Chapter 211: Chapter 78: Chen’s Defining Moment! (Part 2)

After reassuring the referee amiably, Moises turned his head towards Chen Zhong and pretended to be friendly as he walked forward and said, “Kid, this is just the beginning. You better behave yourself in this match, I’m keeping an eye on you!”

Chen Zhong looked at Moises with some surprise, as if asking, do you know what you’re saying? Uncle!

After speaking, Moises still thought he was quite cool. This “uncle” who is nearly 12 years older than Chen Zhong swaggered away as if he thought his intimidation had worked.

“Chen, what did he say to you?” Marcelo was the first to come up and console Chen Zhong, while Guti also expressed his concern with his eyes.

“Nothing much.”

“It’s just kind of funny.”

Chen Zhong was somewhat speechless and simultaneously looked at Moises with a fiercer gaze. Had he really not been able to tackle anyone?

It was truly disgusting!

On the football field, dribbling past players doesn’t have any flashy names, like “Rainbow Dribble” or anything like that. Players on the field don’t practice dribbling moves like Rainbow Dribble; dribbling is just dribbling, flicking is just flicking, and carrying the ball is just carrying the ball.

Dribbling on the football field is all about instinctive reactions. Just now, Chen Zhong was impressed with his own move, savoring it, when Moises interrupted.

“Guti is standing in front of the ball to take this free kick.”

“A free kick from this position seems to require more teamwork.”

“A direct shot on goal is very unlikely.”

Players from Espanyol and Real Madrid mixed together, waiting for Guti’s free kick. Guti’s blonde hair fluttered in the breeze. He wiped the sweat from his cheeks, squinting his eyes slightly as if assessing something.

Chen Zhong and Baptista, like two towering figures among Espanyol players, stood out prominently.

“Are you really only 16 this year?”

“You look just like my son.”

“I’m really afraid of accidentally breaking your leg, so you better behave yourself, good kid.”

Moises chattered incessantly next to Chen Zhong, while nearby was his teammate Sabaleta, Pablo Javier Sabaleta Hidalgo, an Argentine who has been pursued by many clubs this season for his excellent performances, especially Manchester City from the Premier League.

Moises felt a bit jealous about this.

In his career, even a team like Manchester City would be reaching too high for him.

Sabaleta gestured to Moises, indicating he was ready.

Espanyol has carefully researched Real Madrid, even down to every free kick and corner kick goal by Real Madrid.

Sabaleta’s explosive power allows him to play the role of a firefighter, rushing in for the first and second points.

Next to him, Moises kept chattering, even reaching out to grope Chen Zhong’s body, while Chen Zhong didn’t respond at all, just focused on looking at Guti, waiting for Guti’s signal.

Chen Zhong’s disregard made Moises feel a bit like a clown.

Guti made a signal, and Chen Zhong’s eyes sharpened, knowing that Guti wanted to lob one into the penalty area. He discreetly observed all around, noticing that the goalkeeper’s position was indeed quite far back.

There is only one Neuer in the world.

Except for a “madman” like Neuer, most goalkeepers are more conservative.

The ball left Guti’s foot, a standard Wolf Arc appeared again at the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium. After “Beckham’s Arc” left, the “Wolf Arc” became their favorite.

“Guti!”

“Takes the free kick.”

“The ball is lobbed towards the penalty area!”

The hearts of both teams’ players were moved by this ball, everyone turning sideways and rushing forward.

Chen Zhong was no exception. With a burst of speed, he directly caused Moises to lose balance and fall to the ground.

“What a monster!”

Before falling, Moises tried to grasp something but ended up grasping nothing. He could only turn his gaze towards Sabaleta, trusting his teammate.

Sabaleta, at a height of 176CM, surely can intercept Chen Zhong head-on.

Sabaleta: So you’re saying a 176CM, just over 70 kilos me, should take on a monster on the field, a giant tank, 190CM Chen Zhong, right?

The height of the ball was just right, soaring over the crowd, suspended in the air.

In Chen Zhong’s eyes, Sabaleta wasn’t even there. He knew clearly that Guti intended this ball for him.

He powered his legs, leaping high, diving for the header.

Sabaleta, positioned sideways, watched as Chen Zhong covered his sky faster than a “superman” with his impressive performance this season that even had him competing for the best full-back honor in the Premier League.

A big question mark formed in his mind.

This is something I can “handle”?

“Chen Zhong!”

“Jumps up!”

“Diving header!”

The ball and Chen Zhong had complete contact. Cameni, realizing the danger, counterattacked, but it was too late.

If it had been Neuer in goal at that moment, there would still be hope to deflect the ball.

But it was only Cameni in goal.

“Boom!”

The ball shot like a cannonball straight into the goal.

Cameni could only watch as the ball blasted into the net.

1:0

The Merengue fans in the stands finally found an outlet for their pent-up emotion. Scoring in such a manner—knocking aside defense players in the penalty area, leaping high, directly heading the ball into the net in front of the goalkeeper—immediately thrilled their hearts!

Chen Zhong!

Scoring for Real Madrid!

“Beautiful!”

“A truly beautiful diving header.”

“No one could stop him.”

“He broke through all the defensive players in front of him.”

“Like a heavy tank, rampaging in the opponent’s penalty area.”

“Poor Sabaleta, he was completely overpowered.”

“He was right beneath Chen Zhong, watching helplessly as a violent header broke through their goal!”

“1:0”

“Real Madrid takes the lead.”

“Espanyol’s hope for a season double victory seems to be dashed!”

On the sidelines, Schuster was excited after seeing the goal. He had just received a message that, unexpectedly, Barcelona fell behind in another match.

If!

If they can defeat Espanyol in this match!

That would mean the team will open an 8-point gap with Barcelona, meaning as long as Real Madrid keeps on track in the upcoming games, Barcelona can only compete for second place!

“Go compete for your damn second place!”

“We’re the champions!”

“I said it at the start of the season!”

Schuster’s blonde hair flowed in the wind, the only flaw being Francisco dodging his lethal chain strikes.

Ever since he patted Francisco once, he fell in love with Francisco’s solid flesh, only to find that ever since, this proud, muscular guy with a whole block of abs hasn’t let him pat him again.

On the field, after the goal, Chen Zhong passed Sabaleta by, and while passing Moises, who had been taunting him the entire match, he laughed out loud.

This laughter made Moises feel somewhat defeated.

He looked at Chen Zhong, surrounded by Higuain, Marcelo, and all the other players.

He watched Chen Zhong leap up and display his number and name while hearing “CHEN” echo around the stadium.

His mind suddenly couldn’t hold.

On one hand, angry at the provocation from this little brat, on the other, slightly envious of the young boy who had gained such affection on the field.

The bittersweet feeling was truly…

Painful.

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