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Chapter 139 - Chapter 139: Barcelona Overcomes Mental Block, Finally Crushes Su Hang’s Real Madrid?

"That… so fast! Su Hang's run down the flank was lightning quick!"

"Puyol just got completely beaten by Su Hang!"

"Can he make it? Looks like he might be too late!"

"He caught up!"

Thud!

Su Hang reached the ball just before the byline, swung his left foot through it, then tumbled over the line, rolling across the ground.

A desperate last-ditch cross, just kept in play.

"Oh! What a shame! The cross was too heavy."

"Ronaldo jumped but couldn't get to it."

"Even Márquez, taller than Ronaldo, couldn't reach it."

"The ball's flying to the far post."

"Wait, is that…"

"Beckham!"

"Beckham's unmarked! He rushes in at the far post and smashes it first-time!"

"GOAL!"

"A wonder strike! Beckham with an absolute stunner!"

"Barcelona gave him way too much space off the ball!"

"Beckham, who'd been sitting wide for crosses, suddenly found himself completely open."

"And this wasn't just a great strike—the delivery was brilliant too!"

"Su Hang's desperate save turned into a perfect cross. It looked like he'd intended that all along!"

"That's chemistry! 2–1! Real Madrid pull one back."

"Just three minutes after coming on, Su Hang had already changed the game."

"He hadn't scored or assisted in five straight matches, but tonight he's finally broken that streak."

"I swear Barça must be Su Hang's favorite opponent—he always shines against them!"

Camp Nou erupted with boos.

Damn it!

That Su Hang again!

Why do we have such a bad feeling?

Deco, what were you thinking?

You took down Figo but left Su Hang free?

That's a terrible trade!

Figo: What's that supposed to mean? Am I worse than kid Su now?

With that goal, Real Madrid's morale surged.

The match grew even fiercer.

67th minute.

Ronaldinho once again danced like a sprite in attack.

But García lunged into a sliding tackle, sending him crashing to the ground.

The always-smiling Ronaldinho sprang up and charged at García.

He thought the tackle was meant to injure him.

The two went head-to-head, almost triggering a full-scale clash.

The referee stepped in, showing both Ronaldinho and García a yellow card.

Barça fans were furious.

They thought García should have seen red.

70th minute.

Barcelona made their move.

Messi, brilliant in the first half, was replaced by the fresher Iniesta.

Iniesta wasn't as fast as Messi, but his dribbling was just as sharp, and his passing and organization were even better.

In truth, he was more of a like-for-like with Ronaldinho.

But no team in the world would sub Ronaldinho off, even with a yellow card.

He was simply too good.

He was on his way to becoming the best in the world.

74th minute.

The newly arrived Iniesta pressed aggressively, winning the ball on the right and threading a through pass.

But Casillas was quick off his line, smothering the chance before Eto'o could get there.

Eto'o went flying over Casillas and tumbled, cursing as he got up, clearly annoyed.

Casillas glared back, both ready to fight.

Luckily, the referee intervened quickly, warning them without showing cards.

75th minute.

Beckham, who had just lost a challenge against Iniesta, raised his hand and sat on the pitch.

The referee stopped play.

Real Madrid's doctor came on.

After a quick check, he signaled to Simon for a change.

Beckham couldn't continue.

As planned, Simon brought on Robinho for Beckham.

Robinho slotted in on the right wing.

77th minute.

Robinho, eager and lively, tried to dribble past Van Bronckhorst.

But Van Bronckhorst wasn't some pushover. With one body check and tackle, he controversially won the ball back—teaching Robinho a harsh lesson.

Barça immediately launched an attack.

Xavi and Iniesta combined down the right with slick one-twos, carving out an opening.

Iniesta squared it to the edge of the box.

Deco ran on and chipped it forward.

The ball floated over Ramos's long legs. He could only watch it fly past—reaching out would mean a penalty, and he couldn't risk it.

Thud!

Behind Ramos, Ronaldinho, on the left edge of the box, caught it first-time with a volley.

Zidane could hit a strike from the heavens—and so could Ronaldinho, the world's top midfielder, maybe the best player alive.

Whoosh!

The ball rocketed into the top corner.

Even Casillas, as brilliant as he was, had no chance.

"GOAL! Incredible! Ronaldinho again! This is the man most likely to win the Ballon d'Or this year!"

"The football magician Ronaldinho has completely taken over!"

"3–1! Barça extend their lead!"

Camp Nou erupted in thunderous cheers.

Fans sang and danced in celebration.

This was Barcelona's breakthrough!

After two seasons, they had finally conquered their mental block.

They had finally beaten Su Hang's Real Madrid!

From now on, who would dare say Barça was Su Hang's lucky charm?

Would Su Hang still claim to love facing Barça?

"One more!"

"Hat-trick!"

"Humiliate Madrid!"

The fans roared, demanding Ronaldinho use this game to completely crush Su Hang and Real Madrid's spirit.

They wanted Real Madrid and Su Hang sacrificed for Ronaldinho's coronation as the world's best.

Barça's players celebrated wildly.

Captain Puyol even mocked Casillas, venting for teammate Eto'o.

Casillas, furious, exchanged heated words with Puyol.

Players from both sides squared up in a massive confrontation.

Casillas shoved Puyol.

Eto'o shoved Casillas back.

At that moment, Su Hang charged in, tackling both Eto'o and Puyol to the ground from the side.

And just like that, the chaos was under control.

Yes… under control, not blowing up further.

The Barcelona players stared at Su Hang, stunned.

Attack him?

Of course not.

What, looking to get flattened?

But holding back… that felt awkward too.

Finally, under the desperate stares of the Barça players, the referee arrived.

The first card he showed was to Su Hang.

Su Hang didn't argue.

He just kept his eyes locked on the referee, silently putting pressure on him.

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