I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

Chapter 427: Chapter 64: Chen’s Arc

The fans’ protests are not without reason, after all, Barcelona receiving favorable treatment in matches is almost an open secret, partly due to the league’s intention to promote ”passing and control” and to make the games more watchable.

It’s also a trend in recent years to protect talented players.

But over time, it inevitably causes dissatisfaction.

”A tactical foul by Villarreal.”

”Musacchio had no other choice.”

”If he let C. Ronaldo get past, it could very likely lead to a goal.”

”The timing of Musacchio’s foul was also very subtle.”

”If he was a bit later, it would have disrupted an excellent opportunity.”

”The main referee would likely have shown a red card directly.”

”Of course, a yellow card could have been shown for that decision, but it depends on the referee’s discretion.”

Cristiano Ronaldo glared at Musacchio, partly due to his desire for victory and partly because he was a young man without much composure.

At the same time, he felt a bit of a mood swing inside.

You must know, this was his first chance at ”a thread drawing a thousand-mile connection” with Chen Zhong!

”Are you taking this free kick?”

Chen Zhong walked over and looked at Cristiano Ronaldo. Cristiano Ronaldo avoided Chen Zhong’s gaze, not because he was shy, after all, he was a straight guy.

He knew Chen Zhong’s words meant wanting him to hand over the ball.

After all, in the evening, Chen Zhong also consulted him about the technique of free kicks, and now Chen Zhong had some free-kick ability.

”I’ve handled this position a lot.”

Cristiano Ronaldo covered his mouth, looking at Chen Zhong, appearing a bit uneasy, seeming to suggest that if Chen Zhong asked again, he might just hand it over.

Chen Zhong looked at the child-like C. Ronaldo, as if asking for candy, raised his eyebrows and said, ”You go ahead!”

He understood C. Ronaldo’s point, meaning that he was good at this position and wanted to shoot.

Negredo, seeing this scene from not far away, fixedly watched C. Ronaldo with a heavy expression, though he said nothing, he perhaps found C. Ronaldo a bit ”devious”!

After all, he remembered clearly that in training matches or other times, if others wanted to compete with him for a free kick, C. Ronaldo’s expression was like he wanted to devour the opponent!

Penny-pinching!

This was probably what it meant.

”Cristiano Ronaldo stood at the ball.”

”During his time at Manchester United, C. Ronaldo delivered many brilliant free kicks into goals.”

”In this position, he has quite a few offensive goals.”

This season, C. Ronaldo had yet to score from a free kick, and ever since Simão scored against Barcelona with a free kick, every now and then, he was goaded in the media, fueling C. Ronaldo’s competitive spirit.

He carefully measured the ground beneath his feet, stepping back step by step.

His eyes, steely yet somewhat fierce, reached deep into his gaze!

One step, two steps, three steps!

After the signature moves, C. Ronaldo ran up and kicked the ball.

It was a textbook knuckleball, or maybe a falling leaf, or perhaps a tomahawk-style free kick.

The soccer ball, like a tomahawk, sliced through the air and smashed into Villarreal’s net.

Such power left Diego Lopez helpless but to watch the ball fly in.

The entire stadium erupted with cheers, Real Madrid fans shouted out for C. Ronaldo’s spectacular free kick.

”Beautiful!”

”Beautiful!!!”

”A stunningly powerful free-kick into the goal!”

”Cristiano Ronaldo was the first to score for Real Madrid!”

”This is the 9th goal he’s scored in the league for Real Madrid this season.”

”After missing one or two months due to injury, achieving this result is already very impressive.”

”He ran to the corner flag, adding his own touch to Chen Zhong’s celebration move.”

”You can hear a shout, huh? SIU?”

After scoring, Cristiano Ronaldo ran to the corner flag, took a large leap, and with a superhero-like landing, exclaimed ”SIU” to express the joy in his heart.

This was his first time using such a celebration in a game, similar yet different from Chen Zhong’s celebration.

Pellegrini, seeing his team in the lead from the sidelines, also smiled. When the team was not leading, nothing was for sure.

There have been matches with twenty or thirty shots and not a single goal.

Now that the team had scored, it was Villarreal who needed to worry, and Real Madrid could comfortably sit back!

After conceding a goal, Villarreal wanted to quickly equalize, but their offensive core Rossi was not in form. Once he got the ball, he swiftly ”contributed” it to Chen Zhong.

Chen Zhong passed the ball to Granero on the flank, then quickly dashed forward.

The two teammates from the Castilla period reunited at Bernabeu Stadium in a youthful connection, and the ”Pirate” evoked much nostalgia among fans interested in youth training.

Again and again, their one-two combinations even gave many fans a Barcelona-like feeling, and with Negredo joining in, it further deepened this impression.

”Granero has the ball.”

”Passes to Negredo.”

”Negredo, without stopping, returns it to Chen Zhong.”

”Chen Zhong!”

”Oh no!”

The small triangle of Chen Zhong, Granero, and Negredo showed ’stability’, playing with Villarreal’s players as if they were training with the rondo contact drill.

When Negredo passed the ball to Chen Zhong, Villarreal players, unable to endure such humiliation anymore, directly tripped Chen Zhong to the ground.

”Yellow card!”

”An uncalm move!”

”Sena received a yellow card.”

Amidst boos from the entire stadium, Sena received a yellow card from the referee. The Villarreal midfielder walked up to Chen Zhong, covering his mouth and said, ”You’ve already won.”

”I know.”

”Could you not do this anymore?”

The match had only proceeded for less than 20 minutes, but some Villarreal players had already lost their fighting spirit, even wishing to end this painful match.

Most spectators also saw through the suspense of the game, with Real Madrid’s only concern being how many they could score against Villarreal.

Only Barcelona fans held unrealistic hopes, fantasizing that Villarreal could suddenly rise up and defeat Real Madrid.

Chen Zhong smiled at Sena without a response.

At this point, Cristiano Ronaldo picked up the ball, placed it on the spot, cleared obstacles for Chen Zhong earnestly, then walked over and said to Chen Zhong, ”You take it?”

”Sure!”

Chen Zhong agreed readily, feeling it would be frustrating to practice a free kick and not get a chance to use it in an official match.

Cristiano Ronaldo looked at Chen Zhong’s straightforwardness with some reluctance but ultimately suppressed his emotions.

Although he and Chen Zhong had a good relationship, with the two being great training partners and plenty to talk about in life.

He shared his experiences, and Chen Zhong would share interesting stories with him, even regarding some Chinese anecdotes, but...

Cristiano Ronaldo was still unsatisfied.

He wished he could be more ”important,” whether in the team or in Chen Zhong’s heart.

”This free kick will be taken by Chen Zhong!”

”It seems like this is Chen Zhong’s first time taking a free kick!”

”Yes, this is Chen Zhong’s first time taking a free kick in an official match.”

”Can we see the power of Chen’s Arc today?”