Not like this… not a five-nil thrashing!
Villa's roar at Su Hang was, in truth, a roar at himself.
He hated himself—why couldn't he be a little darker, a little more ruthless?
Why not end Su Hang with one brutal kick? Wouldn't it be fitting to give the man who ruined his and Zaragoza's beautiful memories such a cruel ending?
Why had he pulled back?
If he hadn't, Su Hang's head might not have reached the ball first!
As the saying goes: darkness makes you stronger by three parts; redemption cuts your strength in half.
Too real.
Faced with Su Hang's outstretched hand, Villa clenched his teeth and hauled him to his feet.
The referee, who had rushed over ready to book Villa, froze.
This… no fight?
"It's fine, there's no problem between us." Su Hang got up and stopped Casillas, Helguera, and the others, who were charging over in anger.
The reporter sighed: "Ah! A hero respects a hero! Su Hang's performance infuriated Villa, but it also earned his respect."
"Just for this gesture of sportsmanship from Villa, I dare say he'll achieve greatness in the future!"
The Real Madrid fans in the stands applauded Villa's action.
Of course, much of that applause was for Su Hang's fearless clearance.
That block had taken incredible courage.
And it wasn't even the first time today.
Madrid's fifth goal had come when Su Hang slid in with his arms shielding against a thunderous shot.
For a player with weaker arms, that kick could have snapped them.
After all—arms are no match for legs!
93rd minute.
Over at Barcelona, their match was already over.
The scoreline hadn't changed.
Barça had held off Valencia's late push.
But here, in Zaragoza, two minutes of stoppage time remained.
The fate of this season's La Liga title rested in the hands of the 22 men on this pitch!
Zaragoza took the corner earned from Su Hang's header clearance.
Helguera rose and nodded it away.
In the ensuing chaos, the ball was booted clear of the box.
But a moment later, Villa unleashed a fierce strike from distance.
Boom!
Su Hang threw himself in the way.
But this time, Villa's shot was a rising ball.
It crashed straight into Su Hang's face.
He went down as if struck by an iron fist.
The ball ricocheted toward Samuel.
Samuel headed it on to Guti outside the box.
Guti immediately carried it forward.
Meanwhile, Su Hang—knocked to the turf by the blow—rolled, sprang back up, and sprinted ahead.
Waving at the referee as he ran.
He meant: I'm fine, don't stop play.
This was a golden counterattack!
But as he passed the referee, blood began to flow from his nose.
Had the referee noticed, he would have likely stopped the game for treatment.
Football always puts player safety first—especially in recent years, with several tragic on-field deaths.
Su Hang kicked into overdrive, activating his "Chasing Wind" effect, and quickly overtook Guti.
Seeing Su Hang's speed, Guti immediately slipped the ball to his feet.
Guti, though a substitute, was already running out of gas after countless sprints.
Su Hang was Madrid's defensive wall, while Guti was their midfield gatekeeper—both had given everything.
Su Hang surged forward with the ball.
This time, Zaragoza's players refused to let him pass unchecked.
Their number 8 came flying in from the side, body-checking him.
Su Hang flicked the ball with his heel to change direction, avoiding most of the impact, but was still knocked off balance.
Yet the collision actually helped him break free.
And with the Chasing Wind effect still active, after two staggering steps, his speed only increased.
He tore past midfield.
"Su Hang is off!"
"Soldado, Owen, and Raul are once again dragging defenders wide—this looks just like his first goal!"
"Oh! Zaragoza aren't making the same mistake, they've kept a center back locked on Su Hang!"
"Su Hang closing in on the box!"
"The Zaragoza defender lunges in with a slide tackle!"
"That was all man, no ball!"
At the top of the D, the defender slid hard.
Su Hang flicked the ball up to protect it.
But he couldn't avoid the man.
The challenge clattered into his right ankle.
Luckily, he had slowed slightly, so it didn't land flush.
He heard a crack.
But it wasn't his ankle—it was his shin guard shattering.
In an instant, another Zaragoza defender came flying in from the opposite side.
This time, the target was the ball.
But just as his foot swung through, Su Hang nudged it away.
So instead, the full force of the tackle smashed into his left foot.
The studs raked across the side of his foot, gouging deep.
His shoe was ripped clean off.
Two bloody gashes appeared across the inside of his foot.
That tackle landed hard.
Su Hang could no longer stay upright.
He stumbled forward, hands and feet clawing at the turf to delay the fall.
It looked like a desperate crawl.
But somehow, in this awkward, four-limbed scramble, he reached the ball.
The Zaragoza goalkeeper was already charging out.
The ball was barely two meters from him.
What followed was almost unimaginable.
It was as if Su Hang had been hit by two speeding cars from either side.
His body reeled forward, battered, broken.
The football world had rarely witnessed such brutality.
Any other warrior would have fallen by now.
Real Madrid fans were filled with despair.
In the end…
it still…
wasn't enough.
Boom!
Su Hang's limbs churned desperately as he pitched forward.
And then, with one final desperate lunge, his bare left foot stretched out.
Off balance, completely spent…
but his toes brushed the ball.
His sock—once white, now stained with sweat, dirt, and grass—made just enough contact.
And suddenly, to the shock of everyone, the ball sped forward…
Straight through the Zaragoza keeper's legs!
He snapped his knees together in panic, but too late.
Down on the turf, the seated goalkeeper and the collapsing Su Hang both craned their necks awkwardly toward the goal.
But neither of them could see what came next.