"If he's really that fragile, then don't play football!"
"Puyol just did what any center-back should do. I love a captain with that kind of iron will!"
Hearing this nonsense, He Wei was so furious he could hardly speak.
This kind of thinking, this kind of logic—it was absurd.
When it was revealed that Su Hang was Siu, you complained that he wasn't even one of us, so why should we be excited?
When Su Hang plays tough, sliding in with a fierce tackle, you call him reckless and violent, saying he damages the game's image.
But when Puyol goes in with a flying tackle, suddenly he's an example of iron-blooded leadership?
Are the standards really this flexible?
What next—tie Su Hang's hands and feet and tell him to play against Puyol?
But before He Wei could even respond, the situation on the pitch suddenly escalated.
At first, Real Madrid players rushed over to confront Puyol.
Naturally, Valdés and the Barcelona players stepped in to block them.
Once again, a mass confrontation broke out on the field.
Meanwhile, the moment the goal went in, Real Madrid fans erupted with thunderous cheers.
But before the celebration even faded, the fight broke out, and the noise doubled as they poured abuse on the Barcelona players.
The decibel level inside the stadium easily passed 130!
The deafening roar was enough to make a weaker person faint on the spot!
Yet the confrontation ended abruptly.
Because…
On the turf, Su Hang sat slightly curled up, clutching his right ankle.
He wasn't rolling around theatrically, but his expression made it clear—this wasn't good.
You could see the fury blazing in Su Hang's eyes.
But when the camera cut to Puyol beside him, everyone froze.
Pfft!
Flat on his back, Puyol suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Real blood!
It trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
This…
Even the cameraman was stunned, his hand trembling on the controls.
And then—Puyol's right hand was bent at an impossible angle.
No normal person could twist it like that.
Unless… it was broken.
What on earth happened? It looked like Puyol had been hit by a truck.
"Team doctor! Team doctor!"
Messi was the first to notice, leaping up, his face pale, and waving frantically toward the sideline—he had to jump to be seen, blocked by the taller players around him.
At first, Barcelona thought the referee had called the doctors for a Real Madrid player, so when the ref signaled for medical staff, they didn't react.
But now… it was obvious Puyol was injured too!
The medical team rushed in with a stretcher and froze at the sight.
"Oh my God!"
"This…"
"Puyol's right arm is clearly fractured!"
"Let's check the replay… After Puyol slid in on Su Hang, he was crushed when Su Hang fell on top of him."
"Su Hang extended his elbow, probably trying to brace himself—a natural reflex when falling. But that's dangerous. Many people fracture their arms that way."
"Honestly, I'd say he was lucky. Because if it hadn't been his arm absorbing the impact, it might have been the back of his head hitting the ground directly."
"And a hard blow to the back of the head is life-threatening—it could even be fatal."
"But Puyol was unlucky. He couldn't withstand Su Hang's weight, and his right arm snapped under the pressure."
"On top of that, Su Hang's left elbow didn't hit the ground—it smashed into Puyol's chest."
"From this angle, you can clearly see Puyol's chest caving in. I'd bet he fractured ribs as well!"
"That's like taking a full-force punch from a world-class boxer straight to the chest—no wonder he coughed up blood!"
As Puyol was finally lifted onto the stretcher, the referee followed and, even in his agony, brandished a red card.
Rules are rules. Chaos is chaos. But fouls can't be ignored.
Lying on the stretcher, Puyol glared furiously at Su Hang, who was also being carried away.
He had no doubt—Su Hang had done it on purpose!
That elbow strike was no reflex.
It was a full-blown WWE knockout move!
He was out for blood!
Their eyes met.
Su Hang suddenly clutched his own left elbow with his right hand, his face twisted in pain.
But in truth, he was sending a message to Puyol:
Yes. I did it on purpose.
And just in case you didn't notice, I even added a touch of combat flair for you.
Pfft!
Overcome with rage, Puyol spat out another mouthful of blood before collapsing unconscious.
The medical team sprinted off, rushing him down the players' tunnel.
The atmosphere on the pitch grew tense and uneasy.
After a short pause, the referee blew his whistle three times to end the match.
"That's it! Four-two! Real Madrid win this El Clásico!"
"Barcelona didn't protest. Technically there was about a minute of stoppage time left, but neither side had the heart to keep playing."
"Everyone is worried about their teammates' injuries, especially Puyol's—his condition looks grim."
"But for Real Madrid, this is a victory, not a triumph."
"They've lost their two main forwards, Ronaldo and Su Hang, to injury. And from what we've seen, neither looks minor."
"This puts Real Madrid in real trouble, both in La Liga and in Europe!"
"Luxemburgo had just declared they'd go for both titles! Now, they may be staring at the nightmare of failing on both fronts."
"And when you think back to Su Hang's earlier statement that Real Madrid should prioritize the Champions League… well, it seems… he was right!"
The war had ended.
But off the pitch, the storm was only just beginning.
Across Europe, fans were glued to the aftermath.
This match directly affected the La Liga title race and the Champions League semifinals.
Was Puyol's injury severe enough to end his career?
What was the real condition of Ronaldo's knee?
Could Su Hang's ankle hold up?
No one knew.
...
"Payback! Real Madrid 4-2 Barcelona, Revenge Taken! Both Teams Split Wins in El Clásico for a Second Straight Year!"
"Clashes! Red Cards! Injuries! El Clásico is the most electrifying derby in the world—bar none!"
"Ronaldinho's brace couldn't save Barça! Su Hang scores twice, adds an assist, and owns the match!"
"'Little Maradona' Messi dazzles, earning the second-highest Barça rating after Ronaldinho—what a future lies ahead!"
"Dominance! Real Madrid's Crown Prince ruled the game—Barça's 'academy trio' of Xavi, Iniesta, and Messi were no match!"
"Talent alone isn't enough! Mortal Su Hang dismantles Barça's prodigies—true strength comes first!"
"Royal dominance! In the face of chaos, Su Hang single-handedly drove back the Barça players, leaving Messi trembling in Ronaldinho's arms!"
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