I Am Scouted by Real Madrid-Chapter 193 - 70: Chen’s Champions League Iconic Moment
Even Francisco on the sidelines stopped speaking.
Robben, hands on his hips, looked at Van Nistelrooy, glanced at him several times, and then looked at Chen Zhong.
If not for Chen Zhong needing to guard against Roma’s counterattack and fight for the second point without entering the penalty area, he absolutely wouldn’t have considered passing the ball to Van Nistelrooy.
It’s so damn frustrating.
Is this still the "King of the Small Box"?
In the following minutes, Robben’s excellent personal performance helped the team create several more chances, but Raul and Van Nistelrooy both failed to capitalize, which also led to the Real Madrid players’ emotions becoming increasingly anxious.
"It’s Robben again!"
"Ah!"
"Even Chen Zhong couldn’t help but enter the penalty area."
"That heel pass of his was quite beautiful."
"But Baptista’s long-range shot missed directly."
"The match has reached the 76th minute."
"Robben seems to be running out of stamina."
"Real Madrid has used two substitution slots."
"Diara replaces Baptista."
"Sneijder replaces Robben."
"It seems Real Madrid wants to strengthen the team’s organization and attack."
Sneijder and Diara’s appearance somewhat liberated Guti. Before they came on, perhaps due to studying Guti’s "mechanism," they would prevent Chen Zhong from passing well-cleaned balls to Guti for him to breakthrough their defenses.
In the second half, they executed this aspect quite well.
But after Sneijder and Diara came on, the situation improved on this front.
Especially with Diara’s appearance, known as the "budget Makelele," to some extent, freed up Chen Zhong, allowing him to appear more in the penalty area.
To break dense defenses, it’s either long shots, set pieces, individual breakthroughs, or a "battering ram" directly smashing through.
And Schuster wanted to tackle multiple aspects in the following period.
"Real Madrid’s attack."
"Chen Zhong gets the ball, passes it to Guti."
"Guti returns to Chen Zhong."
"Passes to Raul."
"Knocks it back."
"Chen Zhong distributes to Sneijder again."
"Sneijder on the right flank."
"Moving inside."
"Breakthrough."
"Penalty area!"
"Low pass!"
"Van Nistelrooy!!!!!!"
Chen Zhong’s forward movement brought immediate effect to the team. Although Roma’s defense was rough, dirty, and fierce, Chen Zhong always managed to protect the ball in one confrontation after another and then cleanly deliver it out.
Sneijder seized the gap and dashed into the penalty area.
At this moment, multiple points from Real Madrid quickly surged forward.
Sneijder delivered a low pass to the front of the penalty area, and Van Nistelrooy pounced at the goal.
"Bang!"
The ball resounded off the goalpost and bounced out!
"Van Nistelrooy!" Schuster’s eyes were about to pop out; he was ready to punch the air in celebration, but Van Nistelrooy sent this crucial shot to the goalpost!?
Van Nistelrooy was also in disbelief, looking a bit bewildered.
Troubled recently by stomach, thigh, and ankle issues, Van Nistelrooy even began to doubt his life at this moment.
Is this me?
This damn thing is me?
"Get back on defense!"
"Stay focused!"
"The match isn’t over yet!"
Chen Zhong shouted loudly on the field, pulling his somewhat frustrated, angry, and confused teammates back to reality with his call.
"Roma narrowly escaped a disaster."
"Van Nistelrooy shouldn’t have missed this opportunity!"
"He wanted to score too much."
"He aimed too much for the angle."
"The force was also a bit too much."
"If he were a bit younger or had fewer injuries, rested more games this season."
"Perhaps the result would have been different just now."
Under the commentators’ sighs of regret, the match time slowly ticked away.
Van Nistelrooy, as time passed, slowly withdrew from the central position, started moving back to receive the ball more, and even had a good left-side cross.
Unfortunately, none of this changed the score on the field.
"It’s over!"
"This match looks like it’s ended already!"
"Roma played so disgustingly, completely turtled defense."
"They’re even starting to pass the ball back and forth!"
Fans chattered passionately, Roma supporters already began celebrating in the stands, and Spalletti even took the time to interact with the fans repeatedly, while Real Madrid’s fans cursed and expressed disdain for Roma’s behavior in this match.
"Wait until we return home!"
"When we get to the Bernabeu, we’ll definitely give you a warm welcome!"
"Serie A football is just so dull, not a bit of firepower or fighting spirit."
"Is this really Roma? It’s really hilarious! Ha-ha, garbage, disgusting, dirty."
...
Everyone seemed to have accepted this result, even the commentator, watching the match drag into the countdown, said, "Time is running out."
"Even if Roma wins this match, their qualifying situation is still precarious."
"At the Bernabeu, Schuster is bound to have a big gift for Spalletti."
"The head referee is looking at his watch."
"This will be Real Madrid’s last chance to attack."
Chen Zhong intercepts, Guti with the ball.
The white headband tightened around his blonde hair, Guti had the ball at his feet, and he didn’t easily pass the ball.
If it were a threatless pass or intercepted by Roma players, the referee would undoubtedly blow the whistle to end the game.
Chen Zhong turned his head to look at Guti. At that moment, it seemed Guti was also looking at him, just like the first time the two clashed, except back then they were opponents, but now they are teammates.
Suddenly, Chen Zhong started to run forward, and Guti deftly nudged the ball to the side, the ball slightly moved, and with a chipped pass, sent the ball arcing towards the goal.
The Wolf Arc appeared over the Olympic Stadium.
"This is the last attacking opportunity."
"Guti with the ball."
"Directly passes it inside."
"Chen Zhong’s sudden insertion."
"It disrupted Roma’s setup."
"Oh!"
"Look at this ball!"
Roma’s players didn’t have time to jump; they couldn’t pull or stop Chen Zhong, the nearest player could only try to use his foot to clear the ball.
His toe touched the ball.
The ball made a slight directional change and rose again.
This disrupted Chen Zhong’s original plan; he turned sideways, his mind racing, and a bold idea popped into his head.
Turn sideways, spin, swing the leg, and volley!
"Bang!"
The jumping goalkeeper raised his hands, Roma’s players, Real Madrid’s players, fans in the stands, and those watching the game all stared dumbfounded at Chen Zhong’s performance in the penalty area.
"It’s a goal!"
"It’s a goal!"
"Beautiful, beautiful!"
"GOAL!"
"To turn the tide, an overhead scissor-kick!"
"He let the victory slip through Roma’s fingers and scored a crucial away goal for Real Madrid."
"This can definitely compete for the best goal of the round of 16."
"16-year-old Chen Zhong, with a sudden forward run!"
"In the last moments of the match, changed the score!!!!"
"2:2"
"2:2!"
The entire Olympic Stadium erupted.
The Roma fans in the stands contorted their faces, waving their arms, loudly cursing and hissing at Chen Zhong.
Some even threw debris, wishing they could slam this pesky Chinese player to death.
However, Chen Zhong didn’t care at all; he ran to the corner flag, leaped high, displaying his number and name, surrounded by his teammates, raising his right hand high and shouting, "Hala Madrid."
A journalist captured the moment, creating yet another iconic scene in Chen Zhong’s career.
At the Roma bench, Spalletti watched this unfold, his face full of disappointment and disbelief.
"This is impossible."
"How could he?"
"Scoring at this time."
"Damn, what kind of monster is he?"
