Lin Chen actually scored, and it was a world-class goal!" the commentator shouted.
"Can you believe it?!"
It wasn't just the commentator.
The Fans in the stadium all held their heads in their hands, and Zidane on the sidelines was frantically shaking his bald head.
"A super long-range world-class shot!"
"Lin Chen helps Real Madrid take a one-goal lead in this friendly match!"
In the live broadcast room.
"WTF? Who is this youngster?!"
"This long-range shot, how does it remind me of Gerrard, who has already left Liverpool!"
"When did this youngster get such ability? He's not playing fair!"
Almost everyone couldn't believe what they had just seen.
Lin the Big Cannon was even more shocked; he knew best what kind of ability his son had.
When did he learn long-range shooting?
Even he, as his father, didn't know!
Did this kid secretly practice hard?
Or was it a lucky guess?
Real Madrid teammates rushed towards Lin Chen, celebrating wildly.
Although it was just a friendly match, Chelsea showed a lot of competitiveness after the kickoff, which also made the Real Madrid players unhappy.
A goal was the best response to Chelsea!
Ramos put his arm around Lin Chen, excitedly saying.
"Awesome!"
"First time I've seen you score a long-range goal, and it was so beautiful!"
Lin Chen felt the energy in his body, a feeling he had never experienced before.
The first half continued, and Chelsea still played very aggressively.
But Real Madrid's backline defense was very good.
With the experienced Ramos, plus Marcelo frequently pushing forward on the wing to limit Chelsea's Hazard.
Soon, the situation actually tilted towards Real Madrid.
In the 39th minute of the match!
"Real Madrid's attack, Marcelo dribbles down the wing."
"Very fast."
"Lin Chen receives, a one-two!"
"Beautiful!"
"Snap."
"Snap!"
Two crisp hitting sounds, precisely the quick one-two combination played by Lin Chen and Marcelo.
Marcelo, the attacking full-back, reached the byline!
Immediately followed by a cut-back pass to the middle!
"Opportunity!"
"Shot!!!"
"The defender cleared in time, almost resulting in a goal!"
"Real Madrid's combination play is very beautiful!"
Finally, the first half ended.
Both teams' players returned to the locker room.
Lin Chen walked alone at the back, while Ozil, next to him, still seemed to want to communicate with him, following closely behind.
At the entrance to the player's tunnel, Lin Chen had just arrived.
Before he could enter the tunnel, from the Fans' stand on the left front, a Fan suddenly started singing loudly at him.
Lin Chen listened and only felt that something was wrong, but Ozil behind him suddenly put an arm around Lin Chen, trying to get him to dance along to the song.
Listening more carefully, Lin Chen finally realized.
This was a racist song!
Ozil was still trying to liven up the atmosphere.
But the Fan who was singing immediately gave him the middle finger.
Undoubtedly, he was very clear that this was a discriminatory song.
Anger instantly surged from his abdomen.
The Real Madrid ultra-Fans standing in the front row were still singing.
Their expressions arrogant.
As if saying, "Come on."
"Hit me!"
How could Lin Chen not fulfill such a request?
First, he bypassed the railing.
Then, his dancing body drew a beautiful arc in the air.
Imbued with the strength of his entire body!
Carrying anger and conviction!
He flew with both feet, firmly kicking the ultra-Fan!
Don't forget, Lin Chen had just added 20 points of strength to his body.
The sudden growth had already made him uncomfortably strong, and now it was finally released!
"Bang!"
The ultra-Fan even flew into the pile of Fans behind him.
The live broadcast camera happened to cut to the sideline at this moment.
Ozil behind him hadn't reacted yet, frozen in place.
And Lin Chen, who immediately got up, gave an seemingly unintentional wave, but then a fierce backhand slap, right across his face!
"Slap!"
Lin Chen twisted his palm.
The slap delivered after adding 20 points of strength was indeed very loud.
Ozil was stunned.
"Why are you hitting me?"
"I was just standing behind watching the show, didn't do anything."
Lin Chen smiled.
"Just a convenient thing to do."
After all, all China Fans knew what Ozil had done in the past.
And the Real Madrid ultra-Fan who was drop-kicked was clearly targeting him.
Naked racism.
Lin Chen always upheld one life philosophy.
All racists should receive the punishment they deserve!
The Fan who was drop-kicked stood frozen, not even realizing what had happened.
He certainly knew what he was singing, but he didn't expect Lin Chen to do this to him.
He dared to sing such a song to Lin Chen precisely because he had a special identity: the grandson of a former Real Madrid Chairman.
With that status at the Santiago Bernabéu, who would dare touch him?
Even Ramos would have to offer a friendly smile when he saw him.
Who was Lin Chen?
A youth academy kid, no fame, no status.
Yet he dared to drop-kick him?
If the staff hadn't pulled Lin Chen back, he would have gone forward to kick him a couple more times.
I don't care if you're the Chairman's grandson or the Chairman's son, I won't tolerate your bad habits!
The scene was chaotic.
Some Real Madrid Fans with correct values even started applauding Lin Chen.
But there were also some ultra-Fans who booed frantically and gave Lin Chen the middle finger.
At this moment, Zidane, hearing the news, rushed back to the stadium and first pulled Lin Chen back to the locker room.
The incident indeed happened too suddenly; no one had anticipated it.
Lin the Big Cannon, who was mixed in with the Fans, took advantage of the security personnel not being in place and slapped the Fan again.
Hitting and shouting.
"You scum!"
"Don't let me see you on the street!"
"If you have the guts, come to China, see if you can make it back to Europe alive!"
The broadcast camera now showed a replay, starting from when the ultra-Fan began singing at Lin Chen.
In the live broadcast room, Fans gradually understood what had happened.
"What era is this, and people are still singing such songs!"
"A beautiful kick, kill this kind of scumbag!"
"In this matter, I firmly stand behind Lin Chen!"
"Well done! That's how he should be dealt with!"
Returning to the locker room, Zidane's back was breaking out in a cold sweat from anxiety.
Ozil was covering his face and wailing.
"Boss."
"I didn't do anything, he just came up and slapped me twice."
"Look, it's still red!"
Lin Chen got up, wanting to slap him a couple more times, but his teammates around him were all holding him back.
Ramos put his arm around Lin Chen.
"Don't be impulsive."
"I understand you, I'll definitely stand by you."
"But this has little to do with him, and you've already slapped him twice."
"Calm down, please calm down."
Since things had come to this, Zidane could only substitute Lin Chen.
After all, La Liga officials immediately dispatched special personnel to investigate.
Looking at the football world, this was only the second time such an incident had occurred.
The second half continued, but no one was paying attention to the match anymore.
Even Chelsea, who had been playing desperately, slowed their rhythm, their minds not on the game at all.
Ultimately, Real Madrid won the friendly match one-nil.
But no one in the live broadcast room cared.
The bullet comments scrolled rapidly, only about Lin Chen.
"Referencing Cantona's flying kick to a Fan back then, I estimate the punishment won't be light."
"If La Liga dares to ban Lin Chen, then he might as well not play in La Liga and go back to the Premier League!"
"I've screenshotted that kid's photo. I'm going on a trip the day after tomorrow. I'll see if he's real or not, and that'll be the end of it!"