That way, if he commits a foul, maybe the referee will turn a blind eye?
What's this called?
This is called management!
Love needs management—don't matches need management too?
Ronaldo and Thuram both left the field at the same time.
The situation became even worse for Real Madrid.
Because now… they didn't even have a proper striker!
What?
Su Hang?
Isn't Su Hang a defensive midfielder?
He's been operating in midfield all game!
The players from both sides returned to their positions.
The camera swept over the players who had just been involved in the scuffle.
On Juventus' side, most of them were putting on a front.
Even Ibrahimovic, usually known for his arrogance, had a trace of unease in his eyes when he looked at Su Hang.
He figured that even with his karate black belt, he wouldn't be able to take Su Hang in a fight.
This guy…
What?
He's Chinese?
That explains it.
Ibrahimovic, with his odd and exaggerated notions about Chinese culture, thought: long history, everyone knows kung fu, and pandas plowing the fields.
It only made Su Hang seem even more intimidating in his eyes.
Compared to the shaken Juventus players, Su Hang looked completely at ease.
After all, if that earlier clash really counted as a fight… he had won!
At home, losing a fight meant the hospital; winning meant jail. Abroad? Winning meant long live and cheers!.
...
The 115th minute.
The aging Figo used the very last drop of fuel in his tank to burst through the middle with the ball.
It was the "Vertical Burst" he had learned under Su Hang's guidance!
The breakthrough was brilliant.
Emerson had no choice but to foul him, earning a yellow card.
The 117th minute.
Juventus launched an attack.
Zambrotta charged down the left wing and whipped in a cross.
Ibrahimovic, tall as he was, showed an agility that defied his frame.
And after more than 100 minutes of play, he still had the energy to sprint—a shock to everyone.
Bang!
Ibrahimovic soared into the air and, with a crushing header over Samuel, sent the ball toward goal.
The next instant, the net rippled.
The Stadio delle Alpi erupted!
"GOAL! It's in!"
"My God! It's really in! Ibra! Our great Ibra!"
"Ibra takes a small step, but it's a huge step for Juventus!"
"Juventus' new prince, with a last-minute strike in extra time, has killed off Real Madrid!"
"Tonight's match ends 2–0, making it 2–1 on aggregate! Juventus are just five minutes away from the Champions League quarterfinals!"
"That's Juventus! That's Serie A football!"
After scoring, Ibrahimovic raised his hands high, embracing the cheers from all directions like a king.
At that moment, he towered above the Real Madrid players!
That was the shock the great Ibrahimovic had just delivered to Real Madrid!
"It's over! Real Madrid's Champions League run will likely end in the Round of 16."
"They can't break through Juventus' defense."
"Oh, and the Juventus fans are mocking Real Madrid now!"
"Let's hear what they're chanting… 'Here is the Stadio delle Alpi?'"
"Yes! This is the Stadio delle Alpi! This is Juventus' fortress!"
The camera panned to the Real Madrid players.
Everyone looked crushed.
Conceding at this moment was as good as losing the match.
They all knew it.
"Hey! Back to your positions! Defend! Hold the line!" Su Hang's voice cut through their despair.
"We still have time!"
"Don't forget—we are Real Madrid!"
"Keep your heads up! We can win, do you hear me? We can win!"
Su Hang charged at his teammates one by one, dragging them back into their defensive half.
Finally, he sprinted to the referee.
"Are you going to let them celebrate until the final whistle, sir? They've already wasted too much time!"
"I'm sure every fan here wants the game restarted right away!"
"And I expect you to add all the time they wasted into stoppage time. Be fair!"
The referee glared at Su Hang.
But he was right.
So the referee stepped in, breaking up Juventus' wild celebrations and pushing them back into position to restart play.
After all, the match wasn't over yet.
Su Hang's actions drew a chorus of boos from the Stadio delle Alpi.
To them, the Crown Prince of Madrid was just dreaming.
But on the bench, Zidane's eyes lit up.
"He's done it. He's a true captain."
Beckham asked, "He just looked at you—did you say something to him?"
Zidane glanced around. "When I came off, I told him—remember, this is the Stadio delle Alpi."
"This is the Stadio delle Alpi?" Raúl frowned, then suddenly understood. "You mean…"
Exactly!
Su Hang, standing at the center circle ready for kickoff, also had a gleam in his eyes.
This is the Stadio delle Alpi!
That's what Zidane wanted him to realize.
The first part of that message was: don't panic.
Together, it meant… this is their home ground, so our goals are away goals.
With the scores level, away goals carry more weight than home goals.
Juventus had none.
So with the aggregate at 1–1, if Juventus scored once and Real Madrid scored once, it would still be Real Madrid advancing.
Juventus would need to outscore Madrid.
That meant… Su Hang had time.
As long as he got one goal, Juventus would need two more to knock them out.
And right now, Juventus had only scored once.
Su Hang, who had been silent all through extra time, had finally reached his hunting moment.
Among all the players left on the pitch, he had the best stamina.
Combined with his constant reading of the game…
He knew—the time had come!
...
The 120th minute.
Figo played the ball across to the retreating Su Hang.
Su Hang received it and instantly threaded a through ball.
Guti came bursting past him, perfectly in sync.
The two showed great understanding.
Zambrotta rushed back, colliding with Guti at high speed and bringing him down.
Real Madrid won a free kick from a slightly long range.
All of Juventus had dropped back.
They only needed to hold on for two more minutes of stoppage time to advance.
Bang!
Figo floated the free kick into the box.
Looking for Su Hang!
And Su Hang didn't disappoint.
Despite being double-marked, he leapt high and got his head to the ball.
A clean header on target!
But Buffon, in superb form and perfectly positioned, blocked it with his body.
Cannavaro then cleared it out of the penalty area.
Zambrotta picked up the ball and launched a counterattack.
"Oh no! Juventus on the counter!"
"Real Madrid might concede again!"
"Zambrotta's pace is incredible—but because they were all back defending that free kick, there's no one ahead of him."
"Trezeguet is sprinting! He's getting in front of Zambrotta!"
"Gravesen looks lost—he doesn't know whether to close down Zambrotta on the ball or track Trezeguet off it."
"Trezeguet has found space! What a chance… Zambrotta plays the through ball!"
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