Su Hang and Alves began to grapple intensely.
Su Hang's barefoot height was 1.8 meters, while Alves, with shoes on, was 1.72 meters.
Su Hang leaned his upper body directly against Alves, using a bullying tactic to take the initiative in the confrontation.
Alves felt humiliated, and in a fit of anger, he directly hugged Su Hang, and the two tumbled to the ground.
Bang!
The football fell to the side, unattended.
The Main Referee blew his whistle and rushed towards Alves, showing him a yellow card.
He warned Alves that if he made such a move again, he would directly send Alves off the field.
"Oh! Su Hang's handling of the situation was very clever. Creating a yellow card is clearly more worthwhile than stopping the ball, especially since Alves is a defender."
"A defender who receives a card will see his defensive ability greatly decline because he constantly has to worry about receiving a second yellow card for defending."
"This is already the second yellow card Su Hang has created in this match."
"The first one was Casquero's! And Su Hang's header was scored after he got past Casquero. The reason Casquero couldn't defend against Su Hang was very likely because he was afraid of getting a second yellow card."
It's a closed loop!
Su Hang's actions were even interpreted as a closed loop by the commentators.
The key is that everyone thought so.
Even Zidane, after coming over, praised Su Hang's "destructive playstyle": "Well done! Previously, only Ronaldo had such destructive power in this team."
"Although you and Ronaldo use different methods, the effect is at least good."
"Play well! I'll look for an opportunity to pass to you later."
Su Hang shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, you don't have to pass to me. I'll just disrupt them. Raúl, Solari, Guti, just pass to them."
Zidane smiled: "I understand! You are of Chinese descent, and you advocate the virtue of humility. Don't worry, I am very interested in Chinese culture. How does that saying go..."
"Those who carry firewood for the multitude should not be left to freeze to death in the wind and snow!"
"I will give you more room to perform!"
"Trust me!"
Su Hang patted Zidane's shoulder in despair.
MMP!
You deserve to be bald.
You're so "smart", if you don't go bald, who will?
Subsequently, Raúl stepped up to take the free kick from a good position.
He chose to shoot directly.
However, Raúl's touch today was really off.
The ball hit the wall.
Sevilla immediately launched a counterattack.
Baptista charged into the penalty area.
Helguera, in a fierce confrontation with Baptista, hooked his opponent's foot.
Baptista fell to the ground.
Beep!
The Main Referee rushed over and showed Helguera a yellow card.
Because this was in the penalty area, Sevilla was also awarded a penalty kick.
Yellow card and penalty package!
Ten seconds later, Sevilla's few fans cheered.
Baptista personally converted the penalty he created, pulling a goal back.
The score became 2-1.
In the 60th minute.
On the sidelines, Portillo began to warm up.
"Huh? Is Portillo going to come on?"
"It seems Queiroz is not very satisfied with Su Hang's performance during this period."
"Indeed, Su Hang's touches today have been very few, and he has been largely outside the team's operational rhythm most of the time."
"Although Su Hang's stats are good, with a goal and a yellow card created, he ultimately hasn't integrated into the team. It makes sense to bring Portillo on."
"Oh... there are boos from the fans in the stadium. It seems Real Madrid fans recognize Su Hang more."
"In the previous match against Athletic Bilbao, Portillo disappointed Real Madrid fans too much, and they haven't forgiven Portillo yet."
Su Hang saw the commotion on the sidelines and, on the contrary, welcomed it.
On one hand, he was running low on stamina.
He wasn't yet capable of participating in such a high-intensity match for a full ninety minutes.
On the other hand, Zidane wanted to pass to him.
Hurry up and run!
But he seemed to have played quite well in this match. What if Queiroz continued to start him next time?
He really didn't want to live this kind of anxious life anymore.
He just wanted to use this valuable opportunity in the first team to grind for system rewards.
He really didn't want to play matches.
What could he do to make Queiroz bench him?
Su Hang had a flash of inspiration, he got it!
He immediately scowled.
The director's camera immediately caught this.
"Oh! Su Hang is scowling, he's very unhappy."
"It seems he wants to stay on the field and continue playing."
"Indeed, Su Hang scored today, and the team is leading. It might be a bit heartless for Queiroz to substitute him."
"Queiroz hasn't changed his mind, the fourth official is already preparing the substitution board."
"It is said that Su Hang and Queiroz's relationship is not harmonious, and now it seems this claim is not unfounded."
"When Su Hang is substituted later, will he clash with Queiroz?"
"Players of this age are hot-blooded..."
The commentators were worried.
Real Madrid fans also frequently paid attention to the situation on the sidelines.
As soon as there's a dead ball and a substitution, Real Madrid might face an internal conflict.
In the 63rd minute.
Su Hang actively dropped back, providing space for Raúl to make a forward run.
At the same time, Su Hang saw Zidane's eyes.
Zidane wanted to pass to Su Hang.
Su Hang shook his head while pointing to the sky with his finger.
Don't pass a ground ball, he couldn't control it.
Then Su Hang turned around, avoiding a potential pass from Zidane.
Zidane reluctantly sent a cross to others.
But at the same time, he understood Su Hang's meaning.
Su Hang wanted a high ball, not a ground ball!
Left side of the big penalty area.
The onrushing Solari clashed with the opposing center-back Alfaro.
Alfaro headed the ball out of the big penalty area.
But under Solari's interference, it lacked height and distance, and was collected by Zidane on the edge of the box.
Zidane flicked the ball with his foot.
He chipped a pass into the penalty area.
Inside the penalty area, Raúl was already in an offside position.
Seeing the ball fly in, he quickly moved out of the way.
The next moment, the onrushing Su Hang leaped high.
Sevilla's other center-back, Navarro, desperately jumped.
But Su Hang, with his forward momentum, leaped directly into the air, gaining the upper hand.
Navarro was pinned beneath Su Hang's abdomen and couldn't jump at all.
His head was only level with Su Hang's abdomen.
At this moment, the scene was incredibly shocking.
Su Hang seemed to be flying in the sky.
Cristiano Ronaldo's curly hair!
Aerial dominance!
Bang!
A simple header.
Though not powerful, the wide-open angle of the shot was its strength.
Even if the Sevilla goalkeeper made a diving save, he couldn't reach the ball flying into the far corner.
"GOAL!"
"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!"
"Su Hang! It's still Su Hang!"
"A brace!"
"Su Hang scored a brace in his first game at the Bernabéu! He's gone wild!"
"Sevilla simply cannot stop him!"
"They might be able to stop humans, but they cannot stop a god!"