The Real Madrid fans in the stands erupted into cheers—louder and wilder than when they celebrated the first-half goal.
"Oh! Su Hang is warming up! Barring any surprises, he's coming on!"
"The team may be ahead, but I don't think there's a single Real Madrid fan who doesn't want to see Su Hang on the pitch!"
"Su Hang's presence has lit up the whole stadium!"
"Whether Real Madrid can win big today, and whether Su Hang can score, will be crucial for the rest of the season!"
"Because this is Real Madrid's answer to Barcelona!"
In the 63rd minute, Real Madrid won a corner.
Simon waved Su Hang onto the field.
As Ronaldo stepped off, the team doctors rushed over for further checks and to apply ice to his leg.
He had taken a light knock, so he wasn't upset about being substituted.
While the doctors were still wrapping him up, Simon offered a few words of praise.
But suddenly, the Bernabéu roared.
Ronaldo, Simon, and the others looked up.
Real Madrid's players were packed into Levante's six-yard box, celebrating wildly.
The big screen replayed the moment.
Su Hang had sprinted straight into the penalty area right after coming on.
With the referee's whistle, Beckham whipped in the corner.
It had a wicked curve, causing chaos in the box, yet its landing point was perfect.
In the six-yard box, Real Madrid's No. 24 soared into the air.
His "Aerial Dominance" kicked in.
Su Hang smashed a thunderous header—
The ball rocketed into the net.
"GOAL! Su Hang!"
"Less than a minute after coming on, he's already scored!"
"That was lightning-fast!"
"If Su Hang had played in the last match, would Barcelona still be so arrogant?"
"Su would've torn Camp Nou to rubble!"
"Damn Barcelona—come face Su if you dare! Fuck!"
The Real Madrid fans were beside themselves, hurling curses in pure excitement.
The Levante players looked like the most innocent people in the world—
They were being thrashed as if they were Barcelona themselves.
What had they done to deserve this?
That header from Su was ridiculously strong!
"GOAL!" Little Mbappé leapt up in celebration.
Su had scored!
He really scored!
He'd kept his word!
But soon, the kid who never got along with him frowned, as if noticing something.
"Su didn't celebrate! He didn't dedicate the goal to you!"
"Kylian, you're lying!"
"Oh, liar, liar! Mbappé is a liar!"
Mbappé was once again everyone's target.
"I'm not lying! There were too many people—Su was swarmed by teammates right after scoring, so of course he couldn't celebrate!" he argued, giving the most plausible excuse he could find.
After all, Su Hang had made him a promise.
No way Su had forgotten.
He's not that kind of person!
On the broadcast, after the celebration, Su Hang looked like he'd forgotten something.
"Su!" Zidane called, breaking his thoughts, and gave him a thumbs-up. "Well done!"
Su Hang smiled and nodded.
In the 65th minute, Su Hang played on the shoulder of the last defender while Morientes moved centrally to help Zidane escape the press.
Zidane slid in a through ball.
Raúl made an off-ball cut into the box but dragged his shot wide.
On the sidelines, Simon made another change—
Owen replaced Morientes.
Both Morientes and Su Hang acted as target men, so there was no need to keep them both on.
Morientes might have been the better passer, but Su Hang had just come on—so Morientes made way.
Raúl looked relieved; he definitely didn't want to be the one subbed for Owen.
In the 74th minute, Roberto Carlos sent in a cross from the flank.
Su Hang leapt high at the near post, glancing the ball on—completely bossing the aerial game.
Unfortunately, Owen, still cold from the bench, scuffed his sliding shot into the stands as if clearing the ball.
In the 78th minute, Beckham went down injured after a challenge.
Guti replaced him, and Real Madrid had used all three substitutions.
By the 81st minute, Guti was already giving Levante's midfield a completely different problem.
Beckham, as a holding midfielder, preferred safe, wide passes.
Guti was aggressive, threading passes straight through the middle.
Risky if intercepted—but deadly if successful.
And it worked: from the center circle, Guti unleashed a through ball like a dagger through the heart of the defense, slicing Levante wide open.
El Maestro Guti—magic through ball!
"Zidane's in the ball's path—he could lay it off to Owen or Raúl, both cutting inside!"
"Zidane… lets it run! He didn't take the ball!"
"Su Hang! Su Hang bursts forward to meet it!"
"Look out! Levante's No. 2 is already in position. This center-back has been brilliant today, breaking up so many Real Madrid chances."
"Without him, Real might have scored two or three more already!"
The defender's positioning was perfect—
Just one step behind where Su Hang would receive it.
If he tried to dribble, the defender would steal it.
If he shot first-time, most angles were blocked.
He'd already stopped Raúl and Figo earlier.
Zidane saw it and began to retreat—
He figured Su would lose the ball.
Bang!
Just as Su was about to touch it, he lunged forward and flicked it with his heel.
Face-to-face with the defender, both knew exactly what was coming.
Bang!
Su nudged the ball to the right and exploded into a sprint.
The defender reached out—
Didn't even get a fingertip on his shirt!
Too fast!
Is Su Hang really that quick?
Is this Ronaldo… or Owen?
Su Hang grinned—he guessed right.
It was Ronaldo's Heel Flick Direction Change + Owen's Wind Chaser effect!
"Too fast! Su Hang's past Levante's last defender in one move!"
"One-on-one!"
"The keeper's charging out!"
"He dives!"
"Su Hang… rolls the ball in a circle, shifting from still to fast, then fast to slow—his rhythm is unreal! He's tricked the keeper into committing!"
"What control! The ball is completely under his command!"
"Chip shot!"
"Su Hang lifts it over with ease after the keeper goes down—"
"The ball floats into the net like a drifting butterfly!"
"GOAL! Su Hang! Eighteen minutes on the pitch and he's got a brace!"
"His efficiency is terrifying!"
Even Su Hang hadn't expected it to be this smooth—
All thanks to the Wind Chaser effect.
Not every heel flick triggers it—it's pure chance.
But today, the heavens were smiling on him.
Su Hang sprinted to the corner flag, twirling his finger, then leaping high into the air.
At that moment, all 80,000 Bernabéu fans joined the godlike Su Hang in one roaring celebration:
"Siuuuuuu!"