Stepping onto the pitch, watched by tens of thousands, taking on a crucial role.
La Liga’s opening match, Derby de Madrid, Real Madrid’s championship ceremony.
Fans worldwide are watching this match, and when they hear the comntator ntion Chen Zhong, just a 16-year-old player, they can’t help but question it.
"Is Real Madrid serious?"
"Did he offend the coach? The opponents are Fernando and Aguero up front."
"16 years old? Real Madrid? As a center-back? Can a player this age really play at such a level?"
Questioning, questioning, and more questioning.
Even the rengue fans feel mostly anxious inside. So are even directly cursing Schuster, questioning why he has placed Chen Zhong on the bench, when even Torres would have been a better choice!
Schuster has his reasons, though. He had all planned out; Pepe’s speed, stamina, and experience were perfect for the center-back role in his tactical setup. Paired with Cannavaro, his central defense was stable.
There was also tzelder, who ca on a free transfer, along with Chen Zhong and Torres from youth developnt, plus Ramos could fill in as a center-back. The team’s defense seed adequately staffed.
However, before the season even started, injuries plagued the team, reducing their numbers repeatedly. Schuster asked Disalvo several tis to adjust the team’s physical training, but was ignored each ti.
In this match, due to Torres’s inherent height limitation, plus Chen Zhong’s impressive performance in the last ga, Schuster decided to put Chen Zhong on the bench. But truth be told, he never planned to let Chen Zhong play; he wasn’t crazy. The opponents were Fernando and Aguero.
Diego Forlan, who once beat Eto’o to claim the La Liga Golden Boot and shared the European Golden Boot with "The King of Highbury," Henry.
Sergio Aguero, Atletico Madrid’s record signing at 20 million euros, broke Diego Maradona’s record at 15 years and 35 days, becoming the youngest player to participate in Argentina’s top league, a super genius.
The striker duo they form is one of the most threatening combinations in La Liga.
Anxiously, Schuster paced the sidelines, occasionally glancing at Aguirre.
"This damn bastard!"
"He’ll surely focus the team’s attack on exploiting Chen, Drenthe’s weaknesses."
Indeed, Schuster was right about Aguirre’s intentions. This season’s Real Madrid was no longer the Galaxy Battleship; they had brought in many young players.
After seeing Real Madrid’s starting lineup, Aguirre devised a strategy focusing on Drenthe’s side, which proved successful. And now there was a 16-year-old Chen Zhong, doubling the opportunities.
Aguero and Forlan, understanding the coach’s instructions, already had their plans ford, and the clear orders caused the Atletico Madrid players to cast malevolent glances at Chen Zhong.
The looks seed to say, "Welco to the adult world, little brother. Soon you’ll find out what it feels like to be beaten by society."
Robinho was completely off his ga this match. When the ball reached his feet, before he could even turn, Garcia had intercepted.
Schuster widened his eyes in disbelief: "What is he doing? Damn! Is he still asleep?"
His curses couldn’t stop Atletico Madrid’s attacks. With the ball, Garcia feigned an inward movent, and Drenthe quickly closed in to intercept.
Just as Drenthe shifted his weight, Garcia played the ball down the flank, then surged forward with the ball, leaving Drenthe struggling in the physical confrontation.
The Dutch defender stumbled and was forcefully pushed aside.
"Drenthe looks clumsy."
"He can’t defend against the opponent at all."
"Garcia made a diagonal pass to the center."
"Rodriguez received the ball."
Both teams used the 4-4-2 formation. After Rodriguez received the ball, he had three passing options: giving it to Simao for a baseline run or cut-in, or to Aguero or Forlan.
The three Atletico Madrid players ford a diagonal line—Simao at the base, Forlan in the middle, Aguero between Cannavaro and the tracking-back Drenthe.
Chen Zhong quickly assessed his surroundings, ntally constructing a positioning chart.
