Su Hang began to wrestle fiercely with Alves.
Su Hang stood 1.8 meters tall barefoot, while Alves, even with shoes on, was only 1.72 meters.
Su Hang leaned in with his upper body, using an aggressive approach to gain the upper hand.
Feeling humiliated, Alves lost his cool and grabbed Su Hang, sending both of them tumbling to the ground.
Bang!
The ball rolled off to the side, with no one nearby to take it.
The referee blew his whistle and rushed over, showing Alves a yellow card.
He warned Alves that if it happened again, he'd be sent off.
"Oh! That was a smart move by Su Hang. Drawing a yellow card is definitely more valuable than stopping the play—especially since Alves is a defender."
"A booked defender's performance usually drops because they constantly worry about picking up a second yellow."
"That's already the second yellow card Su Hang has drawn in this match."
"The first was Casquero's! And Su Hang scored his header right after escaping from Casquero. The reason Casquero didn't stop him was probably because he was afraid of getting another yellow."
A complete loop!
Even the commentators were calling Su Hang's tactics a closed loop.
The key was—everyone agreed.
Even Zidane came over to praise Su Hang's "lethal style of play."
"Well done! In the past, only Ronaldo had this kind of impact on the team."
"Though your style is different from Ronaldo's, the result speaks for itself."
"Keep it up! I'll look for a chance to get you the ball later."
Su Hang shook his head quickly. "No, no, no. You don't have to pass to me. I'll just run interference. Pass to Raúl, Solari, Guti. That's enough."
Zidane laughed. "I get it! You're Chinese, and you value humility. Don't worry, I'm very interested in Chinese culture. What's that saying again..."
"Those who carry firewood for others must not be left to freeze in the snow!"
"I'll make sure you get more chances to shine!"
"Trust me!"
Su Hang patted Zidane's shoulder in despair.
Damn it!
You deserve to be bald.
So "smart"... who else could go bald but you?
Next, Raúl stepped up to take the free kick from a promising spot.
He went for a direct shot.
But his touch just wasn't there today.
The ball hit the wall.
Sevilla immediately launched a counterattack.
Baptista bulldozed his way into the box.
Helguera caught Baptista's foot during a fierce challenge.
Baptista went down.
Beep!
The referee rushed over and gave Helguera a yellow card.
Since it happened inside the box, Sevilla were awarded a penalty.
A yellow card and a penalty—what a combo!
Ten seconds later, the small group of Sevilla fans erupted in cheers.
Baptista took the penalty he earned and slotted it home, pulling one back.
The score was now 2-1.
60th minute.
On the sidelines, Portillo began warming up.
"Huh? Is Portillo about to come on?"
"Looks like Queiroz isn't too happy with Su Hang's recent performance."
"True. Su Hang hasn't had many touches today. Most of the time, he's just keeping the play flowing."
"Even though his stats look good—one goal, drew a yellow card—he still hasn't fully integrated into the team. So subbing him out makes sense."
"Oh… but the fans are booing. Seems the Real Madrid supporters prefer Su Hang."
"Portillo really let them down in the match against Athletic Bilbao. They haven't forgiven him yet."
Su Hang noticed the activity on the sideline—and actually welcomed it.
For one, he didn't have much left in the tank.
He wasn't ready for a full 90 minutes at this level of intensity.
And more importantly, Zidane wanted to pass to him.
Better start running now!
But wait—he played pretty well today. What if Queiroz keeps starting him?
He really didn't want to live with that kind of pressure.
All he wanted was to use the first team's spotlight to farm system rewards.
He really, truly didn't want to play!
How could he make Queiroz bench him?
Suddenly, Su Hang had an idea.
He instantly put on a sour face.
The broadcast cameras caught it right away.
"Oh! Su Hang looks upset—he's clearly not happy."
"Looks like he wants to stay on the pitch."
"After all, Su Hang scored today and the team's leading. It would seem a bit unfair for Queiroz to sub him out now."
"But Queiroz hasn't changed his mind. The fourth official is already prepping the substitution board."
"Rumor has it that Su Hang and Queiroz don't get along—and this sure seems to confirm it."
"Will Su Hang clash with Queiroz when he gets subbed off?"
"These young players are full of fire..."
The commentators were clearly concerned.
Real Madrid fans also turned their attention to the sideline.
Once the ball went out of play, the sub would happen, and it looked like internal conflict was on the horizon.
63rd minute.
Su Hang dropped deeper, creating space for Raúl to make a forward run.
At the same time, Su Hang caught Zidane's gaze.
Zidane wanted to pass to him.
Su Hang shook his head and pointed to the sky.
No ground passes—he couldn't handle them.
Then he turned his body away, dodging Zidane's potential pass.
Zidane reluctantly looked for someone else with a cross.
But he understood now—Su Hang wanted a high ball, not a ground one!
Left side of the penalty area.
Solari surged forward and clashed with center-back Alfaro.
Alfaro headed the ball clear of the box.
But under pressure from Solari, the clearance lacked distance and fell to Zidane outside the area.
Zidane tapped the ball with his foot.
A chip into the box.
Inside the area, Raúl was already in an offside position.
Seeing the ball come in, he quickly moved aside.
The next second, Su Hang—charging in—leapt into the air.
Sevilla's other center-back, Navarro, jumped too.
But with Su Hang's momentum, he soared above him and took control of the play.
Navarro ended up under Su Hang's midsection and couldn't jump at all.
His head barely reached Su Hang's waist.
It was a stunning sight.
Su Hang looked like he was flying.
Cristiano Ronaldo's iconic ramen hairstyle!
Aerial Dominance!
Bang!
A clean header.
Not a powerful strike, but the angle was perfect.
Even with a full-stretch dive, the Sevilla keeper couldn't reach it as the ball flew toward the far post.
"GOAL!"
"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!"
"Su Hang! Su Hang again!"
"A brace!"
"Su Hang scores twice in his Bernabéu debut! He's on fire!"
"Sevilla just can't stop him!"
"They may be able to stop humans, but they can't stop a god!"
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