"How dare he do that!"

"I think his career is just about over."

"He doesn't deserve to dance the bullfighting dance, he's not Spanish!"

The Valencia fans in the stands kept murmuring angrily. When Villa danced the bullfight dance, they laughed happily one by one, but when Chen Zhong led the Real Madrid players to tie the score and danced the bullfight dance as well.

These Valencia fans were somewhat broken.

Even some rather extreme ones leaned half of their body out towards Chen Zhong to spit and then threw all sorts of debris downwards.

The first half of the match ended with both teams reaching a 1-1 draw.

The halftime break quickly passed, and Schuster asked Real Madrid to strengthen their attack in the second half.

He would not allow himself to lose at the Bernabeu, nor would he allow Koman, by continuously defeating Barcelona and Real Madrid, to reverse his negative public opinion.

Koman seemed to have grasped Schuster's mentality, and Valencia started to contract defensively in the second half. Among them, Hildebrand's remarkable saves were the most surprising.

This German goalkeeper had been suffering from media doubts before this match, but thanks to his miraculous saves in this game.

Win or lose.

He would receive media praise after the match, completely changing his previously dire situation.

"Real Madrid's offense."

"Continuous cooperation in the front field."

"Guti advances from the back row, Baptista retreats."

"It seems Schuster realized that Guti is more suited to attacking in the front field."

Baptista's defensive ability had been proven at Arsenal, and although it was somewhat poor, it was still better than Guti in the first half; after all, Baptista had the physique there.

And if he's in the backfield, the team at least has a high point, a transit station.

Schuster wanted Baptista to do Chen Zhong's previous work.

Guti pushed forward his position and felt like he had removed a burden, controlling the ball at his feet and deliberately enticing two Valencia players to approach.

The white ribbons tightened against his blonde hair, and he skillfully passed through two Valencia players with his footwork.

"Guti!"

"Continuous dribbling."

"This is a bit unexpected for Valencia."

"Still dribbling?"

"No, he's not!"

"Through pass."

"Chen Zhong receives the ball with his back!"

Guti had already disrupted Valencia's backfield, his gaze fell on Chen Zhong and passed the ball to him before the Valencia players surrounded him.

Chen Zhong stopped the ball with his right foot while holding off Madro's collision.

Valencia players did not rashly steal the ball.

They remembered the cooperation between Chen Zhong and his teammates in the first half clearly, so how could they suffer the same loss in the same place?

"Forced to turn."

"Shielding the ball!"

"Continue to walk inside."

"Still not guarding?"

Apparently, Valencia did not expect that Chen Zhong would not seek teamwork this time but directly carried the ball forward. Albiol instantly stuck to his side, Madro also rushed over.

As Chen Zhong passed the ball back to Guti with one foot, he squeezed into Valencia's penalty area, while Guti had no intention of stopping the ball and sent a one-touch through pass.

Albiol wanted to side block the ball, but Chen Zhong firmly held his position and squeezed past him.

"Very smart handling."

"Chen Zhong squeezed out a path."

"Perfect wall pass teamwork!"

"One-on-one!"

On the sidelines, Koman watched this scene with his eyes almost popping out.

He knew very well how strong his defense was, even Barcelona might not gain any advantage, even Henry would struggle to pull Valencia's defense as chaotically as Chen Zhong did.

But no matter how reluctant he was to believe it, he had to face this reality.

This 16-year-old kid had forcefully squeezed out a path.

Now all of his hopes could only rest on Hildebrand.

In this match, Hildebrand's performance was even perfectly surpassing Casillas; his high saves at the goal thwarting Real Madrid's attacks time and again.

"He won't miss this chance!"

"He has plenty of time to shoot!"

"Shoot!"

Facing Hildebrand, Chen Zhong raised his foot.

Hildebrand made a save move, but soon stopped.

"Fake shot!"

"Again!"

"Shot!"

Time seemed to stagnate around Chen Zhong, and he was aware of everything around him.

He lifted his foot and used a fake shot to deceive Hildebrand's balance.

Then...

"Bang!"

The ball, like a bullet, pierced through Hildebrand's fingers and struck the heart of Valencia.

At this instant, the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium seemed like a volcanic eruption, causing the entire stadium to tremble!

"Goal goal goal goal goal goal goal goal goal!"

"Chen Zhong!"

"He is terrifyingly calm!"

"Facing Hildebrand, who performed excellently in this match."

"He pierced through the opponents' gate again!"

"Two goals, young and accomplished, an absolute genius!"

"He calmly used a fake shot to deceive Hildebrand's balance at the goal, and then with a clean and neat shot, helped the team change the score to 2:1."

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