61st minute.
Roberto Carlos and an opposing player both went down in a tussle for the ball.
As another Albacete player came over to kick the ball away, his cleats scraped across Carlos' head.
Carlos wasn't injured, but it was a dangerous moment.
The hot-blooded Brazilian immediately got up and shoved the opposing player to the ground.
A new round of confrontation broke out between the two teams, with players pushing and shoving each other.
The Bernabéu was filled with boos. Albacete's players were visibly close to breaking down.
In the end, the referee showed yellow cards to both the player who kicked the ball away and Roberto Carlos.
After the clash, tensions escalated on both sides.
The match grew more intense—
And more fragmented.
76th minute.
As the world's top midfielder, Zidane was quick to sense the opponent entering another phase of fatigue.
It's well known that reckless pressing always leads to a period of exhaustion afterward.
But not many players are sharp enough to capitalize on that window.
Zidane spun out of a challenge in midfield with a Marseille turn and lofted a through ball to the onrushing Beckham.
Beckham sent a long pass across to Figo, who was stretching the play wide on the right.
Figo weaved past defenders with a series of dazzling dribbles.
But instead of whipping in a cross after reaching the byline, he opted for a cutback pass.
Ronaldo wasn't well-positioned in the box, and a cross might've gone to waste.
Bang!
Zidane made a clever one-touch pass off the wall, feeding Ronaldo, who had drifted outside the box.
Ronaldo dribbled sideways, trying to find space for a shot.
But after a clash with the opposing center-back, his final touch was too heavy.
The ball rolled straight into the path of Su Hang, who had stormed in from the left.
Bang!
Su Hang fired a rocket of a shot.
Chaos erupted in the box.
Everyone's attention had been on Ronaldo—
But in the end, it was Su Hang who fired the shot.
Even Albacete's goalkeeper didn't see it coming.
After all, that was Ronaldo's ball—how dare Su Hang go for it?
The shot wasn't at a tricky angle—
But it came too fast.
Albacete's goalkeeper was a step late and missed the save.
"GOAL! 4–0! The unstoppable Real Madrid is back!"
"This is the Galácticos!"
"Ronaldo returns the favor with an assist for Su Hang!"
"Even if it looked like a lucky break, Ronaldo's smile shows he's happy to let Su Hang take this one."
"Incredible! Real Madrid is just too strong! Su Hang is too strong!"
"All four of Real Madrid's goals have involved Su Hang! Two goals, two assists—he's completely dominated the game!"
"A player like this didn't even make the squad in the first three matches!"
"No wonder Simon was so furious. Anyone would be, knowing they've got a gem like Su Hang but can't play him to spare others' feelings."
"Only after three straight wins did Simon have the confidence to unleash Su Hang. It was a risky move, but he was right!"
"Real Madrid should show more respect to Simon! They don't need to search for another coach!"
Some commentators voiced their support for Simon.
After the goal, Simon made several substitutions.
He brought on Pavon for the underperforming Woodgate.
He subbed out Roberto Carlos—already on a yellow—for Solari.
He replaced Raúl with Owen, as Raúl had been relatively quiet.
Raúl didn't mind.
Su Hang and Ronaldo were both on fire today, so if someone had to come off up front, it had to be him. He was mentally prepared.
But Carlos was visibly displeased.
He felt Simon was targeting him.
In previous matches, unless he was injured, he rarely got subbed off.
When he played full-back, even a yellow card wasn't an issue. Now playing as a wide midfielder, it should matter even less.
Carlos suspected that Simon knew he'd supported Luxemburgo as coach.
He believed Simon was retaliating.
So Carlos completely cut ties with Simon—he didn't even give him a high-five when coming off.
A sharp-eyed reporter caught and documented the moment.
80th minute.
Albacete were awarded a free kick.
But their taker wasn't even close to Beckham's caliber—he blasted it into the stands.
88th minute.
Su Hang tracked back aggressively, pressuring the opponent into a poor first touch.
Solari dove in with a risky slide tackle and won the ball.
Owen, trailing the defender by three meters, burst forward and snatched the ball away.
One-on-one!
Owen didn't waste the chance.
A slight feint, then a low shot—goal!
5–0!
Real Madrid had secured an epic victory!
But that wasn't the final score.
Due to goals and scuffles, there were six minutes of added time.
91st minute.
Beckham and Owen teamed up to press, forcing the opponent into a throw-in deep in their own half.
Though they still had possession, the position was dangerous.
A poor throw-in and Real Madrid could pounce.
Playing it safe, Albacete tossed the ball deep into Real Madrid's half, trying to keep it far from their own goal.
But Samuel, under no pressure, sent a booming header straight back into Albacete's half.
Su Hang leapt up and flicked the ball on with his head.
Ronaldo chased it down and went for a long-range strike.
It deflected off an opponent's shin and bounced out wide.
Owen, lurking around the box, got to it.
A quick spin and a curling shot—
Goal!
"GOAL! Owen! England's golden boy lights up the Bernabéu!"
"Super-sub Owen scores twice in just 20 minutes!"
"6–0! This is Real Madrid's biggest win of the season!"
The players erupted in celebration.
Especially Owen.
He'd been stuck on the bench for a while—
But he believed he had what it took to start.
Today, he proved it.
He hoped the team would stick with three forwards.
That way, he'd likely edge out Raúl for a starting spot.
In a two-striker setup, he and Ronaldo didn't really click.
Owen needed a playmaker.
And Ronaldo? He wasn't the kind of player to take on that role.
So for Owen and Ronaldo to coexist, they needed someone like Su Hang or Morientes.
And based on the stats, Su Hang was the better fit.
Because Su Hang didn't hog the ball at all.
His touches, dribble distance, and shots per game were all laughably low.
Owen and Ronaldo loved teammates like that.
Su Hang limits his involvement to headers and physical duels—
Which is exactly what they want.
Look, it's already the 95th minute, and Su Hang is still contesting headers on the wing.
Su Hang: Zidane, stop passing to me! I can't jump anymore!
Ouch!
Upon landing, Su Hang's legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.
He had twisted his ankle.
The opponent regained possession.
Albacete launched one final counterattack.
A cross from the wing—
A header into the net.
1–6.
At least it gave them something to hide behind—
A fig leaf, if nothing else.