I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 610: Chapter 60: Chen! It’s Over!

5:5

The two teams were back on equal footing again. Amidst the boos from Barcelona fans, Chen Zhong ran toward the goal and retrieved the ball, which only made the boos from the stands even louder.

What does that mean?

Do you think just drawing with us is not enough, and you want to surpass the score?

Chen Zhong’s action immediately caused many Barcelona fans to start cursing. One man’s treasure is another man’s poison. Compared to the angry Barcelona fans, Real Madrid fans had an entirely different mindset.

Some Real Madrid fans even shouted excitedly, ”Yes, just like that.”

”We don’t accept a draw. We want victory.”

”We want to step over Barcelona and continue our winning streak!”

The Real Madrid fans in the stands began to exert their strength too, and the entire stadium was engulfed in a cacophony of noise.

Guardiola was on the sidelines loudly cheering the players on. Chen Zhong’s goal really affected morale, but this was the Camp Nou. How could they let Real Madrid be so ”arrogant”?

”Barcelona’s kickoff.”

”Real Madrid is pressing positively in the front court.”

”A series of short passes.”

”Passed to the right!”

”Bojan!”

”Passing.”

Real Madrid employed a high pressing tactic against Barcelona, a strategy with high returns but also high risks. If they managed to intercept in the front court, it would be a very threatening counterattack.

However, Barcelona’s passing game was not just for show. The ball quickly reached Bojan on the flank, and Bojan had no intention of holding onto the ball but pushed it over to Messi.

Messi received the ball, turned, paused for a moment, and then nudged the ball forward.

The fans in the stands seemed to realize something and unanimously held their breath.

Even Guardiola and Mourinho on the sidelines wore the same expression.

”The ball goes to Messi.”

”Messi dribbles.”

”Chooses to cut in.”

”Alonso.”

”Pepe!”

”Ramos!”

Messi took the ball and decisively chose to cut inside. Moving towards the center, Alonso stepped up and was easily bypassed by Messi, whose speed only increased. Pepe directly chose to slide in.

But Messi agilely twisted, dodging Pepe’s tackle.

Ramos approached from the side, trying to intercept the ball from Messi’s feet. With a change in rhythm, Messi surpassed Ramos’ ”capability range”. Ramos clearly knew what Messi planned to do, but his feet were just a fraction too slow!

A fraction too slow.

The ball slipped between Ramos’s legs, and under Ramos’s contact, Messi staggered and broke into the penalty area.

Facing the oncoming Casillas, Messi used the outside of his foot to flick the ball. Casillas tried to block it, but quickly and fearfully realized!

This wasn’t a shot!

But a pass!

He swiftly moved to the side, but substitute Hefron got there before Casillas and poked the ball into the net.

6:5

The Camp Nou instantly ignited.

The Barcelona fans in the stands were ecstatic, loudly chanting Messi’s name: ”Messi, Messi, Messi!”

And the Barcelona players gathered around too, surrounding Messi. Even the scorer Hefron joined in.

Guardiola breathed a long sigh of relief on the sidelines, his eyes filled with Messi’s image, muttering to himself, ”Celebrate longer, celebrate longer.”

He occasionally glanced in Chen Zhong’s direction.

Guardiola was still wary of Chen Zhong, while Mourinho continued to hope in Chen Zhong.

At the same time, Mourinho ran toward the fourth official, loudly complaining about Barcelona’s celebration, claiming it was wasting time, it was time-wasting.

On the field, Chen Zhong looked at his somewhat dejected Real Madrid teammates, not comforting them immediately. under their watchful eyes, he ran toward his own goal and retrieved the ball from it.

Then, running towards the midfield, he pumped his fist, calling out each player’s name: ”Pepe! Xavi! Sami!”

Pepe, Alonso, Khedira, one by one, the players lifted their heads at Chen Zhong’s call. They looked at Chen Zhong’s determined eyes, gazed at the ball he held, and without extra words, one by one, they moved along with him.

While Barcelona’s players were still celebrating, Real Madrid players had already placed the ball in the center circle and stood firmly in their positions.

The main referee saw this scene and proactively stepped forward to expedite them.

Only then did Barcelona’s players come back to their senses from joy.

When they saw the impassive Real Madrid players standing in their positions, for some reason, they felt a bit uneasy inside.

Even some Barcelona players had a rising illusion that once the game restarted, they would concede a goal.

”The match is about to enter extra time.”

”Barcelona’s celebration used up quite some time.”

”The main referee should add a bit.”

”We see the sideline referee has raised the electronic board.”

”7 minutes of added time!”

When Barcelona players returned to their positions, Real Madrid players didn’t want to waste even a minute, quickly kicking off the ball.

The ball came to Chen Zhong’s feet, and after two steps, he directly delivered a forward pass.

This pass was very bold and without warning.

Barcelona players hadn’t fully organized their formation yet, appearing somewhat caught off guard.