I Am Scouted by Real Madrid

He certainly doesn’t want his friend to send him a slide tackle later...

”Alonso will take this free kick.”

”This position is still a bit far from the goal.”

”Chen Zhong and C. Ronaldo are both in the big penalty area.”

”Valencia’s players seem a bit nervous.”

”Huh? There’s pushing and shoving in the penalty area.”

”Pepe seems to have had some dispute with the opposing player.”

Chen Zhong was the first to notice the flushed Pepe. He quickly separated him from the opposing player, but Pepe’s hand has already landed on the opponent, who in turn gave Pepe a hard push.

The referee blew the whistle again and decisively pulled out two yellow cards.

Chen Zhong raised his eyebrows, immediately sensing the leniency of today’s referee’s penalties.

Three or four minutes, three yellow cards.

”Two yellow cards.”

”Directly given.”

”Less than four minutes, and three yellow cards have been given.”

”Today’s referee is quite strict!”

”The teams need to be mindful of their actions next.”

”Free kick has been taken.”

”Alonso directly sent it towards the penalty area.”

”Chen Zhong has secured his position!”

After the minor dispute, the players turned their attention back to the match. Alonso sent the ball into Valencia’s big penalty area, and Valencia’s defenders were well aware of the ball’s landing spot, but standing there was none other than Chen Zhong.

Valencia’s goalkeeper, Guaita, hesitated for a moment before decisively choosing to abandon the goal and make a move.

He’s not Valdes, his height reaches 190, plus his own arms, unless Chen Zhong can fly, there’s no way to be taller than him.

With peripheral vision, Chen Zhong noticed Guaita’s intention. He spread his arms wide, trying to create a space for movement, then facing the ball, with an ”Ibrahimovic” style defense, he nudged the ball aside.

When people thought Chen Zhong was going to fight for a header, aiming for the goal, he instead used a flexible and imaginative move to pass the ball to Benzema, who was still in a daze on the side.

Rikam Benzema, the French genius, White Ronaldo, a typical example of Mourinho’s frustration, the yet-to-evolve Benzimeow.

This French striker has a very clear understanding of his role, always maintaining a humble demeanor in the locker room, looking like he was made for people with social phobia.

He obviously never imagined himself receiving a pass from Chen Zhong at this position.

Just moments ago, he even stopped to watch Chen Zhong’s performance with a spectator mindset.

But then, the ball came.

Nonetheless, Benzema’s talent is clearly evident. Despite being hurried, and feeling extremely awkward, he still managed to complete the shot.

From the stands, Valencia’s fans let out horrified sounds, the ups and downs of which were baffling.

Meanwhile, Real Madrid’s fans shifted from surprise to anger.

The goalkeeper abandoned the goal, Chen Zhong made a brilliant pass.

But Benzema, faced with an open goal, yet...

Did it fly?

For a moment, it wasn’t even clear if he was Valencia’s defender or Real Madrid’s striker.

Amid the uproar, Emery breathed a sigh of relief, and Mourinho, in contrast, thought of the naive smile of Balotelli. At that moment, he felt the two were incredibly similar.

”For the attacking player, this is absolutely unforgivable.”

”Chen Zhong’s pass was indeed quite unexpected.”

”But a professional player, if they are at that position, should be ready to shoot.”

”Benzema, this one really.”

”Is he sleepwalking?”

The commentator’s critique mirrored the sentiments of most fans, and Benzema’s missed open goal successfully stole the spotlight. In the next ten minutes, the fans discussed Chen Zhong’s brilliant pass and Benzema’s missed open goal the most.

”Valencia’s attack.”

”Joaquin has the ball.”

”Marcelo’s defense...”

”Easily slips past Marcelo.”

”Passing!”

”Mata!”

”Very clever positioning.”

”Direct shot!”

After Silva left Valencia, Mata became Valencia’s midfield core, absolutely crucial.

His time at Valencia, along with Soldado’s revival at Valencia, also gave Negredo cause to retreat amidst criticism.

To play for Real Madrid was indeed his dream, but when serving both sides resulted in ”suffering,” a peaceful break wasn’t out of the question.

As a center forward, Negredo also has a heart for attacking.

Mata’s shot, both in timing and angle, was exceptional.

But Casillas’ reaction was even quicker.

Using one hand, he tipped the ball out.

Mata looked at this scene regretfully, while Joaquin jogged towards the corner flag, claiming Valencia’s corner.

”Casillas has already made two saves in this match.”

”He seems to be in great form.”

”Valencia’s corner kick.”

Inside Real Madrid’s big penalty area, players from both teams were crowded, and Soldado looked at Real Madrid’s white uniforms, a flicker of nostalgia in his eyes.

Once upon a time, he too was a White Knight...

But...

Focusing his thoughts, looking at familiar and unfamiliar faces, Soldado searched for the best position within Real Madrid’s big penalty area.

He’s not a strong-bodied forward.

”Joaquin sends the ball out.”

”Soldado!”

”Volley shot!”

From the stand, Real Madrid’s fans let out a shout, and some who faintly remembered Soldado lamented repeatedly. This kid’s characteristics were still so distinct; he found an opportunity like threading a needle, then made a volley shot.

If it weren’t for defensive players’ interference causing the ball to fly high,

Valencia might have taken the lead.

In front of the goal, Casillas also broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked at Soldado, stepped up, patted his head, then pulled Soldado up from the ground.

After getting up, Soldado kept his head down and walked away, glancing at Benzema as he left.

If he had received that brilliant pass from Chen Zhong, he certainly wouldn’t have sent it flying like Benzema did.

What a waste.

Emery shook his head with a bit of regret at the sidelines. If Soldado’s physique were stronger, maintaining his balance in that position would have been possible.

Then maybe this shot could at least be within the goal’s frame.

Mourinho also raised an eyebrow. Soldado’s attacking instinct is good, but he’s looking for forwards like Negredo, Benzema, Morata, or even Lukaku.

Players with speed, strength, and some footwork skills.

Speaking of Lukaku, Mourinho thought of that buzz-cut, dark-skinned young man; he always reminded him of Didier Drogba but with a different ”comic relief.”

In the future, the buzz-cut beer-gutted winger Lukaku gave Mourinho a thumbs-up.

Valencia’s offensive was quite fierce recently, and Chen Zhong waved for the ball, while slightly retreating to help the team get the ball and stabilize the pace.

Valencia was clearly unwilling to watch Real Madrid leisurely. They pressed forward, trying to force Real Madrid into a mistake.

However, Chen Zhong’s ability to shield and protect the ball left Valencia at a loss, even Mata began attempting to see if he could break the ball, running towards his friend, trying to mimic Messi’s back attack in the national derby.

”Real Madrid maintains ball control.”

”Chen Zhong shields the ball.”

”Mata.”

”Ends up with his bottom on the ground...”

”Really merciless!”

”Keeps controlling the ball.”

”Chen Zhong, shielding the ball.”

”Short pass, redo, control.”

”Movement, movement.”

”Nice!”

”Chen Zhong, this forward pass!”

”Kaka!”