"The Sevilla players are complaining about Raúl being offside, but it's Raúl who's offside, what does that have to do with Su Hang?"
"Raúl dodged it in time; he didn't affect the play at all… Sure enough, the Main Referee ruled Su Hang's goal valid!"
"Su Hang is absolutely flying today!"
"Zidane's chip pass was practically tailor-made for Su Hang! This youth academy youngster and the world's best midfielder have developed excellent chemistry!"
"Oh! Su Hang is rushing to the sidelines, is he going to celebrate with Queiroz?"
In the shot, Su Hang ran towards Real Madrid's bench.
Queiroz was full of questions.
What did Su Hang mean?
Was he giving in?
Scoring a goal and coming to celebrate with him, showing his gratitude, and then asking him to keep him on the field?
Queiroz smiled.
If this young man had been so sensible earlier, wouldn't there have been no problems?
As for now… sorry, you still need to come off and cool down for me first.
Maintain this apologetic attitude for a week, publicly apologize during team training, write a ten-thousand-word self-criticism… If he does that, maybe he would let Su Hang… "Damn! Substitute me? Come on, substitute me!"
Queiroz: ???
All the players on Real Madrid's bench were stunned.
Su Hang is… "Aren't you unhappy with me? A header brace! This is what I can bring to Real Madrid!" Su Hang yelled arrogantly at Queiroz, "I, Su Hang, I can bring victory to this Real Madrid!"
"You dare to substitute me?"
"Try to substitute me!"
"See who can be stronger than me! Who can!"
"Damn!!!"
Beckham, Zidane, and others rushed over and pulled Su Hang away.
Otherwise, they even thought Su Hang would lay hands on Queiroz.
On the bench side, the players also held back the agitated Queiroz; the old man almost had a heart attack from anger.
The Real Madrid fans in the stadium were all astonished.
The commentator couldn't even believe what he was seeing: "Oh my goodness, Su Hang is… clashing with Queiroz?"
"Oh! My goodness! This will definitely attract attention after the match!"
"Is Su Hang crazy? He…"
"Of course, we understand Su Hang's emotions. He performed so well in this match, he even scored two goals, but he's being substituted."
"I believe anyone would be upset, it's just… it's just that his way of expressing it is too direct."
"I even think I heard him say he can bring victory to Real Madrid… no one is stronger than him… These… even Ronaldo probably wouldn't say such things, would he?"
However, what the commentator didn't expect was that after a brief silence, the Real Madrid fans in the stadium erupted in very enthusiastic cheers.
They began to shout Su Hang's name:
"Su Hang! Su Hang! Su Hang!"
Queiroz's face grew even uglier.
This was Real Madrid fans' dissatisfaction with Queiroz's coaching.
Real Madrid, with so many superstars like Ronaldo, Zidane, Beckham, Figo, Raúl, Carlos… was actually eliminated by Monaco.
Currently, they are only second in the League, and winning the championship is in doubt.
This is not the result the Galácticos should have.
In the hearts of Real Madrid fans, with such a lineup, Real Madrid should have topped the League early, even leading the second-place team by more than ten points. And in the Champions League, they should easily reach the semi-finals, all the way to winning the championship.
But Queiroz failed to do so.
Perhaps there are many objective reasons, but fans don't care about that.
They just felt that Su Hang was like their mouthpiece, yelling at Queiroz what they wanted to yell.
Moreover, Su Hang's confidence perfectly matched Real Madrid fans' imagination of the team's players.
We, Real Madrid, bought the most expensive players in the world, one after another, our players should, of course, confidently say they are the strongest!
These are Real Madrid's players!
The fans' cheers grew louder and louder.
The Main Referee also intervened.
Although this was just a conflict within the team, the Main Referee still deemed Su Hang's behavior to have affected the match and thus showed him a yellow card.
Su Hang felt a slight regret.
Why wasn't it a red card?
You, this referee, are still a bit too fair.
Don't go easy on me just because this is Bernabéu.
Give me a red card!
The Main Referee saw the plea in Su Hang's eyes, but thought Su Hang was asking him to withdraw the yellow card, so he shook his head: "Young man, you played well, but you need a little composure."
"Keep it up, I have high hopes for you."
The Main Referee comforted Su Hang.
On the sidelines, the assistant coach asked Queiroz: "Um… are we still making a substitution? The Fourth Official is asking us."
Queiroz was furious: "How can I substitute? In this situation, tell me how to substitute? I think they're more likely to substitute me!"
"It's chaos, it's absolutely chaos!"
The assistant coach immediately told Portillo to return to the bench.
Portillo looked very disappointed.
He had never encountered such a situation.
Someone actually dared to go against the Head Coach and won?
"Wow oh oh!"
Cheers from the Real Madrid fans came from the stands.
Their struggle had won.
They kept their best player on the field.
Meanwhile, the best player, Su Hang, was bleeding internally.
No way?
They're not taking him off even now?
Queiroz, you're not good enough!
Get up!
Su Hang returned to the field with a disappointed look, his mind once again highly tense.
He had to continue to focus on his "ball-dodging career."
In the 66th minute.
Salgado fouled Baptista on the wing, receiving a yellow card.
Sevilla took the free kick, lofting it into Real Madrid's penalty area.
Helguera won the aerial duel, heading the ball out of the box.
The ball, by chance, flew towards Su Hang.
At this moment, Su Hang was desperate.
He engaged in a fierce jostle for position with Casquero, and in such high-intensity confrontation, he couldn't possibly successfully control the ball.
This was far beyond his capabilities.
He couldn't even win the duel against Casquero.
The latter gradually gained the advantage in the duel and was more likely to gain control of the ball.
Su Hang, out of the corner of his eye, noticed another Sevilla player, Alejandro. In a flash of lightning, Su Hang shouted: "Attack! This ball is mine!"
Raúl, Carlos, Solari, Zidane, and others immediately rushed to midfield.
Counterattack!
Real Madrid's players entered counterattack mode early!
They trusted Su Hang implicitly, confident that he could launch a beautiful counterattack.
Similarly, Alejandro panicked; he immediately rushed towards Su Hang, and before the ball arrived, he and Casquero sandwiched and knocked down Su Hang.
Beep!
The Main Referee blew his whistle, stopping the play.
Alejandro, yellow card!
"Alejandro stopped Real Madrid's counterattack at the cost of a yellow card."
"This is the third yellow card Su Hang has caused in this match! His destructive power is visible to the naked eye! He is Real Madrid's best player today!"
Casquero looked bewildered: "I already had the position, what are you doing here? I could have handled him!"
Alejandro: "Huh? Weren't you struggling? Real Madrid's players were all counterattacking!"
The two were speechless.
Only Su Hang smiled slightly.
You believe me just because I said it?
You are still too naive.