Zidane: Just as I thought! He's distracting the opponent! He's waiting for my through pass!
Next to Su Hang, Sevilla's center-back Alvaro was also charging toward the ball.
But Su Hang had started a bit earlier and was slightly closer.
He knew that if he rushed in to take the ball, it would definitely bounce off.
Then the whole world would know how bad he was.
So instead, he chose to shoot without stopping the ball.
Missing was better than messing up the first touch, right?
**Bang!**
Su Hang stared in disbelief as the ball rolled toward the right.
He had clearly overestimated himself.
While sprinting at full speed, he couldn't adjust his stride in time.
Just as he was about to shoot with his right foot, his left foot—which had moved ahead—accidentally touched the ball first, knocking it away.
His right leg followed through with the swing, but it hit nothing. He stumbled and fell awkwardly to the ground.
At that moment, Raúl suddenly swept past him, caught up with the ball, and fired a powerful shot.
**Clang!**
The ball struck the crossbar and bounced away.
Raúl immediately clutched his face and dropped to his knees in pain.
"Oh my god! That's a crime from Raúl!"
"He wasted Su Hang's brilliant assist!"
What?
Su Hang, still on the ground, was stunned.
What did he just hear?
He quickly looked up at the big screen.
It turned out that accidental touch had not only fooled himself but also Alvaro and the Sevilla goalkeeper Esteban.
It looked exactly like a fake shot and real pass!
Yet Raúl, facing an open goal, hit the crossbar.
His expression was full of regret—it was obvious how much of a blunder it was.
Su Hang instinctively went over to help Raúl up.
But Raúl turned around and hugged him tightly, speaking with deep shame, "Su! I'm sorry! Your pass was perfect, I... I totally blew it!"
Wait a second...
Is it possible that was really just a slip?
"It's alright, Raúl. There'll be more chances like this. You're the best!"
Su Hang patted Raúl on the head. Raúl was so touched his eyes turned red.
Zidane, Beckham, Guti—these master passers—also looked away from the big screen.
They were impressed not just by Su Hang's creativity...
But by his acting!
That kick looked exactly like a real shot!
Su Hang: I *was* actually trying to shoot!
Zidane even gave Su Hang a thumbs-up.
45th minute.
Zidane's long-range shot earned a corner kick.
Beckham went to take it.
Su Hang made his way to the far post—he was trying to avoid getting the ball.
Most corner kicks go to the center anyway.
Casquero, who had received a yellow card for fouling Su Hang earlier, was still locked in on him.
He walked over and marked him tightly.
Su Hang smiled slightly, as if to say, "Relax, you're trying too hard."
He hadn't planned on contesting the corner at all. He wasn't good at headers...
Wait!
Cristiano Ronaldo's iconic ramen hairstyle flashed through his mind.
In the penalty area, jump, strength, heading, and attack positioning are all enhanced.
In the six-yard box, there's a chance to trigger a special high-ball suppression effect.
**Bang!**
Beckham sent in the corner.
Right to the middle, targeting a teammate.
Su Hang immediately dashed into the center.
Castro had been blocking him, but Su Hang shoved him away with noticeably more force than before.
Castro couldn't hold him back.
Su Hang surged in from the back post, leapt high from the edge of the six-yard box.
Inside the box.
Baptista, known as "The Beast," had overpowered Zidane and was about to clear the ball with a header.
But suddenly, everything darkened above him.
A shadow loomed.
Under the stunned eyes of the crowd, Su Hang soared—his head clearly half a level higher than Baptista's.
**Bang!**
He snapped his head forward.
The ball rocketed toward Sevilla's goal, kicking up a white splash in the net.
Zidane, Baptista, and Su Hang all tumbled to the ground.
But Su Hang immediately bounced up.
He saw it!
It went in!
He turned and sprinted toward the corner flag, running wildly.
The fans and commentators reacted instantly.
"GOAL! Oh my god! It's Su Hang!"
"Su Hang scored! It's 2-0 now!"
"He actually scored! Queiroz was absolutely right to start him!"
"Oh, Su Hang jumped so high!"
"Baptista is 1.85 meters tall, five centimeters taller than Su Hang, but Su Hang still out-jumped him!"
"A thunderous header that crushed The Beast!"
"This super youth player is taking off at the Bernabéu!"
On the pitch, Su Hang's strides grew longer as he took flight.
He spun 180 degrees mid-air, landed with both arms down, crashing to the ground like a descending god!
He roared in celebration: "Siu!"
Even though most fans didn't know what it meant, they didn't care.
They shouted along with him.
"Siu!"
"Siu!"
"Siu!"
The Bernabéu became a sea of white.
Beckham, Zidane, Raúl, and the others rushed in to celebrate.
At this moment, Real Madrid desperately needed a league win to boost morale—especially at home.
And Su Hang delivered!
Not long after the goal, the referee blew the whistle.
Halftime.
During the break, Real Madrid coach Queiroz approached substitute forward Portillo.
He told him that he'd be replacing Su Hang in the second half.
He hoped Portillo would seize the chance.
Portillo nodded eagerly.
As a striker, losing out to Ronaldo and Raúl was one thing. But if he couldn't even beat Su Hang... he might really need to consider leaving.
...
Second half.
Sevilla made the first change—subbing out the ineffective Silva for forward Carritos.
Clearly, Sevilla still hoped to grab some points at the Bernabéu.
56th minute.
Su Hang shifted to the left flank to go up against Alves.
He was just pretending—trying to throw Zidane off.
After all, if someone gives you the correct answer and you don't copy it, it would look suspicious.
But the young Alves lacked the experience to set a proper offside trap.
He instinctively dropped back a step...
And suddenly, Su Hang, who had been offside, was now onside.
Beckham, now playing as a defensive midfielder, immediately spotted the "opportunity."
**Bang!**
A long pass from Beckham.
Su Hang ran desperately toward the dropping ball.
He couldn't get it!
With a long, high pass like that from deep in the backfield, forget controlling it—he might not even touch it on the first try.
Balls like this were all about first touch control.
He...
Huh?
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Is Alves bumping into me?
Su Hang glanced to the side at Alves—standing there like a French bulldog—and suddenly smiled.