Puyol felt as if he had uncovered a monumental secret.
Fake!
Su Hang's entire persona was fake!
He wasn't some selfless captain!
Real Madrid had misjudged him!
They'd been tricked!
Real Madrid had been deceived by Su Hang!
The whole world had been deceived by Su Hang!
Even though Barcelona lost this match, Puyol was convinced that once he revealed this secret, Real Madrid would suffer a devastating blow!
The young captain they revered, the one they treated as a leader, was nothing more than a selfish, self-serving fraud!
This revelation would tear Real Madrid's locker room apart again.
Real Madrid was doomed!
Not just now—their future was doomed too!
They were staring at a long rebuilding period, a dark era ahead.
Força Barça!
"Selfless?" Su Hang shook his head. "Didn't your parents ever teach you that before you can love others, you must first learn to love yourself?"
"I love myself, and that's why I can love Real Madrid even more."
"And compared to my teammates, in critical moments, I trust myself above anyone else."
Puyol felt as though a dagger had struck him straight in the heart.
He shook his head desperately.
"No… Why? Why did you take that shot? Why did you shoot in front of Ronaldo? He's ten thousand times better than you! He's the best striker in the world—you don't even come close!"
"Why you!"
Su Hang unfastened the captain's armband that Van Bommel had tugged loose and carefully tied it back on his arm.
"Why?"
"Because I am the captain of this team!"
"It is my responsibility to shoulder all the pressure in our most dangerous moments, to decide the team's fate. Even if I lead us into a dead end, I alone will bear all the consequences!"
"That… is the meaning of being captain!"
With that, Su Hang sprinted toward the corner flag.
He leaped into the air, twisting 180 degrees mid-flight.
His torn jersey fluttered in the wind.
But nothing could conceal the brilliance and swagger of Number 24.
There weren't many Real Madrid fans in the stands, but through the broadcast, the world could hear that thunderous, unmistakable cry:
"Siuuuuu!"
Su Hang landed with authority—like a god descending on the pitch!
In that moment, the Camp Nou, silent as a dead pond, echoed only with Su Hang's roar.
Real Madrid had conquered the Camp Nou!
It was only then that commentators across nearly every network snapped out of their shock and began shouting hysterically:
"My God! A last-minute winner! Another winner from Su Hang!"
"4-3! Su Hang's hat-trick conquers Camp Nou! He's done it again against Barça!"
"Ronaldinho holds his head in disbelief!"
"Incredible! That counter from Su Hang was absolutely stunning! Stepovers one after another, beating Van Bommel and Puyol, then leaving Van Bronckhorst for dead!"
"The final shot—a feint and a strike—like a thunderbolt out of nowhere!"
"The White-Clad God of Death strikes Barça down!"
"He's cut his way from the Bernabéu all the way to Barcelona!"
"No one in all of Catalonia can stop him!"
"This is the Real Madrid captain!"
"Before even celebrating, Su Hang adjusted his captain's armband! He's reminding the world—this time, it's Real Madrid conquering Camp Nou!"
"This is Real Madrid's young captain! Their leader, on and off the pitch!"
"Su Hang!"
"Su Hang!"
"Su Hang!"
On the pitch, the Real Madrid players completely lost it.
They rushed toward Su Hang, piling on him.
From substitutes to coaches, no one could contain their excitement.
This was El Clásico.
A match that could turn an ordinary league fixture into a battle of life and death. For Real Madrid and Barcelona, it meant more than many finals.
The Madrid players celebrated wildly.
Camp Nou had no response.
They simply couldn't comprehend how, after leading 3-1, they could still lose to a Real Madrid stoppage-time winner.
And worse, it came from Su Hang—the same player they mocked before the match as useless, with five straight games of no stats!
It was… unreal!
...
Headlines after the match lit up the football world:
"4-3! Real Madrid Take First El Clásico of the Season in a Rollercoaster Battle!"
"Ronaldinho Suffers Biggest Defeat Before Coronation! Brace Not Enough as Su Hang's Hat-Trick Wins It in Stoppage Time!"
"Super-Sub Su Hang: Three Goals and One Assist, Crowned El Clásico MVP!"
"Ronaldo + Baptista + Robinho = Su Hang! Tonight, I call Su Hang the God of War!"
"From Bernabéu to Camp Nou, the day has come! Su Hang leads Real Madrid to conquer Camp Nou!"
"Fake Real Madrid Captain: Five Matches, Zero Stats. Real Captain: Three Goals, One Assist, Last-Minute Winner!"
"Su Hang: Heard people say I'm weak? The White-Clad God of Death: Guess I'll just use my main account then!"
"Goal drought? Not a chance! Su Hang's hat-trick flips Barça, climbing to second in La Liga scoring with 10 goals and 3 assists, right behind Eto'o!"
"Motta the scapegoat! Barça fans demand his sale, never wanting to see him in a Blaugrana shirt again!"
"Official: Barcelona confirm Thiago Motta suffers fractured thumb, out three months! Playing time this season already limited!"
"Breaking! Barcelona plan to offload Thiago Motta, but no club interested yet."
Real Madrid fans erupted into wild celebrations.
This victory brought them joy equal to winning a trophy.
It was Real Madrid's first win at Camp Nou in three seasons.
They had finally broken their curse at Camp Nou.
And Su Hang remained Barcelona's greatest nightmare.
The good news didn't end there.
Villarreal, sitting second in the table, were held to a draw. They slipped to third place, one point behind Real Madrid and Barcelona.
Real Madrid were level with Barça on points, but held the head-to-head advantage—taking top spot in La Liga for the first time this season!
With things back on track, Real Madrid were starting to look like true champions.
At least, that's what the media saw.
But after the celebrations, two official announcements from Real Madrid dampened the mood.
Figo and Beckham had both picked up injuries.
Beckham would miss the upcoming Champions League group stage match in four days.
Figo could be out even longer.
Barcelona had left their mark after all.
This was, in truth, a hard-fought win.
Not a dominant one.
But the debates this match sparked kept spreading.
And the one who ignited them wasn't an outsider.
It was Luxemburgo, Real Madrid's head coach.
When pressed repeatedly about whether he was satisfied with Su Hang, Luxemburgo replied coldly:
"I know what you all want—you want me to praise Su Hang."