I Am Scouted by Real Madrid-Chapter 204 - 75: What the Hell Do You Mean?

"Calm down, keep calm."

"Robinho."

"Next time, you can pass it to me first."

Robinho still looked a bit aggrieved. Just now, this little guy ran the fastest, immediately wanting to join in the commotion.

"Okay, Chen."

Robinho glanced at Chen Zhong. Just now when he took the ball, he could have passed it to Chen Zhong, who could have threaded it through to Guti, but he got hot-headed and rushed it.

Generally speaking in a football match, unless you are very confident in your passing technique, you’d usually make an extra pass.

Simply put: back pass, through pass.

Pass to another teammate, give him space and angle, a powerful one-touch pass to pierce the defense, directly giving the ball from A to B. Against stronger teams, the pass line is easily read and intercepted.

Especially when Rome is "parking the bus", it’s even more difficult.

"Real Madrid’s interception."

"Totti was squeezed out by Chen Zhong."

"Through pass."

"Robinho controls the ball in the middle."

"Chen Zhong advances, Robinho makes a rabona pass."

"Robinho passed, Robinho fell."

"Chen Zhong takes it, passes to Baptista."

"Baptista and Chen Zhong play a one-two, Chen Zhong through pass."

"Soldado!"

"Shoot!"

Real Madrid’s dazzling midfield passing caught Rome off guard, the ball barely stayed at their feet.

After Soldado got the ball, he hesitated slightly, deciding to try a shot himself.

"Bang!"

The ball, like a sharp sword, pierced the heart of Rome.

Rome’s players in the penalty area posed in various ways trying to intercept.

Everyone craned their necks, waiting for a result.

However, goalkeeper Doni made a heroic save.

"What a pity!"

"Soldado’s shot."

"The timing, the power, and the angle were all excellent."

Soldado’s shot was also a wake-up call for Rome’s players; afterward, their defense against Real Madrid became even tighter.

Especially Chen Zhong...

Well...

To put it bluntly!

They almost pulled off Chen Zhong’s pants.

Constant pulling, stretching legs, embracing.

Especially Totti, the Wolf King.

He was like a mad wolf, always trying to snatch the ball from Chen Zhong’s feet.

Yet it had no effect, only leaving marks of the Wolf King on Chen Zhong’s jersey.

"Real Madrid’s attack."

"Chen Zhong shields the ball."

"Bearing Totti, throws it to Robinho."

"Robinho chest trap."

"Diagonal pass."

"Baptista takes a volley!"

The tall figure in the penalty area stood firm, Baptista stretched his body, and forcefully struck the ball.

"Bang!"

The ball, like a cannonball, smashed towards the goal.

Unfortunately, it hit the post and bounced out.

It’s now the 25th minute, and at this point, the situation on the field changed.

Real Madrid controlled the midfield, trying to use a threatening pass to penetrate Rome’s defense, while Rome resorted to more long shots, hoping to catch a lucky break.

Especially Totti.

He even twice volleyed before the ball landed.

The accuracy flew off to another planet.

"Hahaha."

"This is Rome’s radiance."

"Is this the Wolf King Totti?"

Seeing Totti’s performance in the first half, Real Madrid’s fans felt relieved. They saw Chen Zhong restrain Totti time and again and smiled in satisfaction.

Schuster on the sidelines also felt slightly relaxed.

"They seem a bit anxious."

"It does look that way," Francisco replied worriedly.

Just now, Rome attempted a frantic triple long shot from outside the penalty area.

The first two were blocked, and the last, Totti’s volley, was disrupted by Chen Zhong and blocked again.

By this point, Real Madrid had 9 shots on target, while Rome, despite having many attempts, hadn’t produced a single real threat.

"The first half is nearing its end."

"Huh?"

"Totti!"

"That’s unexpected!"

Totti finally gave up his entanglement with Chen Zhong. Picking a fight with Chen Zhong only drained his energy and achieved nothing, but giving up didn’t mean Chen Zhong would do the same.

During a Rome counterattack, they passed to Totti, but Chen Zhong positioned himself early, and Totti realized the danger but failed to secure the ball.

Totti!

Wolf King!

Rome’s Light!

As the first half was about to end!

He lost the ball!

Chen Zhong took the ball, threaded a pass to Robinho, the ball chased the already moving Robinho, and both the fans and the sideline coaches sensed the danger.

This time, De Rossi stepped up.

He slid in, bringing Robinho down.

The Santiago Bernabeu Stadium was instantly drowned in boos.

"Red card!"

"This damn well has to be a red card!"

Fans in the stands shouted passionately, hoping their calls would pressure the referee.

"The referee blew his whistle."

"He awarded a free kick near the box."