I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 37: Chapter 8: Aggrieved

When people were still shocked by Chen Zhong’s clean yet ferociously aggressive tackle.

Chen Zhong had already passed the ball ahead, aiming for Guti who was running forward.

After receiving the ball, Guti made a diagonal pass to Raul, which confused the Atletico Madrid player who thought he would pass directly to Van Nistelrooy ahead.

Facing the incoming ball, Raul immediately passed it to the advancing Robinho, whose speed had fully picked up. With rapid strides, he charged toward Atletico Madrid’s penalty area.

Real Madrid’s smooth and silky attack made the Merengue fans in the stands exclaim in admiration.

Atletico Madrid’s central defender Pablo realized he couldn’t keep up with Robinho and attempted a slide tackle from the side to stop Robinho outside the penalty area; however, Robinho, being the agile Brazilian he is, handled it deftly.

Watching him first push the ball forward, then leap over Pablo’s sliding tackle.

Two Atletico Madrid players quickly closed in from the sides, but the moment Robinho touched the ball, it was as if he had been launched by a rocket, swiftly darting forward past the double-team, nearly causing a collision accident.

”Oh my God!”

”Robinho!”

”Robinho!”

”Robinhoooooo~”

”What is he doing? What is he doing? It’s simply unbelievable.”

The foreign commentator couldn’t help but exclaim, seemingly at a loss for words, only repeating Robinho’s name, who wore number 10.

The intervening Pereira was between Robinho and the goalkeeper Franco.

Even though Robinho was a Brazilian, he rejected this intrusion with a classic Ronaldo-style pendulum dribble, completely fooling Pereira.

Robinho shook off everyone, facing the goalkeeper alone. At this moment, this Brazilian, who had the entire stadium cheering, slowed down, paused in front of the goalkeeper, nudged the ball, and elegantly shot for the near corner.

Only for it to be saved by the goalkeeper.

Even goalkeeper Franco was momentarily stunned. As Robinho looked at Franco, he almost blurted out a frustrated ”Why didn’t you fall for it?”

Schuster was already raising his hands, ready to cheer, but this scene nearly sent his blood pressure skyrocketing, his veins bursting with anger. He yelled furiously, ”What is he doing? What is he doing?”

Robinho’s performance in this match had just slightly satisfied Schuster. If Robinho had scored, Schuster might even have exclaimed, ”I freaking love him.”

However, Robinho chose to ”enjoy” himself.

Schuster was utterly furious, as if he were about to consume someone. If the team were ahead or tied, he might not be so angry, but right now they were behind—damn it—down by a goal at their home ground!

Schuster looked at Francisco beside him and questioned, ”Does the club think he can match Messi? As in that Barcelona guy? He’s just a piece of crap! A piece of crap!”

”I have to remind you,” Francisco leaned back to avoid Schuster’s spittle. ”You need to watch your language, at least avoid being caught on camera.”

”Let them record! Let them record!” Schuster mumbled, ”I’m going to react. We need to change players, his field performance is as lousy as his private life, and his temperament disgusts me. He doesn’t deserve to wear the number 10 shirt.”

Raul seemed dissatisfied with Robinho’s performance as well. He ran over and said to Robinho, ”What are you doing?”

Robinho ignored Raul, returning to his position on his own.

He’s a quirky, self-centered person. After those stars departed, he thought he would become the team’s center, the league’s center, even the world’s center, but reality didn’t align with his beliefs.

With a sullen face, Robinho stood there as the fans’ cheering faded. He just wanted to showcase his ”Jinga” and have the fans cheer for him.

In Brazil, isn’t that how they please the fans?

In the 14th minute of the match, without Robinho’s assistance, Drenthe was once again breached by Atletico Madrid on his left side. At this moment, Schuster immensely missed the absent Heinze due to injury. If Heinze were on the left, they wouldn’t be so embarrassed by being beaten.

After Drenthe was broken through, Maniche made a return pass to Garcia in the center, and Garcia, without stopping the ball, directly slotted it through, the ball chasing Fernando. Fernando, without stopping the ball, flicked it diagonally with the outside of his foot.

Aguero rapidly advanced, but just as he was about to touch the ball, a white silhouette flashed from the side, and the two collided physically, with the opponent directly pushing Aguero aside.

It was Chen Zhong!

That damned Chen Zhong again!

How did he end up in this position?

Chen Zhong didn’t have the time to care about what Aguero thought, as he was a cold-hearted interception machine.

Having gained possession, Chen Zhong ignored Drenthe’s request for the ball. To him, the team’s left flank was already useless, whereas the right side had potential.

The ball was sent to the advancing Ramos. After receiving the ball, Ramos charged forward without looking back.

Initially, Atletico Madrid didn’t take it too seriously, but when Ramos crossed the midfield line without showing any intention of stopping, the Atletico players became a bit flustered.

A marathon race officially commenced on the green field.

”Pass, pass the ball!” Schuster stood on the sideline, watching Ramos expectantly. Ramos didn’t disappoint him, delivering a cross directly to the far post.

The Merengue fans in the stands gasped in excitement, while the Atletico fans braced themselves with anxiety.

Pablo stood there, looking up at the ball. Just as he was about to clear it, a white silhouette ”flew” out from the side.

”Beep~”

The referee blew his whistle, simultaneously pointing to the center circle to signal the goal was valid.

The entire stadium was instantly engulfed in fans’ cheers as they looked at the team’s flag, the living legend Raul. It was Raul who fearlessly leaped forward, heading the ball into the goal.

After the goal, Raul made his signature celebration move, while displaying the number 7 on his back, telling everyone that the goal was scored by Real Madrid’s number 7, Raul.

”Raul~”

”This is his 15th goal against Atletico Madrid.”

”Fittingly scored in the 15th minute of the match.”

”He headed it in front of Pablo, who is half a head taller than him.”

”He’s been extremely active in the front line this match, which is a key reason he scored this goal.”

”1:1”

”Both teams are back on equal footing!”

Schuster celebrated wildly on the sidelines, while Aguirre finally lost his composure, his actions tinged with impatience. He shouted at his two forwards, hoping they could play with more finesse.

After receiving instructions, Fernando looked at Aguero and said, ”Don’t get into a fight with that kid.”

Aguero looked at Fernando, opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. Should he tell Fernando it’s not that he’s picking a fight, but the other way around?

I’m not deliberately targeting him; I’m just running into open space, but that kid always shows up where I want to go. What can I do? I’m really desperate!

Aguero felt aggrieved, but didn’t voice it.

No, I can’t!

I have to show that kid something.

Aguero looked at Chen Zhong with sharp eyes, not believing Chen Zhong could win every battle against him.

Just a defender, even if he blocks me nine out of ten times, if he makes just one mistake and I score, he’ll be the villain, and I’ll be the hero.

I refuse to believe he can stop me ten out of ten times!