Chapter 644: Chapter 76: The End, Very Unsatisfied!

"It’s over."

"As long as Real Madrid doesn’t lose this one."

"Even Chen Zhong can’t do anything now, can he? Especially fighting with one man down and a foolish referee."

The fans discussed incessantly; opinions varied, but the belief in Real Madrid’s chance of victory was pitifully scarce, especially with Albiol still warming up on the sidelines.

People preferred discussing and imagining how many people would criticize the damned referee after the match.

Even the few hopeful ones, seeing Chen Zhong exhausted on the pitch, could only put away their "delusions."

Just when everyone accepted their fate, someone suddenly noticed Marcelo advancing forward.

"Real Madrid controls the ball."

"Chen Zhong signals the advance."

"Marcelo moves forward on the flank."

"Are they going to attack?"

"Chen Zhong continues with the ball."

"Passes to Marcelo."

"A quick one-two combination."

"They’re aiming for a goal!"

Playing with one man down means other players have to expend more energy and run more.

Real Madrid hadn’t had a decent attack for some time.

Considering Mourinho’s personality and Albiol warming up on the sidelines, a draw seemed acceptable.

But Real Madrid’s captain, Chen Zhong, seemed unwilling to accept a draw.

In the face of a glaring "red light" on his stamina, he led his teammates in a charge against Sevilla’s defense.

He and Marcelo were slowly but steadily advancing on the flank.

Their "slow" pace was similar to Barcelona’s, which made Sevilla less alert to this "boiling frog" style attack.

On the sidelines, Mourinho watched the pitch tensely, while the ball had already reached Sevilla’s penalty area, Marcelo held the ball hesitantly, unsure whether to cut inside or cross.

"Real Madrid’s attack."

"Reaches Sevilla’s penalty area."

"Chen Zhong raises his hand for the ball."

"Marcelo passes to Chen Zhong."

"Chen Zhong takes the ball with his back."

"Marseille Turn!"

"Nice!"

Chen Zhong seemed to notice Marcelo’s predicament, he raised his hand and approached Marcelo, who passed the ball to him. Chen Zhong took the ball and shielded it with his back against Sevilla’s defenders, then spun and sidestepped the first tackle, executing a Marseille Turn to evade another defender. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Real Madrid’s fans in the stands gasped in astonishment, but Chen Zhong wasn’t affected; he cut in from the right of the penalty area.

Sevilla’s players quickly regained their positions. Chen Zhong brought them lower on the "offside line," facing Sevilla’s tough defense, he decided not to push through, instead passing back to Negredo near the penalty spot.

"Chen Zhong passes back!"

"Negredo is unmarked!"

"Kicks!"

All eyes focused on Negredo, Real Madrid’s number 9, who received a critical pass in a crucial spot.

Negredo, seeing the ball at his feet, mustered his strength and shot hard.

"Boom!"

The ball smashed towards the goal, but a leg stretched from the side altered its direction.

"He wouldn’t miss this chance!"

"Romariqi!"

"How is he in this position?"

"Blocked the ball!"

"Still a chance!"

"The ball deflected after being blocked!"

The ball changed direction, and a figure rapidly pushed forward.

It’s Real Madrid’s number 10, Chen Zhong!

Sevilla’s Palop quickly adjusted his stance, waving his arms, trying to increase his defending coverage, while shouting in an attempt to disrupt Chen Zhong’s thoughts.

"Still a chance!"

"Chen Zhong takes the ball!"

"Palop rushes out."

"Blocks the angle!"

"Nice!"

The Santiago Bernabeu Stadium roared like waves, Chen Zhong held his breath, calmly handling the ball underfoot.

Facing the charging Palop, he didn’t hastily kick the ball but, after luring Palop out, he nudged the ball sideways, then quickly fired a shot before Sevilla’s Caceres could close in.

No one expected Chen Zhong to choose shooting for the near top corner, a dead angle!

Palop let out a despairing sound, lying sideways on the grass, turning to look at the direction of the shot.

The ball disappointed him but thrilled countless Real Madrid fans.

"Chen Zhong takes the ball."

"Palop rushes out."

"A miraculous small-angle goal!"

"Scored!!!!"

"Goal in!"

"The 83rd minute of the match!"

"When everyone thought the game would end in a draw."

"Chen Zhong stepped up."

"Stepped up while the team fought with one man down."

"He started dribbling from midfield, with Marcelo’s cooperation, reaching Sevilla’s penalty area."

"Finally, after Negredo missed, he lured the goalkeeper out and scored with a small-angle shot to help the team lead!"

"It’s worth mentioning, this shot was with Chen Zhong’s weak foot, his left foot!"

"Clearly, the opposing goalkeeper didn’t expect Chen Zhong’s weak foot to deliver such a shot."

"1:0"

"Chen Zhong’s calm handling helped Real Madrid take the lead!"

On the sidelines, Mourinho was ecstatic, celebrating with fist-pumping while also making substitution adjustments.