I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 937: Chapter 27-3

Corner kick!

A huge sense of crisis envelops the Bernabeu.

All the tall players of Paris Saint-Germain rush into the penalty area; even their goalkeeper moves near to the center circle.

Vitinha takes the corner kick, the ball flies to the near post with intense spin! Amidst the chaos, a Paris defender overpowers Rudiger and fiercely heads the ball!

The ball hammers towards the goal like a cannonball! Courtois is blocked from seeing clearly, reacting a tad too slow!

There’s that white shadow again!

It’s Chen Zhong! As if he predicted it all, he silently retreats from his central defense position to the edge of the small box.

When the ball whistles toward him, he has no other option and no time for a standard clearance move.

He can only instinctively and almost crazily throw his entire body like a sandbag!

Bang!

A dull thud resounds across the penalty area!

The ball crashes into Chen Zhong’s furiously outstretched forehead and ricochets high, soaring over the crossbar!

The impact is tremendous, rendering Chen Zhong momentarily blind, causing him to fall heavily onto the grass.

"Chen Zhong!!!" The commentator’s voice suddenly rises, filled with shock and respect, "It’s him again! Using his head! Using his body! Using everything he has to block the opponent’s goal-bound shot! It’s his second goal-line clearance! Oh my god! He’s sacrificing his very life to defend Real Madrid’s fortress!"

The entire Bernabeu falls into a brief silence before erupting into a sea of overwhelming chants: "Chen! Zhong! Chen! Zhong! Chen! Zhong!"

Lying on the grass, Chen Zhong’s world spins, the sharp pain from his forehead momentarily causing him to lose focus.

But he can feel his chest still heaving, hear the urgent calls of his teammates nearby, and the deafening chants of his name echoing in the stands.

With the help of the team medic, he stands up with determination.

His forehead is swollen, with faint traces of blood seeping out.

He wipes his face with his jersey, wiping away sweat, grass debris, and a hint of disgrace, his gaze becoming sharper in that moment.

He brushes off the support, straightens his back, pounds his chest, and silently roars towards his fellow teammates and the sea of white in the stands:

I’m still here! Fighting!

This silent declaration ignites the entire stadium, and fires up the blood of every Real Madrid player.

The game resumes. Paris Saint-Germain’s corner is cleared out.

The ball lands in the outer area, and Chuameni gains possession.

Instead of rushing forward, he immediately looks up for the most trustworthy anchor—Chen Zhong!

Chen Zhong, dragging his heavy legs, keenly captures Chuameni’s gaze and the fleeting gap in Paris’ defense. Memories of that long pass tearing through the defense in the first half flood his mind. He grits his teeth to start, using his remaining strength to break free from nearby entanglements, raising his hand to signal for the ball!

Chuameni understands and delivers a precise ground ball to Chen Zhong’s feet. At the moment of receiving the ball, Chen Zhong doesn’t even pause to adjust! With all his strength, he strikes the ball with the outside of his right foot!

The ball seems to defy gravity, drawing an elegant yet lethal arc, crossing most of the field, precisely bypassing the last defender of Paris Saint-Germain to surgically slice through their entire advanced line!

And on the path of the ball’s flight, a purple lightning bolt had already started! Mbappe! Mastering the timing with supernatural precision, he’s tearing away from all defenders at lightning speed, heading straight to the heart of Paris Saint-Germain!

Chen Zhong’s pass, like a guided missile, bypasses all obstacles, landing precisely at the most favorable spot in Mbappe’s sprint line! Mbappe doesn’t even need to reduce speed. He gracefully nudges the ball forward with his toe, instantly creating a perfect solo chance!

Enrique on the sidelines hopelessly spreads his hands.

Mbappe, facing the advancing Paris goalkeeper, calmly shoots to the far corner!

The ball hits the net!

GOOOOOOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!

Real Madrid 2-0 Paris Saint-Germain!

After scoring, Mbappe doesn’t immediately sprint in celebration. Instead, he turns around at once, opening his arms, and excitedly, with immense respect, points toward the figure who delivered the decisive pass—Chen Zhong!

The commentator’s voice is so excited it’s almost cracking, "Chen Zhong! It’s Chen Zhong again! With a pass worth a fortune, one that could go down in Champions League history, covering sixty meters to decisively kill the suspense in the match! He declares in the most incredible way: old soldiers never die; they only slowly burn out! Mbappe’s goal is dazzling, but at this moment, the entire World of Football salutes this veteran’s wisdom, courage, and indomitable will!"

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