I Am Scouted by Real Madrid Chapter 377 - 40: Shock!!!

Barcelona’s attack down the flank continued relentlessly, with Chen Zhong already on Ibrahimovic, constantly pressing his body against him.

Though Ibrahimovic was taller than Chen Zhong, he was clearly outmatched in terms of strength.

At this point, people began to realize what Barcelona was attempting.

In this attack, instead of choosing intricate mid-field penetration, they opted for a straightforward and aggressive low cross.

Real Madrid’s players quickly retreated, while Alves made a direct 45-degree cross.

Chen Zhong and Ibrahimovic tangled inside the penalty box.

Barcelona’s fans stretched their necks in tension, while Real Madrid’s fans showed indifference—after all, with Chen Zhong there, what could go wrong?

"Barcelona’s attack."

"Alves quickly goes low."

"45-degree cross."

"Targeting Ibrahimovic."

"Chen Zhong has positioned himself well."

"The two are tangled together!"

"But clearly."

"Chen Zhong has the upper hand!"

Ibrahimovic and Chen Zhong were interwoven, inseparable.

The Swedish player blushed, wanting to shove Chen Zhong away, but couldn’t achieve it. As the ball was about to drop and Chen Zhong prepared to stop it, he conceived a bold idea.

The Swedish player tangled more tightly with Chen Zhong.

Then, estimating the ball’s fall point, he executed a brilliant scorpion kick, using a stance reminiscent of taekwondo, lifting the ball with a single motion.

This surprising flexibility and speed dazzled Chen Zhong, only catching a glimpse of sothing flash by before making contact with the ball.

The ball flew towards the goal.

Casillas stood at the goal, ready to make a save.

Could it succeed?

All eyes were on Casillas, who had already made a sensational save before.

Yet Casillas failed to reach the ball.

"wooooooooo!"

"Scorpion kick!"

"Ibrahimovic!"

"Even though Chen Zhong had positioned perfectly."

"He used a stance reminiscent of taekwondo."

"To tap the ball into the net!"

"Inconceivable!"

"Inconceivable!!!"

"Ibrahimovic, on the field for less than ten minutes, has leveled the score for Barcelona!"

"1:1"

"Zlatan Ibrahimovic!!!!"

The entire Camp Nou erupted at once, countless Barcelona fans chanting "Zlatan," loving this Swedish forward fiercely at this mont.

Ibrahimovic basked in it all, then smugly turned to Chen Zhong, saying, "Ha, how can you expect to stop God?"

Chen Zhong watched Ibrahimovic flaunting with arms spread wide and head nodding, unable to help muttering under his breath: "Such a show-off."

Yet, undeniably, Ibrahimovic’s kick was indeed impressive.

This was the first ti Chen Zhong encountered such a player.

Obviously he had completely locked him down.

But his leg, his flexibility, were incredibly astonishing.

However...

I won’t fall for the sa trick twice.

On the sidelines, Pellegrini wore an expression of bewildernt, unable to articulate how Ibrahimovic had scored such a goal.

Guardiola gazed at the flamboyant Ibrahimovic, montarily pleased but then feeling his temples throb.

"How should I handle you?"

"Zlatan..."

The Barcelona Guardiola desired was one where every player acted like obedient children, executing his instructions ticulously, players like Chen Zhong being his favorite.

While Ibrahimovic, in terms of performance, was beyond reproach.

He was unwilling to play second fiddle to ssi, had stolen ssi’s position and spotlight, leaving Guardiola quite troubled.

Why are you like Higuain, unable to discern who the team’s true protagonist is!