What the hell…
Whoosh!
Su Hang sprinted past Xavi.
Xavi tried to grab him once or twice but couldn't hold him back.
Su Hang's speed was far greater than he had imagined.
And on top of that, Su Hang was stronger. Without the ball, Xavi had no way of stopping him.
"My God! Su Hang is like a tank! He just bulldozed Xavi! A double victory in both strength and speed!"
"Now only Ronaldinho can keep up with Su Hang—he's coming!"
Ronaldinho's explosiveness was unquestionable—absolutely world-class.
Starting from deeper on the pitch, Ronaldinho quickly caught up to Su Hang and went in for the challenge.
But Su Hang suddenly pulled off a Heel Flick Direction Change.
Ronaldinho never expected Su Hang, with his awkward and shaky dribbling, to pull off such a technical move.
Ronaldinho's dribbling was second to none. But when it came to defense, both his attitude and ability left much to be desired.
So when Su Hang changed direction and accelerated again, Ronaldinho, who had been shaken off, didn't immediately slow, turn, and burst back into pursuit.
That kind of reaction put too much strain on the body. And the more explosive the player, the more careful they had to be.
Ronaldinho usually unleashed his talent only in attack.
On defense, he preferred to play safe—slow down first, then turn, then chase again.
That hesitation allowed Puyol, chasing hard, to overtake Ronaldinho and become the closest man to Su Hang.
Su Hang pushed forward, dribbling shakily.
His control was poor.
He could only knock the ball further ahead to reduce touches.
This encouraged Valdés to rush out early.
If it had been Messi on a breakaway—touching the ball constantly—Valdés would never have dared to come out so soon.
Because Messi could chip at any moment or adjust for a shot.
Each touch was a chance to adjust, a chance to strike.
The more touches, the more chances to find a gap.
But Su Hang, who only touched the ball three or four times over dozens of meters… left enough of a window for the keeper to come out and disrupt him.
Just as Valdés closed in, Su Hang suddenly raised his foot as if to shoot.
Valdés dropped instantly, exhaling in relief.
At this distance, with his blocking angle, Su Hang's technique, and his shooting accuracy… the ball would either hit him or go wide.
Valdés was confident of that…
Bang!
A horizontal touch!
Dummy shot and break!
Su Hang could even pull this off?
Bang!
Valdés dived desperately at the ball.
But Su Hang's dummy was clumsy, and Valdés managed to smother it.
Su Hang: What can I do? My skills are what they are. Just managing a change of direction while dribbling is hard enough! Even Ronaldo wouldn't have done much better!
But here was the problem—although Valdés had knocked the ball to the right, Su Hang, despite stumbling, didn't fall.
Instead, he scrambled back up, arms and legs pumping, chasing the ball.
If he reached it, it would be an open goal.
So clumsy as the dummy was—nothing like Messi's seamless deception—
the intent had succeeded. He was past the keeper.
No one could stop Su Hang.
No one!
Bang!
Su Hang caught the ball and raised his foot to shoot.
But before he could connect, a massive force crashed in from behind.
It struck his ankle, pressed down, and drove his foot into the ball.
On screen, it looked like Su Hang had been chopped down like a tree!
"Damn it! It's Puyol!"
"Ohhh! Puyol chased all the way back and slid in from behind to stop the shot!"
"Su Hang was even launched into the air! I swear, Puyol had no intention of pulling out!"
"He even used a scissor tackle! You could argue he just wanted to reach the ball, but… a scissor tackle is far too dangerous!"
"The ball is still rolling toward Barcelona's goal! Valdés is back up, chasing it!"
"Su Hang's foot did touch the ball, but without power."
"More like Puyol kicked Su Hang's foot, which then knocked the ball!"
"The ball crosses the goal line! Valdés can't reach it!"
"If Puyol had put in just a little less force, Valdés might have recovered it!"
"Puyol—hurting both himself and his team!"
"Ahhh!"
A scream tore through the broadcast.
He Wei was stunned.
Puyol wasn't human!
Su Hang must be badly injured!
Why else would he scream like that?
His voice had even changed!
It didn't sound like Su Hang at all!
Wait.
Could it be… because the one screaming wasn't Su Hang?
The camera cut to the replay.
Su Hang had been about to shoot when Puyol slid in from behind.
Puyol's left foot struck Su Hang's supporting leg.
His right foot smashed into Su Hang's right ankle, a two-footed strike to stop him finishing.
Then, after hitting Su Hang, that strike turned into a scissor tackle, sending him flying.
But the problem was… as Su Hang flew backward, Puyol was right beneath him.
So…
Even though Puyol reached out to brace, Su Hang's weight was too much.
And…
While Su Hang was in midair, he realized someone had pulled a dirty move.
His personality was simple.
Modest, gentle, passionate, low-key.
But if someone tried to show off or push him around, he could be just as bold.
Who doesn't know how to fight back?
Su Hang had never shied away from humiliating others.
And if anyone tried to bully him, his first instinct was always to strike back.
Repay kindness with kindness.
Repay hatred with hatred.
So Su Hang instinctively raised his left elbow—
and drove it down with all his strength!
Whoever it was, didn't matter!
"Beep! Beep beep beep!"
The referee blew furiously.
First, he signaled the goal was valid.
Then he urgently waved the medical team onto the pitch.
He was sure someone was hurt.
That tackle was too fast, too heavy—did Su Hang just break his leg?
And this wasn't even the first dangerous challenge from Puyol today.
Ronaldo had already been taken out by him.
This guy… filthy to the core.
Of course, for Barcelona, they called it "iron-blooded."
In He Wei's commentary room, while fans slammed Puyol's reckless tackle from behind, some Barça supporters defended him:
"If it's a foul, he'll get a card. Why insult him like that?"
"Su Hang's been sliding in all game too! Puyol was just paying him back!"
"Su Hang's performance today showed no sportsmanship at all—he's disgracing us! He's making us all look bad!"
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