Chapter 337: Chapter 25: Slam Dunk After Slam Dunk!

Everything Real Madrid showcased in the match left the fans spellbound.

It wasn’t just Barcelona’s “soporific” ball control, but also Arsenal’s exquisite passing combinations.

Ball control emphasizes controlling the ball and mastering the game, while passing combinations focus more on breaking down defenses through quick passing and incisive runs, creating attacking opportunities.

In the stands, Real Madrid’s fans cheerfully sang songs, and with a 3-goal lead, they watched the rest of the match with a relaxed attitude.

Meanwhile, Milan’s fans were intently watching every move on the pitch.

Perhaps in interviews, they’d say they’re expecting Chen Zhong to complete a hat trick, but right now, they might even want to see Milan make a desperate counterattack.

“Minute 40 of the match.”

“Milan’s rapid counterattack, Guti’s forward pass after receiving the ball.”

“Ronaldinho!”

“Left side in front of the penalty area, attempts to cut inside.”

“Pepe!”

Ronaldinho is ultimately not the nimble sprite he once was.

In front of “civilized” players, he can still dance with his innate talent, but against a player like Pepe, who opens his eyes just to play hard, he appears a bit sluggish.

He only managed to stick out his backside, lift his hands like little wings, and watched helplessly as Pepe slide-tackled the ball away from under his feet.

After Ramos got the ball, he flicked it towards the center, and Chen Zhong used his excellent physical advantage to hold his position, then headed the ball sideways to Kaka.

Kaka’s ability to escape from tight spaces was incredibly strong.

Even though his old teammates were extremely cautious, they still appeared powerless against his absolute starting speed!

“Kaka!”

“A long rush starting from the defense!”

“His speed is incredible!”

The white wave was trying to drown the red and black penalty area, Real Madrid’s fans on the stands loudly calling out Kaka’s name, while Milan’s fans watched Kaka with complex expressions.

Negredo and Higuain’s runs attracted the attention of Milan’s defenders.

Kaka made a sudden stop, finding the right moment to thread the ball into the gap between Milan’s defense and midfield.

Ambrosini was the first to block Chen Zhong’s shooting route, but Chen Zhong didn’t care and flicked the ball forward at the edge of the penalty area.

“Kaka’s cross.”

“Chen Zhong.”

“A quick lob shot directly in front of the penalty area, a chip?”

“Didn’t test the goalkeeper.”

“Oh dear…”

“Chen Zhong is having a blast in this match too.”

“He’s even trying these kinds of shots.”

The commentator chuckled and shook his head as laughter echoed through the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium stands.

Ambrosini looked at Chen Zhong with wide eyes, then walked over and punched Chen Zhong’s shoulder forcefully: “You punk, do you really think we’re easy? Just keep shooting, huh?”

“Hahaha.” Chen Zhong didn’t know what to say, he was indeed a bit carried away, and now facing his old teammate’s questioning, he could only respond with a silly grin.

The main referee watched closely, seemingly hesitant about whether to warn or card Ambrosini, but seeing the two in good spirits during their conversation, he ultimately dismissed the thought.

The time left in the first half was running out, and during this period Real Madrid had entered “celebration mode,” with Negredo, Higuain, Kaka, and even Marcelo taking a shot at goal.

Meanwhile, Chen Zhong diligently played the role of distributor, delivering numerous second or third passes to his friends.

During halftime, Pellegrini explained tactics thoroughly on the whiteboard and made adjustments for the second half.

Marcelo, sitting next to Chen Zhong, whispered, “Chen, why didn’t he mention you this time?”

Chen Zhong rolled his eyes at the playful Marcelo, then patted his thigh, signaling him to “pay attention” in class.

After listening to Pellegrini’s instructions and discussing how to respond if Milan decided to change formations or strategies, Chen Zhong was the first in the locker room to express his approval.

In the locker room, everyone shouted motivational slogans together, and then filed out to return to the pitch.

In the second half, neither team made substitutions at the start.

Leonardo evidently made tactical adjustments during halftime, yet these adjustments seemed ineffective against the dynamic Real Madrid.

After all, Real Madrid’s offensive play wasn’t rigid and template-like; rather, it seeped into their formation like water.

There was nothing formless for them to specifically target.

Yet there’s also a direct solution: strike at Real Madrid’s core, Chen Zhong.

Milan had previously endured the pain of Pirlo being targeted, but Chen Zhong is not Pirlo; although only seventeen, he never backs down from physical confrontations.

“Milan’s counterattack!”

“Granero’s through ball.”

“Negredo, low shot from the left side of the penalty area.”

“Dida’s state is incredibly heroic.”

Negredo frustratedly ruffled his hair, then looked over at Chen Zhong, who gave a thumbs up to acknowledge Negredo’s highly skilled shot.

“What’s going on?” Leonardo paced anxiously on the sidelines: “Don’t they want Chen to score the third?”

Pellegrini noticed the scene, unable to suppress a slight smile at the corners of his mouth.

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