I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 813: Chapter 60: The True Protagonist! (Part 2)

"Yet another corner!"

"This is the third corner!"

"Real Madrid has won three consecutive corners!"

This national derby only saw its first corner at the 21st minute, but by the 23rd minute, there was already a third corner.

The psychological pressure on the Barcelona players is immense. They are eager to end it all, and everyone can sense the anxiety and anger on their faces.

Compared to Barcelona’s players, Real Madrid’s players look much better. They all seem full of energy, with an expression of determination to score here.

Guardiola might have gone completely crazy. If his expression could speak, it would certainly say, "I am under a lot of pressure, a lot!"

Meanwhile, Mourinho was much quieter this time, just staring intently in the direction of the goal.

Pique didn’t speak much anymore; he seemed a bit withdrawn.

Can’t crash through, can’t outjump, even taunting the opponent gets no reaction. Pique felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Alonso raised his right arm and, under everyone’s gaze, kicked the ball out again. This pass was as precise as ever, tracing a beautiful arc in the air.

Although there were many people in the penalty area, everyone knew who the true protagonist was!

Chen Zhong broke through the three-man defense once again!

Kaka was making an early run in front, Cristiano Ronaldo was eyeing a position behind, both waiting for a pass from Chen Zhong, but Chen Zhong had no intention of passing this time.

"How is this possible!"

Guardiola groaned, witnessing the unbelievable sight of someone leaping high amidst the three-player defense, not only jumping up but seemingly hovering mid-air.

As if waiting for the ball.

What kind of hang time is this!

Mourinho’s eyes were filled with delight, as Chen Zhong’s height, strength, and jumping ability were the key reasons he chose him to play as the center forward.

And Chen Zhong did not disappoint him!

Breaking through the crowd, he completed a header towards the goal!

The Barcelona players were filled with despair, having seen their teammates knocked down for the third time. If you count the previous encounters, it seemed no one could hold back the soaring Chen Zhong.

The Real Madrid players looked at Chen Zhong with anticipation, watching him in mid-air, performing a lion-like header, mingling sweat and ball, and smashing towards Barcelona’s goal!

Valdes knew there was no one else to count on this time.

He bent his knees, ready to brace for impact, yet the ball, after a slight bounce, seemed to go out but actually drilled into the top right corner of the goal.

Valdes couldn’t perform any save actions, only standing dumbly in place, watching the ball hit the net!

No way, absolutely no way!

How could he have made such a header!

Valdes’ mind screamed, but the harsh reality forced him to face it all!

"The ball is in!"

"Chen Zhong!"

"Leaped high, headed towards the goal!"

"The ball rose slightly and slotted into the top corner!"

"1:0"

"Chen Zhong scores first for Real Madrid!"

"This is a goal worth its weight in gold!"

Chen Zhong landed in a superhero fashion and, after confirming the ball was in the net, sprinted towards the corner flag for a smooth sliding celebration, drawing a massive cheer from the stands.

Guardiola looked up at the sky, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Mourinho pumped his fist passionately, his face beaming.

The Real Madrid fans in the stands were overjoyed, while Barcelona’s fans looked on helplessly.

At times, Barcelona fans would wonder how great it would have been if Guardiola could have brought Chen Zhong to Barcelona! If that was the case, they could surely dominate the entire football world!

The match continued, with Real Madrid’s goal totally disrupting Barcelona’s rhythm, throwing them into chaos momentarily.

"Barcelona has the ball!"

"Busquets!"

"Oh dear, this mistake shouldn’t have happened!"

At Santiago Bernabeu Stadium, the Real Madrid fans in the stands sang and danced, their tunes giving great psychological pressure to Barcelona’s players on the field.

Busquets obviously hadn’t recovered from conceding the goal and made a mistake in the backfield.

Chen Zhong intercepted his pass and then made a straight through ball to Cristiano Ronaldo. The Portuguese started very quickly, but Pique’s response was swift too.

The two had a physical confrontation, and the Portuguese fell to the ground.

He immediately looked towards the referee, but the referee showed no reaction.

The Real Madrid fans in the stands were very dissatisfied with this view, and the stadium was instantly filled with boos.

The referee was unaffected by the boos, indicating again that this was not a foul.

"This decision is not satisfying the home fans!"

"They believe it should have been a foul."

"But the referee saw clearly, he believes it was a normal physical confrontation!"

"Pique didn’t foul, and C. Ronaldo didn’t dive!"

After Real Madrid’s goal, the confrontation between the two teams clearly escalated a notch. Here Alves completed an interception, there Khedira performed a slide tackle, here Busquets intercepted, and there Pepe made a physical play!

Barcelona, after a brief stun, quickly stabilized the situation.

Under Guardiola’s shouts at the sidelines, they launched wave after wave of attacks.

"28 minutes into the match."

"Barcelona’s attack."

"Messi with the ball, dribbles past the defender."

"Fast speed!"

"Pepe!"

"Through ball!"

Barcelona has always played around Messi, and Messi, it seems, was getting impatient, starting to display his abilities now.

His starting speed was fast, and coupled with his foot frequency, it was like playing rock-paper-scissors, letting the opponent go first, then making his move—an unabashed play.

Pepe fiercely collided from the side.

This time, he was determined to make a tactical foul.

He even raised his hands early to express apology, but before Messi fell, he had already firmly sent a through ball to Villa in the forward field!

Villa is known as the Real Madrid assassin.

In the penalty area, on the left side of the box, he received the ball but before he could adjust, Casillas knocked him down.

Barcelona fans in the stands raised their hands in protest.

Even Guardiola on the sidelines became agitated; they wanted a penalty!

However, the referee still showed no reaction, only coolly watching Casillas secure the ball in his arms.

Villa was furious, shouting loudly, trying to get the referee to acknowledge the issue, while other Barcelona players gathered around.

They knew very well that for them, the only way in this match was victory!

But the referee insisted he saw clearly.

Upon hearing this, Pique even cursed out loud, drawing a yellow card!

"That wasn’t necessary at all!"

"Barcelona’s players are very unhappy with this decision!"

"They believe it should have been a penalty!"

"But the referee did not award a penalty!"

"He didn’t even blow his whistle."

"Pique got a yellow card for arguing!"

"And now it’s only about 30 minutes into the game."

"Barcelona’s main central defender already has a yellow card."

This match places the greatest pressure on both teams’ defenders, considering both teams’ forwards are top-tier combinations, especially Barcelona’s back line.

This time, Real Madrid’s center forward is not Benzema, Adebayor, but it’s Chen Zhong!

The monster!

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