"C Luo, C Luo!"

"King of the Champions League!!"

"Goal, goal!!"

The clamor swept in from all directions of the Bernabéu. Real Madrid's fans were passionate and demanding.

Many stars, after arriving at Real Madrid, were swallowed up, lost themselves, and couldn't perform as they had before, precisely because of the Real Madrid fans' high standards.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, once a flaw appeared, a barrage of boos would erupt.

Playing at the Bernabéu, their home stadium, required immense mental fortitude, let alone other teams fighting away games.

C Luo, the most outstanding and successful player on this field, had long since won the fervent love of Real Madrid fans.

His personality destined him to perform perfectly when facing the most demanding fans in the world.

Now, C Luo was enjoying the game here, enjoying the fans' enthusiastic support.

He proved his strength to Real Madrid fans time and time again, telling everyone with each goal that he was the King of the Bernabéu.

Now, he had done it again.

Facing Manchester City, their biggest opponent in the group stage, he scored twice in the first half.

As the first half was about to end, Manchester City's players seemed to not have recovered from their disappointment after the kickoff at the center circle.

Zabaleta's passing error was intercepted directly by Kroos near midfield!

Zhao Gang, who was still near the center circle, sprinted back with all his might.

If they conceded another goal, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Amidst the passionate shouts of the Bernabéu, Kroos delivered a long pass, finding C Luo.

Long passes weren't Kroos' specialty, but that didn't mean he couldn't do it.

C Luo received the ball and quickly cut inside towards the center.

Although Benzema was Real Madrid's center forward, at this time, he would usually choose to drift to the wing or act as a supporting point and cooperate with C Luo.

Willingly playing the role of a green leaf to set off the red flower.

Aguero and Zhao Gang had also had this kind of cooperation, but not often.

Zhao Gang chased back all the way, but a person couldn't be faster than the ball. The simple and efficient wall pass between Benzema and C Luo directly bypassed Fernandinho and the covering Otamendi.

C Luo had reached the edge of the penalty area, and Benzema's pass arrived perfectly at his feet.

At this moment, with no one blocking him, C Luo would never miss this opportunity.

When Stones stepped up to block, it was already too late.

Finding an opening, C Luo unleashed a shot!

This distance was within his range.

A powerful shot flew past Stones, heading towards the goal!

The Bernabéu fans all stood up, ready to cheer!

Bravo jumped up, and although he touched the ball, it was too powerful to stop!

Bang!!

Bravo's fingers touched the ball, missing by a hair's breadth. The ball slightly changed its trajectory and smashed directly into the post!

The fans throughout the Bernabéu held their heads in disbelief.

This ball was similar to Fernandinho's earlier shot.

Powerful, with enough angle, but just a little off!

"The goalpost has done a great service!" The Manchester City commentator's heart was about to jump out.

"Zabaleta, that pass was too casual. This is Real Madrid! You need to focus, focus, and focus again!"

Zidane took a deep breath on the sidelines. If this ball had gone in, Manchester City's morale would have been completely destroyed!

What a pity!

C Luo grimaced, clenched his fist, and waved it twice, somewhat annoyed.

He should have seized this opportunity!

Second chance!

The ball bounced directly out of the penalty area, and the Real Madrid and Manchester City players rushed towards it.

Zhao Gang, who had returned to defend, didn't have time to prevent the shot, but he rushed to the ball and stopped it with one foot, then turned and charged.

Real Madrid's defensive formation was somewhat scattered.

Zhao Gang, starting up, was like a black lightning bolt. Modric was stunned for a moment. Before he could reach out, Zhao Gang had already sped past him, heading straight for the center line.

Real Madrid's attacking players were also quickly retreating, and Casemiro, Ramos, and Varane in the backfield quickly organized their defense.

The two center backs observed the movements of the other Manchester City players. With Casemiro in front, they believed that even if Casemiro couldn't stop Zhao Gang, he could delay him long enough for the two fullbacks to return.

Casemiro lowered his center of gravity and maintained a certain distance from Zhao Gang, ready to intercept.

Before, Zhao Gang and Silva's cooperation had caused Casemiro a lot of trouble. This time, with Silva not yet rushing up, Casemiro was confident that he could stop Zhao Gang!

Zhao Gang, without slowing down at all, dribbled the ball past the center line, heading towards Casemiro's left, looking like he would break through on the left.

Casemiro was experienced and wouldn't be easily fooled. He maintained a certain distance. If Zhao Gang chose to break through, he would block his position.

If necessary, he would simply foul Zhao Gang!

"Casemiro's frontal defense against Zhao Gang!"

Casemiro lowered his center of gravity, which meant the center was wide open. The distance between his legs was too great. When Zhao Gang rushed up, he poked the ball with one foot, and it went directly between Casemiro's legs.

Real Madrid's two center backs had been observing the movements of the Manchester City players, preparing to intercept or block, and there was a considerable gap between them and Casemiro.

They never expected Zhao Gang to use this method to get past him.

Although the ball could pass through like that, the person basically couldn't.

Even if it meant a foul, Casemiro wouldn't let Zhao Gang appear in the gap behind him!

Zhao Gang kicked the ball forward. Casemiro knew that even if his teammates behind him started to cover, it would be difficult for them to be faster than Zhao Gang. So Casemiro made a decision. He stretched out his leg and crashed into Zhao Gang, who was trying to go past the ball and the man.

"Oh,/"

"He's still accelerating!"

"Zhao!!"

Varane instantly tensed up. What was this?

In a very short time, he had taken down both Casemiro and Ramos?

At that speed, how could he change his center of gravity so quickly?

And still control the ball within such a small range??

What kind of ball sense, what kind of technique was this?

Varane saw out of the corner of his eye that Aguero had already started to move. He stood between Aguero and Zhao Gang, preventing Zhao Gang from passing the ball. If Zhao Gang continued to break through, he would have no choice but to abandon Aguero and intercept Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang, who had charged through the defenses all the way along the center, looked back at Aguero.

Varane instantly judged that Zhao Gang was going to pass the ball.

Just as he was about to step forward to make Aguero offside, Zhao Gang suddenly slammed his foot into the ball.

The ball flew towards the goal.

Guardiola, who had been looking nervous the whole time, stretched his neck, widened his eyes, and his heart was about to jump out.

In the stands of the Bernabéu, Manchester City fans draped in flags stretched their necks and clenched their fists.

All the Manchester City fans, whether the few who had traveled to the Bernabéu or the majority watching in Manchester, fell silent at the same time, not even daring to move.

Afraid that their slightest movement would disturb Zhao Gang's breakthrough, disturb this violent shot from the heavens!