What's this?
A line of text appeared before Su Hang's eyes, visible only to him, along with a card featuring Cristiano Ronaldo.
On the card, Ronaldo wore his signature curly hairstyle, looking confident and triumphant. That year, he had led his team to back-to-back Champions League titles.
"Ding! Match detected. Do you want to use the Moment Card?"
"Ding! You have used Moment Card: Cristiano Ronaldo 2016!"
The card instantly shattered into countless streaks of light that surged into Su Hang's body.
In that moment, Su Hang felt a surge of power throughout his entire body.
His perception of the match transformed completely.
The opponent's once-impenetrable defensive setup now revealed cracks before his eyes.
This was Cristiano Ronaldo's signature offensive instinct.
But to the crowd, Su Hang looked frozen on the pitch—like he'd been scared stiff.
Zaragoza fans burst out laughing.
Even Real Madrid fans started cursing Su Hang's stupidity.
On the field, Zidane delivered a brilliant blind backpass to Figo on the right wing.
Figo drove the ball inward.
Su Hang snapped out of his daze and immediately ran from the center toward the right side.
He was trying to pull a defender away and create space for Figo.
This was the movement and awareness of a true striker.
However...
No defender followed Su Hang to the right.
He was completely ignored.
No one cared how a rookie moved on the field.
Zaragoza's midfielder Ponzio even went out of his way to bypass Su Hang and double-team Figo.
The ultimate insult to a forward!
In a flash, Figo was surrounded and urgently needed help.
Su Hang called out, "Figo! Over here!"
His read of the field allowed him to position himself perfectly.
Bang!
Figo passed instinctively.
Su Hang could even see the regret on his face—clearly thinking the ball was wasted.
On the right wing, Su Hang recalled how Ronaldo would handle this. He stopped the ball and flicked it forward, accelerating in an instant.
With one swift motion, he completely beat Toledo.
Simple and explosive!
But Su Hang didn't stop there—after getting past the defender, he cut inside.
He stepped in front of Toledo, causing the defender to crash into him. Su Hang used the momentum to launch forward.
The cut-in worked!
By 2016, Ronaldo had already become a terrifying scoring machine.
But "cutting inside" was still a core part of his soul.
He had countless experiences and techniques in this area, enough to destroy any defender.
"Oh! The boos from the Real Madrid fans have suddenly stopped."
"It's like Su Hang grabbed them by the throat!"
"These fans know football—Su Hang's cut was even sharper and more decisive than Figo's!"
"The only question now is: was it luck, or true skill?"
The commentator echoed what everyone in the stands was thinking.
Bang!
Before the sentence was even finished, Su Hang was on the ground.
Toledo, unable to catch him, had slid in from behind.
But then Toledo's face fell.
Because Su Hang had gone down inside the penalty area.
This...
Beep!
The referee's whistle rang out.
"Penalty kick! The referee has pointed to the spot!"
"Oh! And he's shown a red card to Toledo!"
"Red card and a penalty!"
"Su Hang has done it!"
"Zaragoza is protesting, saying Su Hang wasn't in the area when he fell—but the referee clearly sees it differently."
"Now Real Madrid not only has a man advantage but also a golden chance to equalize!"
"Zidane steps up... and scores! Three-three! Zidane finds the back of the net in the 119th minute!"
"A player with nerves of steel! Zidane has always thrived in big moments!"
"And of course, Real Madrid fans owe this moment to Su Hang, the substitute who won the penalty!"
"Huh? Su Hang's run into the goal, picked up the ball, and signaled his teammates not to waste time celebrating. He wants to win—he's not settling for a shootout. This kid has an incredible will to win!"
"There's still time! We can win this!" Su Hang shouted to his teammates.
The Real Madrid players snapped out of it and rushed back to their half.
The match resumed.
Two minutes of stoppage time remained.
In the 120th minute, Beckham crossed from the wing, and Zidane's header missed the mark.
In the 121st, Figo cut inside and fired a long shot, but it was saved.
Ponzio recovered the ball and passed it to David Villa, launching a counterattack.
But Beckham slid in at midfield, disrupting Villa's run and stealing the ball.
Zidane charged back and scooped up the loose ball. Before he could even lift his head, he heard a voice from the left.
"Zizou! Through ball!"
Su Hang waved while cutting inside without the ball, bursting toward the center.
Bang!
Zidane's pass split Zaragoza's midfield.
Su Hang only glanced at the ball out of the corner of his eye but immediately sensed its blistering speed and awkward bounce.
A normal stop would send it flying.
Bang!
He stopped it with his left foot, and the ball flew to his right—but it wasn't a mistake.
It was a control-and-turn!
In a blink, Ponzio was behind him.
That one touch turned a bad pass into an opportunity.
Now, only center-back Milito stood between Su Hang and the goal.
Kill!
Su Hang's feet blurred as he stepped over the ball, inside-out, his body shifting left and right as he closed in on Milito.
A flurry of stepovers!
Cristiano Ronaldo's favorite dribbling move.
Left!
Right!
Left!
No—right!
Thud!
Milito collapsed, completely fooled.
Su Hang charged into the penalty area with the ball.
"Zaragoza goalkeeper Laines comes off his line!"
"He's roaring, trying to scare off the inexperienced youth!"
"Did Su Hang get rattled?"
"He shoots!"
Bang!
The camera followed the ball toward the goal—then suddenly cut back.
Because the ball wasn't moving nearly as fast as expected.
It wasn't a power shot.
It was a soft... chip!
"Laines is completely caught off guard!"
"He did everything by the book—charged out, shouted, spread wide to cut off all angles."
"If Su Hang had gone for a power shot, Laines would've had a 99% chance to save it."
"But... he never expected that Su Hang's shot would come from the sky!"
Whoosh!
A beautiful arc took form.
Like a rainbow, it sailed over Laines' head toward the Zaragoza goal.
Milito, scrambling back, and Ponzio, chasing with all he had, both lunged toward the ball inside the box.
But the ball... had already hit the net.
Silence.
The stadium fell into a stunned hush.
No one expected a goal at that moment.
No one expected the scorer to be Su Hang.
And no one expected him to attempt such a daring lob!
If Zidane's penalty showed a big heart...
Then Su Hang's decisive lob was super!
Super!
Super!
Big heart!
Then, the stadium erupted!
"GOAL! It's in!"
"A lob! A perfect lob!"
"Incredible! He beat two defenders! He was lightning fast!"
"Four to three! Real Madrid has completed the comeback in the final seconds!"
"Su Hang, the youth academy substitute, won it with the most spectacular goal of the night!"
"He earned the penalty, scored the winner—he can do it all!"
"He's a natural-born killer!"
"Champions! Real Madrid are champions!"
"Su Hang is the champion!"
After the goal, Su Hang sprinted straight for the corner flag.
His mind was racing with his favorite celebration moves!
He leaped high into the air, spun 180 degrees mid-air, and proudly showed the name and number on his back to the cameras and fans.
On screen, Su Hang landed with arms slightly outstretched—like a god descending from the heavens!
"Siu!"
He shouted his trademark celebration.
The roar of a champion!
And in that moment, the Zaragoza players felt like they had fallen into hell.
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