What is this?
A subtitle, visible only to Su Hang, and a card with Cristiano Ronaldo printed on it, appeared before his eyes.
Cristiano Ronaldo on the card had a perm and looked full of vigor. This year, he led his team to win the Champions League for the second consecutive time.
"Ding! Detecting that you are currently in a match, do you want to use a Moment Card?"
"Ding! You used the Moment Card Cristiano Ronaldo 2016!"
The card instantly shattered, turning into countless streams of light that drilled into Su Hang's body.
Almost instantly, Su Hang felt his whole body filled with power.
His understanding of the game also underwent a drastic change.
The opponent's airtight defensive formation began to show flaws in his eyes.
This was Cristiano Ronaldo's unique attacking sharpness.
But to outsiders, after Su Hang came on, he stood frozen in place.
As if he had been scared silly.
Zaragoza fans let out jeers.
Real Madrid fans were also cursing Su Hang's stupidity.
On the pitch.
Zidane made a brilliant "no-look backheel pass" to Figo on the right wing.
Figo dribbled and cut inside.
Su Hang came back to his senses and immediately ran from the center to the right wing.
This could draw away a defender, creating an opportunity for Figo.
This was the awareness and movement a professional forward should have.
However... no defender followed Su Hang to the right wing.
He was ignored.
No one cared how a rookie ran on the pitch.
Zaragoza's retreating midfielder, Ponzio, even actively bypassed Su Hang to double-team Figo.
This was the greatest insult to a forward!
In an instant, Figo was surrounded by multiple players and urgently needed support.
Su Hang immediately called for the ball, "Figo! Here!"
His interpretation of the pitch's vision allowed him to make the optimal choice.
Bang!
Figo subconsciously passed the ball over.
Su Hang could even see his regretful expression.
He thought the ball Su Hang asked for would most likely be lost!
On the right wing, Cristiano Ronaldo's way of handling the ball flashed through Su Hang's mind. He controlled and flicked the ball forward in one fluid motion, instantly accelerating.
In just one exchange, he completely bypassed Toledo.
It was simple and fierce!
But Su Hang's performance was not limited to that; after dribbling past, he immediately cut inside with the ball.
He blocked Toledo's path forward, causing the chasing Toledo to collide with him, and he used Toledo's collision to accelerate.
Cut inside, successful!
Although Cristiano Ronaldo in 2016 had already transformed into a terrifying goal-scoring machine.
The words "cut inside" were already an inseparable part of his soul.
He had countless experiences and techniques in this area, enough to destroy any defender.
"Oh! The Real Madrid fans, who had been booing, quieted down."
"They seemed to have their throats choked by Su Hang!"
"They understand football; Su Hang's recent cut inside was even more incisive and efficient than Figo's!"
"The only thing that needs to be determined is, was this Su Hang's luck? Or skill?"
The stadium commentator voiced the Real Madrid fans' thoughts.
Bang!
Before the commentator finished speaking, Su Hang had already fallen to the ground.
Toledo, unable to catch up, tackled him from behind.
But the next moment, his face turned ugly.
Because Su Hang fell inside the penalty area.
This... "Beep!"
The Main Referee blew his whistle.
"Penalty! The Main Referee has awarded a penalty!"
"Oh, the Main Referee also showed Toledo a red card!"
"Red card and penalty!"
"Su Hang has made a contribution!"
"Zaragoza is protesting, they believe Su Hang had not entered the penalty area when he fell, but the Main Referee clearly doesn't think so."
"Real Madrid not only has one more player, but also gets a chance to equalize directly!"
"Zidane stepped up, he's taking this penalty... Beautiful goal! Three-all! Zidane scored from the spot, helping his team equalize in the 119th minute!"
"Big heart, Zidane has always been such a big-hearted player!"
"Of course, Real Madrid fans must thank Su Hang, who came on as a substitute; this penalty came from Su Hang's breakthrough!"
"Huh? Su Hang rushed into the goal, he picked up the ball and motioned to his teammates not to waste time celebrating. He wants to win, he doesn't want to go into a penalty shootout, this player has a very strong desire to win!"
"There's still time! We can still win!" Su Hang shouted to his teammates.
