I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 149: Chapter 49: You... You’re Bullying Us! (Mega Chapter)

”Continuous volley passes.”

”Real Madrid is taking advantage of their size.”

”Baptista passes the ball to Chen Zhong.”

”Chen Zhong charges into the penalty area.”

Yaya Toure sticks close to Chen Zhong, but he can’t take the ball from Chen Zhong’s feet. Valdes abandons his goal to attack, coordinating with Max on the side, forming a three-man trap against Chen Zhong.

The noise at Camp Nou boils over, Schuster clenches his fists watching the scene tensely.

”Excellent opportunity!”

”Facing a three-man trap.”

”Chen Zhong kicks.”

Chen Zhong forcefully bumps Yaya Toure to the side, while dealing with Max’s interception, he pushes to the side.

Baptista jostles Milito to his back, using his physical advantage, he nudges the ball into the goal with most of it wide open.

”Beep!!!”

The referee’s whistle sounds, signaling the first goal of the match.

Camp Nou, after a brief silence, erupts like a volcano.

”The ball’s in!”

”The ball’s in!!!”

”0:1”

”Chen Zhong, against a three-man trap.”

”Calmly passes the ball to Baptista.”

”Facing an almost open goal, Baptista coolly slots it in, giving Real Madrid the lead.”

”My God! Is he really just 16 years old?”

”There’s no wrong name, only the wrong nickname.”

”No wonder he’s called the Monster, Chen Zhong.”

”His mind is terrifyingly calm, his body terrifyingly strong, his vision terrifyingly wide.”

”Whether it’s defense, organization, or attack, he contributes powerfully to the team.”

”At least eighty percent of the credit for this goal goes to Chen Zhong.”

”He attracted almost everyone’s attention.”

”In Spain, in Barcelona, at Camp Nou.”

”This new darling at Bernabeu, China’s pride, delivered a genius assist that words cannot describe, showing others that soccer can be played this way.”

The commentator’s emotions are high, even the online fans can’t control their excitement.

[Holy crap, even if he missed, I’d understand; he passed.]

[He truly is a cold-blooded man without feelings, to make that pass.]

[Is there anything he can’t do? Defense, offense, organization — this kind of player comes from our country.]

[He’s just bullying Barcelona’s relatively short backline; I really want to ask if he did it on purpose or not.]

[He intentionally did it unintentionally...]

On the field, Barcelona’s players are somewhat stunned, while Baptista immediately gives Chen Zhong a bear hug.

”You saw me!”

”I knew you could see me!”

”Chen, playing with you is truly fantastic.”

”We are the best combination, the best.” Baptista rambles a bit, this season has been magical for him, from never getting the chance to play to now.

It’s been a major turnaround in his life.

On the sidelines, Schuster, after seeing the goal, is punching the air repeatedly; for both teams, scoring means almost gaining control and opening the road to victory.

”This kid!”

”This kid is freaking amazing!” Schuster’s face is flushed; can he lead Real Madrid to their first victory at Camp Nou in 4-5 years?

In contrast to Schuster’s excitement, the Black Swan Rijkaard’s mood is not as beautiful.

His gaze turns to Ronaldinho, in this match he put everything on Ronaldinho.

If the recent goal was not Real Madrid’s but Barcelona’s, if it was Ronaldinho who scored instead of Baptista, he wouldn’t be an ”inept gambler” but a ”magical coach.” His strategy of betting on Ronaldinho and counterattack tactics would be shown as a classic for countless future generations to study.

But now, everything has turned bad.

Playing counterattack, the worst fear is conceding a goal first.

Should he change?

Rijkaard hesitates a bit.