Rodriguez made a first-touch pass, sending the ball towards Forlan in front of Chen Zhong. Before Rodriguez even made his pass, Cannavaro shouted: "Chen!"
Chen Zhong understood Cannavaro’s intention—it was for him to use his body to push against the opponent, seizing ball control the mont Forlan attempted to control it; it was the best opportunity, and Chen Zhong’s height gives him an advantage.
Forlan was a 180cm man, wearing a ponytail, with eyes sharp as an eagle’s. His high nose added to his imposing aura. Now, he faced away from Chen Zhong, seemingly saying, "Co on, take on, I’m up for it."
"Move! Move! You damn bastard!" Schuster stood at the sideline, seeing Cannavaro point in Chen Zhong’s direction. Although he didn’t hear Cannavaro call Chen Zhong’s na, he had a general idea of what Cannavaro wanted Chen Zhong to do.
And the other fans, seeing Atletico Madrid suddenly launch a "blitzkrieg," switched from seeing Real Madrid in offense to the ho team being dangerously invaded, were suddenly anxious.
At this crucial mont, right when Forlan was about to receive the ball.
When they saw Chen Zhong standing still, so quick-thinking fans couldn’t help but speculate: "Is this kid frozen in fear?"
Soon, the answer beca clear.
"Forlan didn’t opt to control the ball."
"The ball was flicked up."
"Then he turned around."
"Facing the goal directly."
Atletico Madrid’s speed was incredibly fast, from Garcia’s diagonal pass, to Rodriguez’s imdiate pass, to Forlan flicking the ball—there was only a slight "pause."
Cannavaro quickly moved inward, closing in on Forlan. Forlan’s posture indicated he intended to turn and shoot.
rengue fans gasped, Schuster almost lost his mind and wanted to jump onto the pitch to help defend. Almost everyone’s attention was fixed on Forlan.
Forlan glanced at Chen Zhong, seemingly trying to block him, the glint in his eagle-like eyes showed a hint of amusent, as if saying, "Got you, young man!"
He turned, lifted his foot, but didn’t shoot, instead gently tapped the ball.
In a flash, the ball jumped over Cannavaro’s side. Cannavaro turned in horror to see Aguero, whose short hair seed like a venomous snake hidden in the grass, revealing its vicious face, aiming for Real Madrid’s throat’s a lethal strike.
His gaze was fierce, with Drenthe rely playing catch-up behind him.
No one could stop him, no one!
Even if Cannavaro hadn’t moved inward, he couldn’t stop him. This duo’s "combo move" had been practiced many tis.
Just when Aguero intended to shoot, a long leg extended from the side, directly swiping the ball from under Aguero’s feet.
It was Chen Zhong, who seed to be blocking the shot but actually intercepted by crossing with Cannavaro.
"Chen Zhong!"
"It’s Chen Zhong!"
"When did he appear here?"
"Wasn’t he supposed to block Forlan’s shot, then watch score?"
At that instant, many thoughts crossed Aguero’s mind, yet that didn’t stop him from imdiately attempting to tackle. His goal was clear: force Chen Zhong to pass back to the goalkeeper or repossess the ball.
anwhile, Forlan also accelerated, charging towards Casillas. If Chen Zhong passed back to the goalkeeper, Forlan could intercept to finish the shot, or even strike midway.
An ordinary person facing such circumstances might panic, but not Chen Zhong. He always kept his head up, observing the field placent. Upon realizing only Aguero moved in to tackle.
He slightly angled himself and drew back.
As Aguero approached, Chen Zhong forcefully leaned into him.
Aguero originally intended to stick close to Chen Zhong, attempting to force a pass or tackle. But Chen Zhong’s hit lifted Aguero’s legs, causing him to fall flat backward.
The crowd’s exclamations were audible, with so looking at the main referee. Seeing the referee didn’t react, it confird that this rugby-like scene wasn’t a foul!
"This kid, this kid!" Schuster was both stunned and thrilled at the sight, yet soon he couldn’t resist shouting, "What is he doing?"
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