The Santiago Bernabeu Stadium had gone mad.
The fans in the stands were fervently waving their right arms, their eyes fixed on Cristiano Ronaldo as he dashed toward the corner flag. The Portuguese leaped high, performing a celebration move reminiscent of Chen Zhong.
"Siu!"
Cristiano Ronaldo pumped his fist and shouted, releasing his emotions, while the fans celebrated wildly as well.
The first half, just under 15 minutes.
Kaka had reenacted his famous scene, and Cristiano Ronaldo showcased his strong ntality and superb footwork, lifting the ball gently to break Bayern Munich’s goal!
The Portuguese smiled as he listened to the fans chanting his na from the stands, also making a gesture of kissing the team emblem to express his love for the club!
Cristiano Ronaldo enjoyed this mont, imrsing himself in the fans calling his na and cheering for his goal, but everything changed when Chen Zhong ran over.
Those who had been cheering for him, who had celebrated for him, all shifted their attention and gaze toward Chen Zhong, and the words they chanted also changed; he was no longer the protagonist in their hearts.
"Chen! Chen!"
"Take us to the finals!"
"We can definitely turn this around, right, Chen!"
"Keep playing like this! Kid, I’ve always believed in you!"
...
When Chen Zhong ca to the sideline, the already frenzied Real Madrid fans beca even more frenzied, causing concern for the safety of the barriers.
The barriers were currently enduring imnse impact!
Upon hearing the fans’ chants, Chen Zhong clenched his fist and raised his right fist with a shake in response, and each such motion caused the fans’ voices to rise and fall like waves.
The atmosphere at the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium was electrifying, an atmosphere that would undoubtedly put imnse pressure on the visiting players and give a morale boost to the ho players.
High morale, feverish atmosphere.
This scene left no doubt in anyone’s mind that Real Madrid would accomplish this great coback!
"2:0"
"Aggregate score 5:3"
"Barely 15 minutes have passed."
"Real Madrid has narrowed the gap to just 2 goals."
"Only two more goals, and they can eliminate Bayern Munich through the advantage of away goals!"
"Before the match, many people didn’t believe Real Madrid could pull off a coback at ho."
"After all, Bayern Munich has been strong dostically and has grown more mature and perfect in the latter part of the season."
"Now the pressure is on Bayern Munich."
"How will they ensure they can leave the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium unscathed in the remaining ti?"
Van Gaal stood by the sideline, looking at Chen Zhong, feeling a relentless throb in his temples. He took the report on Chen Zhong from his assistant coach and examined it closely.
"Too fast, too fast!"
"His progress is just too fast."
"From his debut until now, he’s been improving constantly, never stopping."
"Did you see his passing just now?"
"Do you know what his long passes were like in the beginning?"
Van Gaal muttered to himself. Although stubborn, he was indeed a famous coach who had studied Chen Zhong, this "monster" from Real Madrid’s youth academy. Initially, he was just a hard-hitting defensive player.
He had the ability to make long passes, but that was about it.
There was no real accuracy to speak of.
Yet, last season, Chen Zhong’s long passes gained so precision, and he could execute a few arcs; this season, he’s showcased his long-pass skills a few tis.
But a performance like today’s, receiving the ball from the backfield and launching a precise long-pass to a teammate, was unprecedented.
This man has grown stronger.
"The match continues."
"Bayern Munich kicks off."
"They’re still playing down the wing."
"In this ga, Chen Zhong’s range of movent is quite large."
"Ribery shifts the ball to the other side."
"Lam carries the ball."
"Passes back to Robben on the right wing."
"Robben cuts inside."
"Chen Zhong!"
"Whoa!"
With a tiger-like sliding tackle, Robben, having just taken the ball and not yet made his next move, watched helplessly as Chen Zhong slid the ball away from under his feet.
Then the entire man was swept off his feet.
The Bayern Munich fans in the stands voiced their discontent. They didn’t know if this sliding tackle was a foul, but they hoped the referee would call it.
The ball rolled out of bounds, and Robben tumbled to the ground, sitting up bewildered. He looked at Chen Zhong, his eyes questioning, as if saying, "Friend, aren’t we friends? That famous scene, my mount and , have you forgotten?"
Robben’s bewildered expression was captured by the cara.
This also amused quite a few Manchester United fans, given that in the Champions League quarter-finals, Ribery and Robben executed a beautiful corner kick combination, and Robben’s "smug" expression after scoring was grudgingly noted by so Manchester United fans.
Chen Zhong looked at Robben’s expression, amused at heart, but he still extended a hand to help Robben up, patting the grass clippings off him.
"You know , my friend." Chen Zhong smiled at Robben and said, "I had to do it."
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