The Real Madrid players immediately realized and quickly returned to their own half.
The match restarted.
There were two minutes of added time in this match.
In the 120th minute, Beckham crossed from the wing, and Zidane's header went wide.
In the 121st minute, Figo cut inside and took a long-range shot that was saved.
Ponzio controlled the ball's landing, passed to David Villa, and launched a counterattack.
However, Beckham's tackle in midfield disrupted the ball at Villa's feet.
Zidane, who had rushed back, picked up the ball, and without even looking up, he heard a call from his front left.
"Qi Zu! Through ball!"
Su Hang waved his hand while making an off-the-ball run, cutting inside and rushing towards the center.
Bang!
Zidane's through ball sliced through Zaragoza's midfield.
Su Hang judged the ball to be extremely fast and very difficult to control just by looking at it out of the corner of his eye.
Using a regular trapping method would most likely send it flying.
Bang!
Su Hang trapped the ball with his left foot, and the ball flew directly to his right side, but this was not a trapping error.
Instead, it was a trap and a dribble!
Almost in the blink of an eye, Ponzio was bypassed by Su Hang.
This trap perfectly turned the pass's weakness into a strength.
Suddenly, between Su Hang and the goalkeeper, there was only one center-back, Milito.
Charge!
Su Hang's feet continuously stepped over the ball from inside to outside, swaying left and right while rapidly approaching Milito.
Consecutive step-overs!
This was a highly deceptive dribbling move.
It had always been Cristiano Ronaldo's favorite dribbling skill.
Left!
Right!
Left!
No, it's right!
Thump!
Milito crashed to the ground, faked out by Su Hang.
Su Hang dribbled into the penalty area.
"Zaragoza goalkeeper Lainez comes out to challenge."
"He roared in anger, trying to intimidate this inexperienced youth academy player."
"Was Su Hang scared?"
"Shot! Su Hang shot!"
Bang!
The camera quickly followed the ball towards the goal.
But then it quickly panned back.
Because the ball speed was nowhere near as fast as the director imagined.
This was not a powerful shot!
Instead, it was a light... chip shot!
"Lainez was clearly stunned!"
"He followed the code of conduct for an excellent goalkeeper: rush out, roar, quickly get down when the opponent shoots, and expand his defensive area, blocking all possible shooting routes."
"If Su Hang had shot directly, he would have had ninety-nine percent confidence in blocking the ball."
"But... Lainez had no idea that Su Hang's shot came from the sky!"
Swish!
A beautiful arc was created.
Like a rainbow, it soared over Lainez's head and flew towards Zaragoza's goal.
Milito, who had scrambled back, and Ponzio, who had chased back all the way, rushed past Su Hang, both almost simultaneously flying into the goal, stretching their legs to clear the ball.
But the ball... fell into the net before them.
Silence!
The stadium fell into a deathly silence.
No one could have predicted a goal would appear at this moment!
Even more, no one could have predicted that the goal scorer would be the young Su Hang!
And even more, no one could have predicted that Su Hang would choose such a risky chip shot!
If Zidane's equalizer penalty was a big heart.
Then Su Hang's winning chip shot was super!
Super!
Super!
Big heart!
The next moment, the entire stadium erupted!
"GOAL! The ball is in!"
"Chip shot! This was a perfect chip shot!"
"Incredible, he bypassed two players! He was as fast as lightning!"
"Four to three! Real Madrid turned the score around in the last minute of added time!"
"Real Madrid's youth academy player Su Hang, who came on as a substitute, killed Zaragoza with the most spectacular shot of the match!"
"Winning a penalty, scoring a goal, he seems omnipotent!"
"He is a born killer!"
"Champions! Real Madrid are champions!"
"Su Hang is the champion!"
After scoring, Su Hang immediately rushed to the corner flag.
His mind was full of his favorite celebration!
He leaped high, turned 180 degrees in mid-air, displaying the number and name on his back to the camera and the fans in the stands.
In the camera, Su Hang's arms were slightly spread, and he landed with a thud, like a god descending from heaven!
"Siu!"
He let out an unknown celebratory sound.
This was the roar of a king!
Meanwhile, Zaragoza's players felt as if they were in hell at this moment.