I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 817: Chapter 62: 10 Players_2

After a long silence, Messi took the ball but didn’t choose to pass it out this time. Instead, like a sharp sword, he directly cut into Real Madrid’s penalty area from the side.

Real Madrid’s players attempted to block, but Messi’s speed and foot frequency made their blocking seem ”illusory.” Just when Real Madrid barely managed to stop Messi.

With anticipation in his eyes, Messi sent a diagonal pass to Villa on the far end.

Villa quickly moved forward, facing the ball with no adjustments, and shot it fiercely. The ball rocketed into the net like a missile.

1:2

Home team first, away team second!

Barcelona reversed the score, and the goal scorer Villa celebrated madly!

”The ball went in!”

”Villa, the Real Madrid killer!”

”Received Messi’s diagonal pass!”

”A direct volley without stopping the ball, breaking through Casillas’ guarded gate!”

”This is very likely a deciding goal in the match!”

”Very possibly a goal that changes the La Liga landscape!”

After scoring, Villa celebrated with his teammates while stalling time, Guardiola kneeled at the sidelines punching the air, whereas Mourinho urged the fourth official to resume the match quickly and stop Barcelona’s celebrations.

Next, it seemed like both teams’ situations reversed, with Barcelona beginning to play rough.

First, nearing the 80th minute, Iniesta fouled Cristiano Ronaldo in front of the penalty area, then Alves fouled Chen Zhong by blocking. Following that, Barcelona used substitutions to delay time.

When Maxwell replaced Adriano, they were pretty much taking one step and stopping two.

Real Madrid hoped the match could resume quickly, but Barcelona kept delaying, until it reached stoppage time.

”This could be Real Madrid’s last attack.”

”Chen Zhong has the ball.”

”Real Madrid’s players are pressing up.”

After Chen Zhong took the ball, Real Madrid players pressed from both sides, facing Barcelona’s pressing, Chen Zhong controlled the ball steadily.

First, he squeezed past Iniesta, then performed a Marseille Turn past Xavi, and facing Keita coming up, he used his body directly.

Lastly, when Pique came up to help, he delivered a through ball behind Barcelona’s defense, reaching Marcelo cutting in from the side.

”Real Madrid’s continuous possession!”

”Marcelo has the ball!”

”Alves!”

”A very dangerous move!”

Alves’ slide tackle brought Marcelo painfully to the ground!

When Brazilian players meet at clubs, they mercilessly treat each other like sworn enemies.

The referee blew the whistle, giving Real Madrid a free kick opportunity in the attacking third.

Under the boos of the entire crowd, Cristiano Ronaldo walked towards the ball, seemingly wanting to take this free kick.

”This location can directly threaten the goal.”

”C. Ronaldo is approaching the kick point!”

”In this match, his few free kicks haven’t been of high quality!”

”Huh?”

”Chen Zhong stopped C. Ronaldo!”

”It looks like Chen Zhong wants to take this free kick!”

Cristiano Ronaldo’s expression was somewhat heavy, during this match, his injured leg was acting up with pain, but he knew, at this moment, he needed to step up and take responsibility.

But just when he was about to take the final free kick, Chen Zhong came over and stopped him.

”Cristiano!”

”Let me.”

This sentence left Cristiano Ronaldo somewhat dazed, looking at Chen Zhong, suddenly the pressure inside him was significantly relieved.

Yes!

This Real Madrid has Chen Zhong now!

The pressure doesn’t all need to be on him!

Cristiano Ronaldo handed the ball to Chen Zhong and moved to the side, making the noise that had filled the stadium suddenly less piercing, and his racing heartbeat and oxygen-deprived mind, even the leg pain, were alleviated.

He watched as Chen Zhong stood before the ball, and in front of him, the Barcelona wall seemed somewhat ”trembling.”

”Chen Zhong takes the free kick!”

”He’s bearing this responsibility!”

”He’s standing over the ball!”

”With eyes firm, fierce!”

”He takes a deep breath, showing the muscles on his thighs!”

”He slowly steps back as if measuring the ground.”

Chen Zhong adjusted his state as much as possible, his eyes fixed fiercely towards the goal, slowly retreating, slowly building power, then stepping up, facing the ball, and taking the shot!

”Bang!”

The ball surged up, spinning towards the goal.

Barcelona’s front-line players jumped high.

But they quickly and terrifyingly realized, Chen Zhong’s low, driven shot was precisely betting they would jump.

Everyone’s gaze locked tightly on the ball.

The ball flew under the wall, brushed past Valdes’s fingers, and rolled into the goal.

2:2

Chen Zhong equalized the score.

The Santiago Bernabeu Stadium instantly filled with cheers.

Mourinho at the sidelines jumped up in excitement, while Guardiola was filled with helplessness.

The victory in hand, kicked away by Chen Zhong’s one free kick.

Chen Zhong glanced at the time, didn’t retrieve the ball, but ran to the corner flag area, performing his iconic celebration move.

The entire Santiago Bernabeu Stadium echoed with: ”Chen!”