"You have to admit it—Su Hang really is a born leader. He's unbelievably calm."
"As the victim who was shoved to the ground by Van Buyten, the first thing he did after getting up was actually to hold his own teammates back. It's clear that, to Su Hang, the result of the match matters more than his personal pride or honor."
"At the very least, we can be sure Su Hang wasn't stopping his teammates because he was afraid of a confrontation. After all, he's the same guy who once took on seven players by himself and flattened half of Barcelona's squad!"
…
After the confrontation died down,
as both teams walked back toward their respective halves, scattered applause suddenly broke out in the Bayern stands.
Then the applause grew louder and louder, until it echoed throughout the entire stadium.
It was applause from the Bayern fans.
Applause for Su Hang's sportsmanship.
Or perhaps the Bayern supporters had simply been conquered by the miracle of three goals in four minutes, feeling that failing to applaud such goals would be an insult to football itself.
Of course, there was also a warning mixed in.
No one enjoys seeing their home crowd turn against them.
And if Bayern wanted to win their fans back, they would have to respond with an even better performance.
"But you have to say, Kahn really does look old now," Tommy Smyth said thoughtfully as he watched the Bayern fans applaud. "When the clash broke out just now, Kahn didn't get involved at all."
"It's like he didn't even react."
"If this were the younger Kahn, he would've charged in without hesitation."
As Tommy Smyth finished speaking, the broadcast replayed the earlier scene.
On screen, Kahn stared blankly at the ground, his expression completely numb.
In that instant, he looked as if he had aged ten years.
Anyone with experience could tell immediately—something was wrong with Kahn.
In less than five minutes, Su Hang had scored three goals.
Especially that final sequence of three consecutive shots.
Kahn had exhausted every method at his disposal. Even the goalpost had helped him once.
Yet he still couldn't stop Su Hang.
At that moment, Kahn's belief in his own invincibility shattered.
He had lost confidence in the match.
On the touchline, Demichelis stood ready to come on as a substitute.
He was preparing to replace Van Bommel, who was carrying a yellow card.
Bayern needed a fully fit holding midfielder to keep an eye on Su Hang.
At the same time, Su Hang was gesturing to Beckham and Guti, signaling that they could adjust their positions.
Bayern would no longer allow Real Madrid to link up directly with Su Hang from the back.
They were bound to compress the middle.
Which meant the space out wide would open up.
In the 71st minute, Su Hang dropped deep from his center-forward position, retreating all the way into the holding midfield zone.
This was well beyond Demichelis's marking range.
Hargreaves had no choice but to switch over and pick him up.
Su Hang laid the ball back to Guti, then turned and surged forward.
Hargreaves immediately blocked Su Hang's running lane, denying him the chance to receive the return pass.
This kind of movement—dropping deep to link play and then making a forward run—can be neutralized in two ways: either block the run outright, or stick tight to the runner and cut off the passing lane.
Fernandes is famous for this type of movement, but once a defender stays glued to him, he often disappears from the game.
So this approach should have worked on Su Hang as well.
However…
Bang!
Guti sent a long diagonal ball toward the left flank, finding Robinho.
This passing lane shouldn't have existed—Hargreaves was originally positioned there.
But Hargreaves had been dragged away by Su Hang, leaving the space completely open.
Robinho burst forward at full speed.
Sali was also quick down the flank, but he gradually fell behind Robinho's acceleration.
Robinho controlled the ball cleanly and kept accelerating, completely blowing past Sali.
He glanced toward the middle, where Cassano gave him a hand signal, then suddenly sprinted toward the near post.
Robinho understood instantly and fired a low cross toward Cassano.
But Sagnol read the pass, stretching out a leg to get a touch.
The ball deflected out toward the edge of the penalty area.
Cassano had already slipped in behind Sagnol, but with no ball arriving, his run was wasted.
Still, the collective gasp from the stands told him the attack wasn't over.
He turned his head—
Bang!
After releasing the ball earlier, Su Hang had continued his forward run. He was briefly delayed by Hargreaves, then deliberately slowed before exploding past him.
Having already disrupted Su Hang's first chance to receive the ball, Hargreaves dropped back into the holding midfield zone to block Robinho's retreat, leaving Su Hang unattended.
This time, accelerating from deep, Su Hang powered straight through Demichelis.
Demichelis tried to tug him back, but Su Hang dragged him into the penalty area. Fearing a penalty, Demichelis was forced to let go.
At that moment, Sagnol's clearance came flying in—looking more like a perfect cutback pass to Su Hang.
The only difficulty was that the ball bounced up off the turf, rising to an awkward height.
But Su Hang drew back like a bowstring, using a taekwondo-style side kick to force the ball down, then unleashed a flying volley that screamed into the left side of the goal.
The next second, the net exploded in white as Kahn—too late to react—collapsed where he stood, completely drained.
"GOAL!!!"
"Su Hang!"
"Su Hang! Su Hang! Su Hang! It's fucking Su Hang again!"
"Above is heaven—below is Su Hang! He's Bayern's grim reaper today!"
"One minute, two minutes, three minutes, four minutes… five minutes! At most five minutes! Su Hang has scored his fourth goal of the match!"
"A super four-goal haul! This is absolutely the fastest four-goal performance in Champions League history!"
"That flying volley has severed Bayern's path to qualification!"
"Four–three on the night! Six–six on aggregate! With one strike, Su Hang has opened the gates of heaven and carved a path to glory for Real Madrid!"
"Real Madrid advance to the Champions League quarterfinals on away goals!"
"Six minutes ago, who could have imagined Real Madrid would be in the lead?"
"Of course, Bayern still has time—but given Su Hang's current form and scoring efficiency, that's hardly good news for them!"
"If we exclude celebration time and count only match time, Su Hang scored all four goals in just five minutes and forty-two seconds!"
"Who else? Just tell me—who else can stop Su Hang?!"
At that moment, major social media platforms finally crashed.
Thanks to Jiatai Media's coverage, many viewers had tuned in to witness the so-called "fall of the Ballon d'Or winner."
What they saw instead was a burst of golden brilliance.
Fans were completely confused, wondering whether the scoreline was wrong.
Why did the score change every time they refreshed the page? Why did Real Madrid keep adding another goal?
But with the network down, their questions would have to wait.
The fans inside the stadium, however, were far luckier.
Especially those who had left earlier—only to be called back in a panic.
"Hey, what's going on? Did you miss a goal when you called? We're in the lead now!"
"No, I didn't miss anything. While you were walking back from the restroom, Su Hang scored another one."
"What the hell? Four goals already? That's insane!"
"I suggest you sit down fast—otherwise you might miss another goal from Emperor Su!"
Conversations like this echoed endlessly throughout the stadium.