"Borja! What are you standing around for? Get on the field!" Queiroz snapped, slamming back into his seat in frustration.
It was always the same.
Every time Su Hang stepped onto the pitch, the match would spiral out of Queiroz's control.
And yet... every time Su Hang played, Real Madrid seemed to win.
No, no, no—it had to be coincidence. There's no way Su Hang had anything to do with scoring goals!
He was just lucky. That's all.
And with the team trailing, why bring on a midfielder instead of a forward? How were they supposed to score with this setup?
Now that they were probably going to lose, at least Su Hang could take the blame!
...
"Huh? Is Su Hang unhappy with Queiroz's substitution?"
"Oh! Is he asking specifically for Borja?"
"Looks like a heated exchange going on between them!"
"Borja's coming on—he didn't even get to warm up!"
"And Portillo, who was all set to enter, just got pulled back by the assistant coach… Oh, that's a crushing blow."
"Does Su Hang have some kind of magic? Was Borja subbed in just to pair up with Su Hang? Does he really have that much tactical influence? That doesn't seem right!"
"This is sure to stir up post-match controversy. Su's showing a lack of respect for the manager!"
Real Madrid fans were just as confused.
They started booing Queiroz.
Queiroz looked completely wronged.
It was your Siu who demanded a midfielder—go yell at him!
...
"Push forward! Keep pushing forward!"
"Guti, keep driving ahead!"
"Borja, stay aggressive with your runs!"
"David, if you see an opening, take it!"
"Cambiasso, focus on holding your line—don't chase! And don't dive in, you won't win it… Just stay on your man and keep the pressure on. Got it?"
Su Hang was barking orders across the pitch like a natural.
You'd never guess he was the youngest and least experienced player on the squad.
But nobody questioned him—he was the only one who had scored for Real Madrid so far.
That gave his voice weight.
...
86th minute.
Su Hang dropped deep to receive the ball.
Guti and Borja immediately surged forward.
Su Hang held off Cocu, spun smoothly, and sent a sharp through ball to Guti.
Reiziger got there first, sliding in to knock it out for a throw—denying a dangerous chance.
Guti gave Su Hang a thumbs-up. Great pass.
Su Hang moved to take the throw-in under pressure from Cocu again.
Guti threw it in to him.
Su Hang raised his leg and flicked the ball backward to Carlos.
Carlos sent it back to Bravo.
Bravo passed to Cambiasso.
Cambiasso to Beckham.
The ball moved around the back as Real Madrid looked to regroup.
...
"Here!"
Su Hang dropped again to receive.
Beckham sent it to him right away.
Su Hang was playing like a true midfielder.
Borja and Guti launched forward again.
Cocu trailed him.
Thud!
Su Hang met the ball with a perfect first-touch lob—lifting it right over Cocu into Borja's path.
Cocu was stunned.
Su Hang spun off him, gave him a small shove, and burst ahead.
"Here!" Su Hang shouted, guiding Borja.
Borja laid it off across the field.
Thud!
Su Hang accelerated, driving the ball into the penalty area.
Puyol, still marking Borja, couldn't cut him off in time.
Valdés, Barcelona's ever-aggressive keeper, was already off his line as the ball was played.
He wasn't giving Su Hang another chance.
Face to face now.
Su Hang had hit top speed to shake off Puyol.
At that velocity, there was no space for a traditional feint.
Valdés fully committed—he was going to smother it.
Unless Su Hang was Ronaldo—and could pull off a pendulum dribble—this opportunity was over.
Thud!
Su Hang stepped on the ball with his right foot, turned, dragged it with his left, and shifted his run from straight to diagonal.
An improvised but precise Marseille Turn—he glided past Valdés.
Zidane's eyes narrowed.
That was…
A Marseille Turn at full speed!
Brutally hard to pull off.
It wasn't a full spin—the ball was moving too fast, so Su Hang had to adjust mid-turn or risk losing control.
That's what made it look irregular—yet that's what made it so impressive.
Only one man had ever done it flawlessly—Zidane himself.
Thud!
Su Hang didn't even need to settle—he calmly slotted it home.
Ronaldo hadn't come.
But Zidane... hadn't really left either.
...
"GOAL!"
The Bernabéu erupted!
"2–2!"
"The equalizer! Su Hang brings Real Madrid level in the 87th minute!"
"Art! That was a work of art!"
"Was that really Su Hang? Or was it Zidane reborn?"
"A high-speed Marseille Turn! Su Hang completely left Valdés in the dust!"
"The finish into the empty net was effortless—he looked like he was out for a peaceful morning jog! Barcelona didn't lay a finger on him!"
"Cocu lost his man again!"
"Su Hang walked right through Puyol's world!"
"Valdés has been beaten by Su Hang twice today!"
"Another home game, another brace! Su Hang was made for this stadium!"
"He saved Real Madrid's pride! Maybe he didn't complete the comeback, but he stopped Barcelona from pulling away!"
"Borja with the assist—proving it was the right call to bring him in!"
"Portillo's passing doesn't come close. Borja Valero is called Real Madrid's Xavi for a reason!"
Sure, Portillo's dubbed the next Raúl, and maybe he's more hyped.
But... it was Borja who made the play.
...
"What? Su Hang ran into Barcelona's goal? Did he lose control?"
"No! He grabbed the ball and ran out! He's signaling his teammates—back to position! Restart immediately!"
"He wants to win! He wants to bury Barcelona! He won't let them leave with even a single point!"
Su Hang skipped the celebration—sprinting the ball back to midfield.
Barcelona's players were furious.
Puyol tried to block him, but Su Hang sidestepped with a quick hip shift.
No time for games—Zidane's moment card wouldn't last much longer.
Real Madrid had made their move. How could Barcelona afford to delay?
Madrid wanted to win.
Barcelona wanted it even more.
They had eleven men. Madrid only had ten.
Su Hang's hustle looked reckless...
But Barcelona wasn't taking any chances.
They made a quick sub—youngster Motta replaced the struggling center-back Oleguer.
Motta wasn't a defender. He was a midfielder.
Putting him in at center-back was just a front.
Barcelona was going all in.
They wanted the win too!
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