"This—"
"GOAL!"
"Real Madrid finally score!"
"One–three! Real Madrid pull one back, and the aggregate score is now three–six."
"This goal doesn't really change the outcome of the tie. Real Madrid still have no realistic chance of going through. AtAt best, it's a goal that preserves Su Hang's dignity"
"And that may not actually be a good thing."
"Because this goal came after Su Hang interfered with the team's substitutions. He might believe this was the result of his own adjustments, pushing him even further down the road of meddling with the head coach's authority."
"Honestly, if I had the choice, I'd rather see Su Hang lose this match even more badly. Only then might we truly get a more outstanding, wiser, and more disciplined superstar striker."
In the stands, the applause from Real Madrid supporters was scattered and thin.
On one hand, there simply weren't many Madrid fans left inside the Allianz Arena.
On the other, just as the commentator said, it was only a single goal—far from enough to change the fate of the match.
Bayern's supporters felt much the same. They showed no real concern over conceding.
They were merely marveling at Su Hang's luck—why the ball always seemed to bounce his way.
Rather than a well-earned goal, it felt more like he had picked one up.
To that, Su Hang had only one response in his heart: Picked it up? Apart from Bellingham, who in modern football keeps "picking up" goals like this? That's called instinct in the box! That's a lightning moment of grabbing destiny by the throat! Not just anyone can do that!
"Oh! Su Hang dives straight into the net, scoops the ball out immediately, and waves off his teammates' celebrations, urging them to hurry back to their own half for the kickoff."
"Bayern's back line doesn't try to stop him at all. For them, Real Madrid not celebrating on their turf is a good thing."
"This is exactly what we mean when we talk about Su Hang's influence on a team."
"Scoring a goal is already rare—especially in a grueling away match. Very few players can resist celebrating in moments like this. This is when they shine the brightest. How could anyone just let it pass?"
"But Su Hang is willing to suppress his emotions and his spotlight, all in pursuit of that distant, almost illusory victory."
"Forgive me for saying this, but right now, for Real Madrid to still be thinking about overturning Bayern… it really does sound a bit too unrealistic."
In the 66th minute, Bayern kicked off.
Following Su Hang's on-field instructions, Real Madrid immediately pushed up and began pressing high.
Van Bommel made the standard choice, driving the ball forward with a long clearance toward midfield.
There was nothing wrong with that decision.
But everything changed when Beckham leapt high into the air, outmuscling Lahm and heading the ball back downfield.
This header was thrown with full commitment.
The ball sailed cleanly over the heads of Hargreaves and Van Bommel, dropping straight to Su Hang, who had been cutting off the passing lanes between Van Bommel and Van Buyten.
Su Hang brought the ball under control, keeping it glued to his feet. After two quick touches to find his rhythm, he suddenly lifted the ball and exploded forward, bursting past Van Buyten!
If this had been the white-hot stage of the match, Van Buyten would have dragged Su Hang down without hesitation, even knowing Lucio was behind him to cover.
But the ball had only just been put back into play.
For many players, every kickoff signals the start of a new phase of the game—one that requires adjustment.
At the very least, their emotions need time to settle.
So Van Buyten only applied light physical pressure before being brushed aside by Su Hang.
"Fuck!" Lucio retreated rapidly, constantly adjusting his defensive position.
He couldn't step up to challenge Su Hang directly—Cassano was arriving as well.
Two devils at the gate. A clear two-on-one for Real Madrid in the final third.
Lucio had to consider the possibility of Su Hang slipping the ball through to Cassano.
And sure enough—
After beating Van Buyten, Su Hang immediately glanced toward Cassano.
At this moment, Su Hang was still at least thirty meters from goal.
Lucio instantly understood what Su Hang wanted to do.
A pass to Cassano. He would have to step across to defend Cassano, Su Hang would continue his run, and then finish from Cassano's square pass, one-on-one with Kahn.
A classic two-on-one attacking pattern.
One word: pass.
Pass enough, and chances will always come.
So—
Lucio shifted his center of gravity back at once. Though his body seemed to face Su Hang, he was already prepared to launch a sliding tackle toward Cassano.
This was going to be an epic defensive—
Bang!
The ball vanished like a cannon shot.
Only when the sharp hiss of the ball scraping against the net reached Lucio's ears did he feel a gust of wind whip across his face.
This was—
An eye feint!
Su Hang had chosen to shoot directly?
"GOAL!" Tommy Smyth roared instantly. "It's in! Su Hang!"
"A perfect eye feint completely fooled Lucio, and Su Hang strikes from thirty meters out!"
"A sensational world-class goal! Kahn threw himself at it, but it was all in vain!"
"Su Hang's finishing is terrifying! He didn't even look at the goal, yet the angle was unbelievably sharp!"
"Two–three! Two goals in two minutes! Su Hang has scored twice—he truly hasn't given up!"
"Four–six on aggregate! Real Madrid still have a chance!"
"If they score two more, they'll go ahead on away goals!"
"Yes, I'm not crazy! I know how hard it is to score twice at the Allianz Arena—something Real Madrid couldn't do in the first sixty-five minutes."
"But now, who dares say it's absolutely impossible?"
"This is the man who can score twice in two minutes!"
"Siuuuuuu!"
On the big screen, Su Hang raised both arms high, as if announcing to every fan in the stadium: the real match has begun, and the king has returned.
If the previous goal had been nothing more than consolation for Real Madrid supporters,
Then this one lit a fire of hope.
The Real Madrid fans burst into celebration, their eyes fixed on the pitch, waiting for what might come next.
After Bayern kicked off again, Real Madrid continued their press. This time, however, Bayern didn't fall into the same trap. Several players dropped deep to help circulate the ball, successfully dissolving the pressure.
In the 69th minute, Bayern launched an attack. Salihamidzic beat his marker down the flank and cut the ball back toward the onrushing Hargreaves, who played a through pass to Makaay.
At the crucial moment, Cannavaro slid in to make the interception, and while falling, stabbed the ball out to Beckham.
Beckham collected it, turned, and unleashed a booming long pass—Long Pass Guidance!
His touch was completely red-hot.
Watching the ball fly toward him, Lucio had a chance to step up and challenge Cassano.
But it was risky.
If he failed, Cassano would take both man and ball past him.
With Bayern now only holding a one-and-a-half-goal cushion, Lucio chose the safer option.
He kept his distance, waiting for Cassano to bring the ball under control before moving in.
That way, even if he couldn't win the ball, he could still foul Cassano and prevent something more dangerous from developing.
As for Van Buyten…
He was locked in a physical battle with Su Hang on the other side.