I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 229: Chapter 88: Monster (Recommended)

Santiago Bernabeu Stadium

The sound of whistles and boos echoed throughout the stadium, while Villa ran towards the corner flag, embraced by his teammates, raising his hands slightly and starting to dance the Spanish bullfight dance.

This action made Real Madrid fans furious. At the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium, our home ground, he actually danced the bullfight dance after scoring?

How is this different from pointing at someone’s nose and cursing their mother?

You haven’t won yet!

Meanwhile, Valencia fans burst into laughter. In the first half of the season, Real Madrid scored 5 goals at their home ground, which made many fans feel indebted to Real Madrid.

Now?

At the Bernabeu, at their home ground, Villa scored a goal and then danced the traditional Spanish ”bullfight dance” with his teammates, filling their hearts with joy.

”He’s celebrated long enough!”

”Can he continue?”

Schuster complained in front of the fourth official, while Koman had a smile on his face, even nodding slightly while listening to the whistles, curses, and boos inside the stadium.

If they can end the first half with this score, they can play more comfortably in the second half.

”Get excited, concentrate!”

The captain’s armband in this match was worn by Guti, who waved his fist and shouted loudly; his slightly reddened cheeks showed his anger.

On the pitch, Mata occasionally glanced at Villa, and as David Silva passed by, he hugged Mata and smiled: ”Stop looking, you know his nature, that’s just how he is.”

Villa was never someone who feared trouble; his personality was fiery and full of individuality.

Dancing the bullfight dance at the Bernabeu may be surprising, but once you see it’s Villa, it’s understandable.

After losing 5 goals to Real Madrid last time, Villa even privately said, ”Someday, I’ll be an assassin, a stadium assassin who specializes in killing Real Madrid.”

”Real Madrid’s attack.”

”In a situation where they’re trailing.”

”They launched a fierce offensive.”

”Baptista fought for the ball.”

”Moving right.”

”Cross.”

”Chen Zhong.”

”No stop ball, a direct lift.”

”Robinho!”

”Diving header!”

Baptista didn’t just shoot from a distance this time.

Trailing at home made Real Madrid more patient in ball control when attacking. Baptista, having been at Arsenal, learned some things under Wenger’s influence.

He dribbled to the right, opened up space, and aimed the ball at Chen Zhong’s head for a pass.

The ball’s accuracy was excellent. Chen Zhong blocked the position first amidst the double team, stopped the ball with his chest, and then lifted it sharply.

Robinho quickly moved sideways, then flew out and dived for the header.

The ball shot like a cannonball towards the goal.

Hildebrand reacted extremely quickly, using his right hand to push the ball out.

”A magical save!”

”Hildebrand!”

”There’s still a chance!”

”Chen Zhong, second drop point!”

After flicking the ball to Robinho, Chen Zhong quickly rushed to the goal seeking a chance for a follow-up shot, only Albiol barely following him.

The two collided, and this time Chen Zhong completely occupied the position advantage, facing the goalkeeper, flicking with the outer foot, attempting to curl the ball towards a wider angle.

The ball traced an arc.

Schuster on the sidelines was ready to celebrate, but Hildebrand in this match seemed to be on drugs.

He moved like a nimble cat.

As soon as Chen Zhong’s outer foot began to curl an arc, Hildebrand intercepted the ball and held it firmly in his arms.

”Hildebrand!”

”He’s delivered top-notch performance today.”

”No matter what Real Madrid tries, they can’t breach his goal!”

”He’s already made 5-6 spectacular saves!”

After completing the save, Hildebrand looked at the nearby Chen Zhong and ran up to try and touch Chen Zhong’s head.

Chen Zhong dodged directly, without further entanglement.

”Why are you dodging?” Madro said not far from Chen Zhong, ”This is encouragement from an elder to a junior, you’re an impolite guy.”

Madro witnessed the scene just now and deliberately taunted Chen Zhong, trying to disturb his thoughts a bit.

Chen Zhong didn’t respond to Madro’s words but instead threw out another topic: ”Instead of wasting time with nonsense, think about how you can pin me down.”

When someone taunts you, you shouldn’t follow their lead but instead throw out a new idea. Chen Zhong enjoyed teasing those ”genius” players in the youth team to make them compete with him.

Since entering the ”adult” world, he’s used these tricks less but hasn’t forgotten how.

”Ha~” Madro glared at Chen Zhong. Chen Zhong’s words were ordinary, but coupled with his age and expression, they made Madro feel uncomfortable inside.

”Valencia’s counterattack!”

”Extremely swift!”

”Mata.”

”Attempt to score from the edge of the penalty area.”

”Cannavaro, a beautiful block.”

”Casillas directly launched a high kick.”

”Looking for Chen Zhong.”

The ball crossed most of the pitch, and Chen Zhong directly knocked the previously trash-talking Madro to the ground. Madro grabbed Chen Zhong’s jersey, but after being dragged a few meters, he couldn’t hold on and let go.