ps: Reporting the results, 12000 green points + 12000 green points + 4800 green points + 200 packs equals SBC Casillas, Vieira, Stones... Yes, I got nothing, went all-in and failed, now back to SBC obediently.

Bojan’s every hair stood on end, at this moment, he recalled the fear dominated by Chen Zhong at the Swiss Nyon Stadium back then.

And right as the referee blew the whistle, Bojan enjoyed the "free flying" gifted by Chen Zhong.

It really felt like flying...

"Bojan took quite a hard fall there!"

"But the referee didn’t blow the whistle because of him."

"It was a foul by Khedira."

"A yellow card was shown."

"Chen Zhong went up and pulled Bojan up."

"From the recent defense, we can see that Chen Zhong’s tackle was actually clean."

Bojan’s clean jersey got dirty just minutes after coming onto the field. Chen Zhong walked over with a smile and "pulled up" this long-lost "old friend" from the ground, who remained as light as ever.

"Hey, long time no see, Bojan."

Bojan swallowed hard. He originally thought when he met Chen Zhong again, he would be out of his league, but the reality was so cruel.

Facing Chen Zhong once again, Bojan could clearly feel Chen Zhong’s growth; the pressure from him was stronger, and he had also "perfected" his tackling techniques.

Bojan ignored Chen Zhong, but after walking some distance, he hesitated, thinking that not answering might seem like he was afraid of him.

"The match continues."

"Barcelona takes the ball out."

"Passes to Bojan."

Bojan got the ball but before he could take a few steps, Chen Zhong bumped into him from the side, causing Bojan to lose his balance and lose possession.

Bojan’s first reaction wasn’t to try to win it back, but to listen to the voice of the fans in the stands. However, Barcelona fans didn’t attack Bojan. After all, he was facing Chen Zhong.

"Bojan’s balance is off."

"The ball is intercepted by Chen Zhong."

"Chen Zhong is dribbling."

"Real Madrid’s attack."

"Passes to C. Ronaldo."

"Puyol slides in."

"C. Ronaldo!"

Real Madrid’s attack was very rapid, this time clearly changing the rhythm. After Chen Zhong got the ball, he confidently passed it directly hard and low without seeking a "middleman."

This ball found Cristiano Ronaldo upfront through Barcelona’s moving formation with precision.

Puyol rushed over first, attempting a slide tackle to take the ball away from Cristiano Ronaldo’s feet.

However, the Portuguese lifted and jumped.

Avoiding Puyol’s sliding tackle.

"One-on-one with the keeper!"

"C. Ronaldo!"

"Beautiful dribble."

"Barcelona players closed in."

"They are trying to intercept."

"C. Ronaldo!"

Although Cristiano Ronaldo evaded Puyol’s sliding tackle.

He staggered a bit, soon surrounded by Pique and Busquets.

At this point, Cristiano Ronaldo could take a chance, go for a "steep pass" to see if he could break through Barcelona’s encirclement.

In the past, Cristiano Ronaldo would definitely do that, but now...

"Back heel!"

"Ingenious pass!"

"Chen Zhong!"

After attracting Barcelona players’ attention, Cristiano Ronaldo back-heeled the ball, which rolled to the advancing Chen Zhong.

Puyol, who had gotten up from the ground, was the first to change direction. Watching Chen Zhong raise his leg, Puyol put his hands behind his back and turned sideways, intending to block with his body.

However, Chen Zhong had no intention of shooting, merely faking and passing, slotting the ball to the other side.

Di Maria was rapidly advancing there.

Alves was awkwardly defending, although a bit staggered, he hadn’t been completely thrown off by Di Maria.

At this moment, Barcelona’s defensive line presented a slant.

Di Maria suddenly stopped, created a gap, then slotted the ball into the unguarded space in Barcelona’s penalty area.

Several Real Madrid players rushed forward, the ball skimmed past Cristiano Ronaldo’s toe, and Barcelona fans and players concentrated their attention on Chen Zhong.

Busquets, Pique, Puyol

And goalkeeper Valdes.

All had their eyes on Chen Zhong.

"Di Maria."

"Shakes off the nearby defender." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Delivers a cross."

"C. Ronaldo didn’t touch it."

"Will Chen Zhong shoot?"

"Chen Zhong!"

Everyone thought Chen Zhong would shoot, Barcelona players pulled out all the stops, but Chen Zhong let the ball through.

The ball continued to advance, meeting Kaka in a perfect fusion of motion and stillness.

Kaka touched the ball forward, and the next moment left everyone behind, facing Valdes directly.

Valdes spread his arms, waving them to try to block Kaka’s shooting angle, but Kaka didn’t hesitate, pushing the ball to the far corner.

"It’s a goal!"

"Kaka!"

"5:4"

"Real Madrid has pulled one back."

"The gap between the two teams is now just one goal."

"Real Madrid’s continuous cooperation inside the large penalty area just now, if they weren’t wearing white jerseys, I’d have thought they were Barcelona."

Barcelona’s goals have a unique saying: passing the ball into the opponent’s goal. Their cooperation in front of the penalty area dazzles and confuses people.