Santiago Bernabeu Stadium
All eyes were on the goalkeeper and the attacking player.
Guaita resolutely decided to abandon the goal and charge out, but Chen Zhong's speed was faster than he anticipated. He watched in dismay as Chen Zhong, like a seal balancing a ball, flicked it upwards.
The ball had an upward trajectory, just perfectly beyond Guaita's control range.
Guaita turned around in panic, scrambling back towards the goal, but it was to no avail. He could only watch helplessly as the ball landed inside the goal.
"It's a goal!"
"Chen Zhong!"
"Facing the goalkeeper, he was very calm."
"He headed the ball into the net!"
"1:0"
"Real Madrid finally scored in the second half and took the lead!"
Emery finally let out a sigh of relief. He looked up at the sky and listened to the ecstatic cheers of the Real Madrid fans, feeling a myriad of emotions and momentarily at a loss for how to express his inner feelings.
