I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 226: Chapter 86: Crushing Blow (Mourinho Appears)

And now!

Chen!

He’s made himself complete again!

Valencia’s attack is very decisive, and Real Madrid, missing Chen Zhong from their defensive system, has become somewhat more ruthless.

”Oh!”

”Villa has been brought down outside the box!”

”Another free kick.”

”The referee still hasn’t pulled out a card.”

”In such a crucial match, it’s very challenging for the referee’s skills.”

”If the referee’s skills aren’t adequate, it’s very likely the match will lose control.”

”Making the game fragmented.”

This time, Valencia did not make a quick free kick.

Because there’s no point.

Real Madrid has long been prepared.

Villa stands in front of the free kick, this distance can be a direct hit on the goal.

Inside Real Madrid’s penalty area, heads are bobbing, Chen Zhong is also back in the box on defense, while Robinho is near the center circle, waiting for a chance to counterattack.

Villa takes a deep breath, this star with a face similar to Huluwa’s, makes a gesture to shoot directly.

However, in reality, the ball falls directly toward the near post.

Aris Mendy rushes to the near post first, but Chen Zhong intervenes.

Casillas originally intended to dive sideways, but he witnessed Chen Zhong’s action, reassessed the ball’s trajectory, so he remained stationary.

And Aris Mendy, who finally got rid of Chen Zhong, couldn’t reach the ball at this time.

He could only watch as the ball grazed the goal post and went out of the baseline.

”This is the feeling!”

”God! With Chen in the box, I feel incredibly secure.”

”He’s always able to appear in the most appropriate position when he’s most needed.”

The fans in the stands gathered together praising Chen Zhong’s performance, while among them, a man with a defiant gaze, hair gray interspersed, is sitting there scrutinizing Chen Zhong on the pitch.

His name is Jose Mario dos Santos Mourinho Felix.

Known as: ”Mourinho,” nicknamed ”The Special One,” referred to himself as: ”The Special One.”

Ever since leading Porto to victory, Mourinho became one of the most renowned coaches in the world, arrogant and rebellious, helping Chelsea win 2 Premier League titles, 1 FA Cup, 2 League Cups, and 1 Community Shield during his three years there.

Unfortunately, Chelsea couldn’t be Mourinho’s Chelsea.

Due to disputes with the owner behind the scenes, he left the team.

”Chen?”

A hint of nostalgia gleamed in Mourinho’s eyes, Chen Zhong’s performance reminded him of Drogba, the ”Magic Beast” at Chelsea.

And what’s amusing is, he originally came to inspect this ”Makelele.”

”Just a kid, after all.”

”If it were Didier.”

Mourinho’s words trailed off, he came to Spain because Rijkaard’s managerial position was becoming unstable, and he would come to Camp Nou as the ”Savior,” the ”Championship Coach” to become the new coach of Barcelona.

That was his long-held wish.

And this wish is about to be fulfilled.

At least that’s how Mourinho thinks.

After all, among the current idle coaches, he has both the strength and the qualifications, sentimentally, he was once a Barcelona man too.

Who else is qualified to compete with him?

Could it be promoting someone from the youth team?

Youth team?

Thinking of this, Mourinho’s lips couldn’t help but curl slightly.

After becoming Barcelona’s head coach, perhaps he could let Guardiola come to the first team to help.

Back then, when Mourinho was at Barcelona, he often discussed tactics with Guardiola, they were pretty good friends.

Yes, friends.

”Real Madrid’s attack.”

”Baptista’s through ball.”

”Chen Zhong gets the ball with his back.”

”Rather like a king of the small box.”

”Lateral pass.”

”Robinho!”

”Gets past the opponent’s player.”

”One-on-one!”

”Wait.”

”The referee blows the whistle.”

”Offside, this ball is judged offside.”

Robinho holds his head in some frustration, he gestures toward Chen Zhong, he feels he started too fast.

But Chen Zhong knows clearly that it’s not Robinho’s starting speed, but due to continuous confrontations with Valencia’s defensive players, his movements slowed down.

”Whew~”

Chen Zhong exhaled a long breath.

In Valencia’s backfield, he feels like he’s stuck in quicksand, constantly struggling against gravity, the match has been going for only 18 minutes, but he feels like he’s played for half an hour.

Large beads of sweat fall from his forehead, Chen Zhong wipes his forehead, wants to run into position, find some space.

However, Schuster’s request is clear.

It’s to have Chen Zhong be a nail, pegged in Valencia’s backfield.

Chen Zhong needs to maintain a center position, acting as that lighthouse in the storm.

This continuous consumption is a huge test for Chen Zhong.

”Real Madrid ball control.”

”Diara returns the ball to Guti.”

”Guti, Guti, Guti!”

This is a normal ball control, after intercepting the ball, Diara didn’t dribble forward himself but returned it to Guti, who stands still waiting for the ball, unaware of Aris Mendy rapidly closing in from behind.

Aris Mendy overtakes from behind Guti, intercepts the ball ahead of Guti.

In an instant, the entire stadium’s exclamations echoed in unison.

Aris Mendy drives the ball forward, Real Madrid players rapidly close in, Valencia fans loudly cheer him on while Real Madrid fans try to distract Aris Mendy with boos.

Aris Mendy drives the ball all the way to the outside of the big penalty box’s right side, facing Cannavaro who rushes from the side, chooses to whip a shot directly with his left foot, attempting to lob into the goal.

The ball draws an arc, overcomes the ten-finger defense of Casillas.

Then fiercely crashes against the crossbar bouncing out.

”Real Madrid escaped a scare.”

”Guti waiting for the ball on the spot almost caused a disaster.”

”This is also the epitome of this match.”

”Valencia has created great pressure for Real Madrid’s midfield.”

Casillas sighed in relief, his gaze toward Guti was imbued with complex messages.

In this match, with Guti positioned as the defensive midfielder, attempting to emulate Milan by placing the attacking midfielder deeper, is it really the right choice?

Schuster hopes for Guti’s surgical knife-like through passes from the midfield, but can’t see even their shadow, and what’s worse, nearly got scored on due to a blunder!

”Real Madrid ball control.”

”Guti passes the ball to the flank.”

”Ramos advances on the right.”

”Lob pass!”

”Chen Zhong’s return.”

”This is Real Madrid’s most effective offensive tactic in the first half.”

Chen Zhong leaps high, sends the ball to Sneijder on the side.

After landing, he strides heavily diagonally into Valencia’s defense line.

Sneijder controls the ball, estimates Chen Zhong’s speed, waits for a moment, then kicks a lob pass to the back of Valencia.

Albiol had long noticed this, but Chen Zhong has preemptively locked his position, he tries to shove Chen Zhong, but finds he can’t budge him.

At most, Chen Zhong staggers.

But despite staggering.

Chen Zhong stubbornly remains upright.

Valencia fans hiss, while Real Madrid fans rise expectantly, looking towards Chen Zhong.

”Too strong!”

”Balance is too good.”

”Almost carrying Albiol on his back.”

”Unmovable, completely unmovable.”

”Big penalty box!”

”Shoot!”

Chen Zhong clenches his teeth, dragging half-hanging Albiol, charges into the big penalty box.

His speed isn’t fast, but every step is firm.

He eyes the goal, even slightly leans back, preventing Albiol from poking the ball away, then raises his leg, shoots!

”Boom!”