I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 812: Chapter 60: The True Protagonist!

Santiago Bernabeu Stadium

The originally dull scene was instantly ignited by Real Madrid’s sudden surge.

Chen Zhong raised his hand to call for the ball, which quickly crossed half the field and fell towards Chen Zhong’s position, where Pique and Busquets were double-teaming, trying to stop Real Madrid’s attack.

But Chen Zhong’s physicality was very strong.

He leaped high, flipped Busquets over, suppressed Pique, and passed the ball with a header to Kaka on the side, whose static dribbling ability was very strong.

He directly penetrated Barcelona’s defense. If it weren’t for the final shot being blocked by Puyol, it could have been a beautiful goal.

"Puyol!"

"A crucial block at a critical moment!"

"Kaka’s shot bounced off Puyol’s body."

"The ball went out of the baseline."

"Corner kick!"

"This is a corner kick!"

The commentator’s voice had some schadenfreude; for Barcelona, a corner kick was not a good thing, after all, Chen Zhong was in the penalty area, and the threat was absolutely full. No one knew who could stop this giant!

"21st minute of the match!"

"Finally, the first corner kick of this match!"

"Alonso is at the corner flag!"

"Barcelona’s penalty area is now crowded with players from both teams."

"They seem very nervous."

The stands filled with Real Madrid fans were exuberant, while Barcelona fans were somewhat nervously watching the field.

Against Real Madrid, they’ve been scored on with headers too many times.

When will the height restriction at Camp Nou really come into effect!

Guardiola appeared a bit restless on the sidelines, pacing back and forth and shouting players’ names as if it could bring him more comfort.

Mourinho wasn’t doing much better than Guardiola!

If Real Madrid could score a goal at this time, then whatever happens in the remaining time wouldn’t matter for Barcelona.

They’ve already scored anyway.

"Someone! Someone!"

"Hey, don’t think you’ll score!"

"I’ve already figured you out! You understand?" Pique stuck tightly to Chen Zhong, cursing while continuously groping with his hands, trying to interfere with Chen Zhong verbally.

But Chen Zhong was barely disturbed, and as Alonso raised his right hand at the corner flag, Chen Zhong responded by raising his right hand as well, completely ignoring Pique.

Alonso sent the corner, the ball drew an arc, and Alonso’s kicking ability was quite good, with the ball’s drop point right at the back of Chen Zhong’s head. If Chen Zhong jumped, he could head the ball towards the goal.

But Barcelona had anticipated this possibility.

Pique, Busquets, and Puyol, three of Barcelona’s tallest players apart from the goalkeeper, surrounded Chen Zhong. Their hands interlocked, giving off a bizarre sense of euphoria.

Yet even so, they still couldn’t stop Chen Zhong from jumping!

"Chen Zhong!"

"Leaping high!"

"He broke through Barcelona’s blockade!"

"Made contact with the ball!"

"Not a direct shot!"

There were too many players around Chen Zhong, combined with the goalkeeper’s precise positioning, so Chen Zhong chose not to go directly for the goal but passed the ball to Cristiano Ronaldo on the side.

The Portuguese was lurking on the side, waiting for the incoming ball to try and break the opponent’s goal with a volley.

The ball made intimate contact with his foot and flew towards the goal.

Cristiano Ronaldo’s eyes were filled with anticipation. He hoped that this shot could help the team take the lead, that he could become the team’s hero.

However, the ball hit the post and with a dive, Valdes pushed it out again.

"A very unfortunate shot!"

"C. Ronaldo nearly broke through the opponent’s goal!"

"Chen Zhong surprisingly chose a header pass."

"Barcelona clearly didn’t expect Chen Zhong’s approach."

"Another corner kick!"

Real Madrid fans were somewhat disappointed, but besides regret, there wasn’t much emotion.

Barcelona fans, however, were different. They almost conceded just a moment ago, and now you’re telling me there’s going to be another chance?

Mourinho shouted loudly on the sidelines, and Guardiola also looked anxious.

Pique continued babbling, "We know what you’re capable of!"

"You won’t pull this off again!"

"We’ll keep an eye on you!"

In Barcelona’s penalty area, except for Messi, practically everyone had come back.

Alonso sent the corner again, Chen Zhong bent his knees, gathered strength, and suddenly jumped. Pique was pressed down by Chen Zhong, Busquets pulled on Chen Zhong’s shirt to no avail, and Puyol lost balance and fell forward.

The ball made intimate contact with Chen Zhong’s head!

Despite being closely guarded by three players, Chen Zhong completed a header shot.

The ball flew towards Barcelona’s goal, and goalkeeper Valdes reached up with both hands, trying to block the ball, and the ball changed direction in his hands, flying out the sideline again.

"Wow!"

"A powerful header!"

"But Valdes’s reaction speed is very fast!"

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