, would only consider how many Real Madrid would win by, not how many they would lose by.
In such negligence, Alcorcon’s players played more freely and precisely.
They beca bolder in their moves, and it seed like they were in control of the entire situation.
In the 10th minute, Borja Pérez tripped Van der Vaart. Van der Vaart was dazzling on the spot, but the opponent didn’t care about the fancy moves, directly brought him down—nothing much he could say.
Yet the referee only gave a verbal warning to the opponent after seeing this.
This incident seed to impact the young players’ mindset. Morata even got a yellow card standing up for his teammate, and within the following 3 minutes, Real Madrid shockingly conceded two goals.
The first goal ca in the 17th minute when Alcorcon’s player made use of a quickly taken free kick, passing the ball to Borja Pérez, who was lurking in the penalty box, and Borja Pérez shot explosively after receiving the ball.
Dudek, who had been out of competitive matches for a long ti, reacted a beat slow and could only watch as the ball flew into the net.
1:0
Alcorcon took the lead first, and Alcorcon’s fans at the scene were ecstatic, while Alcorcon’s players celebrated wildly to express their joy for this goal.
Real Madrid’s fans looked at each other, seemingly unable to believe that their goal had been breached.
After scoring, Alcorcon’s morale soared!
Then, through an opportunity from a flank attack, they directly swept the ball into the penalty area!
Alvaro, who just transferred from Liverpool to Real Madrid this season, instinctively stretched out his leg, and the ball bounced off his leg straight into the goal.
2:0
Alcorcon had a dream start.
In just 20 minutes, they were leading Real Madrid by two goals.
This group of naless players delivered a dreamlike scene on their ho turf, and Real Madrid’s players felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, while Pellegrini on the sidelines was stunned, unsure of what to do.
On the stands, Florentino’s face turned dark as he glanced at Pellegrini, although it was the players who played, it was Pellegrini who set up the tactics and selected the lineup.
"Holy shit!"
"Is this match going to be an upset?!"
"No, did Real Madrid just get scored on twice by a Third Division team at the start?"
"Without those big-na players, Real Madrid’s true colors are exposed, and Chen isn’t much of help!"
"Just the other day, didn’t he say he was going to help the team win 7 Champions League titles? If they’re eliminated by a Fourth Division, Third Division team in this match, that would be interesting!"
"Look, the cara is on Chen; isn’t he shrugging his shoulders in complaint?"
The fans watching this match were buzzing with discussion. After Alcorcon scored two goals, they quickly spread the news in various groups, notifying everyone to hurry and watch the ga.
So people even maliciously wanted to see Chen embarrassed, and the sources of their malice were diverse: so disliked Chen Zhong for being Asian, others due to Chen Zhong’s high salary, and so simply because they couldn’t stand Chen Zhong.
In such circumstances, the heat of this match was skyrocketing.
It was at this mont that Chen Zhong spoke up!
"Alvaro! Dani! Lucas!!!"
He called out each familiar na, and with his calling, young players like Morata, Parejo, and Vazquez, who were in their first adult matches, snapped back to attention one by one.
Gone were the laughs from before the match; they each appeared a bit flustered and out of sorts.
And Florentino, who specially ca to the scene, witnessed Chen Zhong’s effort in the simple VIP box. When all the players seed a bit flustered, Chen Zhong, instead, was full of fighting spirit, waving his arms to encourage morale.
This gradually cald Florentino’s originally anxious heart.
No problem, no problem~
Isn’t there a treasure here!
I’ll watch here today to see who doesn’t follow the treasure’s commands~
Florentino clenched his fists, silently making a vow in his heart.
And on the field, after the team conceded two goals, Chen Zhong didn’t shrug or complain, but instead, firmly patted his chest, repeating to the players beside him, "Give the ball!"
"If you have the ball, pass it to if you can!"
"I’ll distribute it. If we lose, bla . Don’t worry. I’m the team captain!"
In this lineup, in terms of team status, recent buzz, and team salary, Chen Zhong is undeniably the standout one. At this mont, he showed his resolve, stepping forward when the players were at a loss, instantly providing them with a backbone.
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