Raúl's lips trembled, his face pale. "But I'm Real Madrid's captain!"
"No, Raúl, you can't go." Luxemburgo blocked him.
"Hey! Kid! You fucking bastard! Fuck!" Zidane's furious curse cut through the discussion.
Everyone turned to the window.
Su Hang… had jumped out!
"Come back, Su Hang!" Simon, entering the pitch today as an assistant coach, shouted.
"No! It's too dangerous, Su Hang!" Guti called out.
"Come back! Su Hang!" Raúl leaned his head out the window.
Facing his teammates, Su Hang shook his head. "No, Raúl. You're a starter. You can't risk another injury. Play well later, got it?"
"And don't forget… I'm also Real Madrid's captain!"
"This is my duty!"
With that, Su Hang turned and headed toward the conflict.
"Su! Take this!" Raúl tossed something to him.
Su Hang caught it, glanced down, and saw—
A blue captain's armband!
Their eyes met.
Both nodded.
Then Su Hang raised the armband high in his right hand and strode toward the clash without hesitation.
Fans nearby spotted him.
"Is that… Su Hang?"
"Oh my god! It really is Su Hang!"
"He jumped off the team bus!"
"Su's coming!"
"Make way, Su's here!"
Reporters covering the brawl instantly swung their cameras toward him, zooming in tight.
Today's match was already at fever pitch.
It was the final game in all of Europe.
And it was decisive—this match would settle the La Liga title.
More than a hundred outlets were broadcasting from both Barcelona and Real Madrid's side.
The attending press included Europe's most influential media: Bild, Kicker, France Football, La Repubblica, Record, Mirror, Sky Sports, BBC, Tuttosport, La Gazzetta dello Sport…
Almost simultaneously, the reporters on-site began shouting:
"Breaking news! A Real Madrid player just jumped from the team bus after it came to a sudden stop!"
"He's rushing toward the scene of the incident!"
"That player appears to be Su Hang!"
The broadcast cut to the scene, the camera zooming in.
Number 24.
A Real Madrid player.
It was unmistakably Su Hang!
By now, a group of Real Madrid fans had gathered behind him.
"Get behind me! Follow my lead! I need your cooperation! Promise me, okay?" Su Hang directed as he walked.
The fans responded eagerly.
One even handed him a megaphone.
"This is way too dangerous! What Su Hang's doing is insane!" In the CCTV-5 studio, He Wei was stunned.
Commentators worldwide reacted the same way.
At the standoff, both sides suddenly noticed another large wave of people approaching.
The momentum was overwhelming.
The Zaragoza fans panicked—because the newcomers were clearly Real Madrid supporters.
But the Madrid fans grew more excited, their voices rising.
With numbers on their side, emotions flared and insults flew.
Zaragoza's fans, who had been considering retreat, were enraged again. They braced themselves, some even grabbing makeshift weapons.
If it's a fight, then it's to the end!
Soon, as Su Hang and his group came closer, everyone saw clearly.
In his right hand, Su Hang held the Real Madrid captain's armband high.
In his left, the megaphone.
"Stop! Look here, look here!" he shouted at the clashing sides.
But his voice was drowned out.
So Su Hang turned to his own fans. "Shout with me… Su Hang! Su Hang!"
Together they roared:
"Su Hang!"
"Su Hang!"
"Su Hang!"
Sure enough, the chaos began to quiet, heads turning toward him.
"It really is Su Hang!"
"Holy shit, what's he doing here?"
"What's that in his hand?"
"Looks like… a captain's armband?"
"Ah, this is…"
"Beat him! Kill the Madrid guy!"
"Come on, try it! Think Su the God of War won't fight back?"
"Stop! Let's hear what Su Hang has to say!"
Su Hang signaled for his followers to halt, keeping them from mixing with the rowdy Real Madrid fans and making things worse.
He stepped alone into the middle of the three groups, holding the armband high.
"I know what's going on here. I know what you're all feeling inside.
"Zaragoza fans, you fought your way here to watch the match. You're incredible! Zaragoza is fortunate to have fans like you.
"I believe your players will give everything on the pitch, fighting for you!
"Don't keep them waiting. Right now, the stands are full of Madrid fans—your players need to see you.
"They need your support! Your encouragement!
"Go into the stadium!"
The Zaragoza fans wavered.
Nods spread through the crowd as they accepted his words.
Then Su Hang turned to the Madrid supporters surrounding them.
"Real Madrid fans! I know you all recognize me—I am Su Hang.
"This armband I hold represents the highest authority in Real Madrid!
"In the locker room, everyone obeys the captain. That authority doesn't come from me—it comes from this armband!
"It embodies Real Madrid's long history!
"It is our tradition! It is our glory!
"Now, as Real Madrid's captain, I order you to disperse. Make way for the Zaragoza supporters to enter the stadium!
"Come on, one, two, three… Please step aside! Yes, just like that. Thank you for your cooperation! At this moment, each and every one of you is part of Real Madrid!"
Under Su Hang's command, the Madrid fans opened a corridor.
The Zaragoza supporters slowly passed through, escorted by security into the stadium.
The clash dissolved.
But it wasn't over yet.
Su Hang knew the fans still had something on their minds.
He raised the megaphone again. "Alright, now it's just us. So let me tell you what I'm thinking.
"I want every Real Madrid fan to rest assured.
"I know what you want.
"That's why I'm here!
"There's still an hour and a half until kickoff. And the anesthetic injection takes two hours to kick in!
"I'll get the injection the moment I step into the stadium!
"When the team needs me, I'll play. I'll score!
"We will win this match!
"I promise!"
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