I Am Scouted by Real Madrid-Chapter 367 - 37: Get Up! Sissy!

Camp Nou

Real Madrid’s fans were in high spirits, "Camp Nou height restriction" was no longer a new term. They were eager to see their team break through Barcelona’s goal.

Meanwhile, Barcelona’s fans were booing to disrupt Real Madrid’s players. We are the first Triple Crown winner in Spanish Football, and are even about to be crowned the Five-time Champion, Barcelona.

You want to beat us?

Wishful thinking?

"Marcelo has the ball!"

"The players from both teams are entangled!"

"A high ball cross!"

Real Madrid’s intention was very clear, wherever they fell, there they would rise. You really think you can impose a ’Camp Nou height restriction’ on us!

Damn your height restriction!

Damn your foul play!

Real Madrid, full of rage, having found Barcelona’s weakness, tried to recreate the scene from before.

The ball soared high, with Pique and Puyol flanking Chen Zhong, and goalkeeper Valdes also keeping a close eye on that side, ready to leave the goal at any moment.

Seeing that Chen Zhong wasn’t being held back, Pique and Puyol used their hands and feet, elbowing, pulling, and shoving.

Despite the interference, Chen Zhong still managed to head the ball.

"Valverde!"

"Great positioning."

"He directly deflected the ball away!"

"Barcelona’s counterattack."

"It’s Messi breaking through the middle again."

"Consecutive breakthroughs!"

After landing, Chen Zhong adjusted his pants, while Barcelona launched a counterattack.

Messi dribbled the ball, with the surrounding defenders closing in for an interception. But his breakthrough speed was incredibly fast, moving from his own half to the edge of Real Madrid’s penalty area.

"Broke through the triple team."

"A diagonal pass to an open space."

"Henry!"

"Charging into Real Madrid’s penalty area!"

"Shoots directly!"

Messi attracted most of Real Madrid’s players’ attention, and when he passed diagonally to the center, Henry’s move was precise.

He took the ball on the left side of the penalty area, eyes focused.

Just as he wanted to make an adjustment, he felt the hairs on his back stand up, catching Chen Zhong charging in from the corner of his eye.

Without hesitation, Henry used his left foot to push the shot, attempting to break through Real Madrid’s goal.

But Casillas reacted swiftly, blocking the ball with his foot.

Pepe secured his position, then turned and cleared the ball.

The ball didn’t fly far and landed at Iniesta’s feet.

"A great save by Casillas!"

"It’s not over yet."

"Pepe’s clearance wasn’t far."

"Iniesta has the ball!"

"Attempting a breakthrough."

With the ball, Iniesta executed an Elastico to evade Alonso, then accelerated to chase the ball and charge into the penalty area. Just then, Chen Zhong slid from the side, tackling the ball away, while Iniesta performed a "protective withdraw" and rolled in Real Madrid’s penalty area.

Barcelona’s fans booed, looking expectantly at the referee, hoping for a penalty kick.

However, the referee was unmoved, only watching the ball’s landing point.

"Busquets!"

"He seized the ball’s landing spot."

"Coming again?"

Sergio Busquets had long awaited this match. Since last season, Guardiola had been pushing him with the mention of Chen Zhong, but Busquets never agreed with Guardiola’s comparison.

He looked forward, in Real Madrid’s penalty area, a path to fame was open for him.

Busquets didn’t hesitate for a second. When the ball bounced a second time after hitting the ground, he swung his leg hard, attempting a powerful shot to break through Real Madrid’s goal.

It was precisely his waiting for that bounce that gave Chen Zhong time to throw himself into the fray.

"Busquets’ long shot!"

"Whoa!"

"Beautiful block!"

"C. Ronaldo seized the ball."

"Real Madrid’s counterattack!"

Pellegrini’s heart, which had risen into his throat, finally settled back down, while Real Madrid supporters on the stands sat back and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Zhong’s defensive "intimidation" added a sense of "urgency" to Barcelona’s passing game.

Seeing Chen Zhong’s block and Busquets’ shot, Guardiola couldn’t help but mutter, "If it were Chen there, he wouldn’t have waited for the ball to come down."

"He would have volleyed it directly then and there."

"No one could have blocked him!"

Busquets looked a bit frustrated after seeing his shot blocked, giving Chen Zhong a quick glance, then swiftly retreated to defend. In this match, he was determined to prove himself as the strongest.

The transition between offense and defense was rapid, the ball control strategy Real Madrid planned before the match seemed to have shattered at this moment.

Cristiano Ronaldo was incredibly fast, maybe not the most agile in dribbling, but in a straight sprint, he’s like a "supercar".

"C. Ronaldo advancing at high speed with the ball."

"Step-overs!"

"Inward move!"

"Pique..."

"Ha~"

C. Ronaldo’s upper body remained still, while his step-overs were lightning quick.

With a change in pace, he bypassed Alves.

Then, like an arrow released from a bow, he charged toward Barcelona’s penalty area.

Just as C. Ronaldo entered the penalty area, Pique closed in from the side, preparing to extend a leg for a challenge.