"Baptista!"

"Without stopping the ball!"

"From outside the penalty area, a direct volley!"

Chen Zhong's header flicked the ball, ripping a small gap in Valencia's defense. Baptista, charging from the back, saw the pathway opened by Valencia's players and knew that hesitation leads to defeat.

His body was fully stretched, and his powerful thigh struck the ball solidly.

Baptista felt this shot was his masterpiece.

It's there, absolutely there!

He looked towards the goal with great anticipation, but the German goalkeeper Hildebrand, often criticized by the media, was exactly where he needed to be.

He made a decisive dive and managed to tip the ball with his fingertips.

The ball changed direction, hitting the post and bouncing out.

"There's still a chance!"

"Chen Zhong!"

"Attempts a follow-up shot!"

Chen Zhong was never one to stand still and watch the ball. Even before he landed, he was already moving towards the goal, intent on going for the follow-up shot.

He easily shook off Madro.

But when he passed Albiol, he was detected by the opponent.

They both charged towards the ball, entangled with each other. Chen Zhong lifted his foot to attempt a shot, but Albiol managed to poke the ball out of bounds with his toe.

"Albiol!"

"A very bold clearance indeed."

"A slight mishap could have sent the ball into his own goal."

"This excellent Spanish player has shone brightly since transitioning from midfield to defense."

"Even Real Madrid once considered signing this outstanding center-back."

"Of course, there was also Hildebrand's world-class save."

"Facing a shot that was perfect in timing, angle, and power."

"Hildebrand repaid the coach's trust with a world-class save."

Valencia's fans finally breathed a sigh of relief, loudly cheering for their players.

Meanwhile, Real Madrid's fans were equally defiant, each fanbase repeatedly clashing on the stands.

"Real Madrid's corner kick."

"Sneijder is at the corner flag."

"Valencia's penalty area is filled with tall players."

"Compared to Valencia, Real Madrid's only high points are Chen Zhong, Pepe, and Baptista."

Chen Zhong was sandwiched in the penalty area, with multiple hands harassing him.

Various small tricks emerged one after another amidst the high-intensity interference. Yet, Chen Zhong ignored the trash talk and sweat, fighting off those "sinful" little hands.

While staying focused on Sneijder, waiting for the signal from him.

"The ball is kicked."

"Towards the near post."

"Chen Zhong!"

In the penalty area, Chen Zhong first moved towards the far post, then pushed through to run towards the near post.

Sneijder's corner was kicked, and both Albiol and Chen Zhong jumped almost simultaneously, but ultimately Chen Zhong slightly gained the upper hand and headed the ball.

However, Hildebrand's positioning was excellent, and the ball returned directly into its "nest" like a homing swallow.

Chen Zhong clenched his fist, taking a deep look at Hildebrand. After being placed in the center forward position, he felt like his entire body was chained.

This discomfort he never felt when he was in midfield.

He was like a target set by Schuster on the field, like a "stirrer," disrupting Valencia's meticulously tight defense.

"Is this Chen?"

David Silva said to Mata as he passed by, not expecting a response because the team was about to counterattack, and he needed to get to his position.

He just needed to say it to feel less stifled inside.

Real Madrid's genius, the future crown prince, the monster Chen Zhong.

At 16, to be able to perform like this under coach Koman's targeted arrangements was truly astonishing to him.

What was he doing at 16?

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't achieve what Chen Zhong did then.

Oh my god!

That was Madro and Albiol.

The robust Madro seemed like a "child" in front of Chen Zhong, and though Albiol could compete with Chen Zhong, he was clearly at a slight disadvantage in physical confrontation.

Is this guy made entirely of muscle?

Koman's expression was somewhat heavy; he had waited for this game for a long time. The last humiliation must be washed away this time, and he had been wary of Real Madrid's middle penetration.

If according to the original plan, Real Madrid's forward was Raul, then the muscle jungle he prepared meticulously for Raul would have made him lose his way.

But Schuster's brilliant move to let Chen Zhong serve as the team's forward filled the team's lack of high points, suddenly exposing flaws in Valencia's defense.

Fortunately, though, continuous defense from two burly men will gradually deplete Chen Zhong's physical strength.

He can seize this opportunity now, but what if the match reaches the 60th or 70th minute?

That will be the real test!

Schuster stood on the sidelines, with a hint of joy on his face.

This season, some said he relied on Guti, Chen Zhong, and Sneijder, but no one said he relied on Van Nistelrooy.

In fact, in Schuster's tactical system, the combination of height and speed was his most perfect offensive setup, and Van Nistelrooy's injury absence directly crippled half of Schuster's tactics.

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