Football: What Happened To Going To The Nightclub? I Have To Score

Cardiff, the capital of Wales, part of the United Kingdom.

The city has a population of nearly 500,000 and covers an area of 190 square kilometers, about the size of three and a half Tongliao cities.

On the day of the Champions League final, almost every resident heard the roar from the city center—echoing up to the sky!

"What's going on?"

"It's probably the Champions League final today."

"It's a shame we couldn't get tickets. The square is full, too."

"Wait, was that a goal? Real Madrid? Did Bale score?"

Gareth Bale has been Wales' football icon since Ryan Giggs. In fact, many Welsh people support Real Madrid.

"No, it's Chelsea! The Chinese player scored!"

"It's him? I've got to see this!"

As soon as they heard Su Luo had scored, even those who hadn't planned on watching the match turned on their TVs.

If you asked anyone on the streets of the British Isles who the most famous Chinese person was, apart from historical figures like Confucius or Genghis Khan, the most recognized name would probably be Su Luo.

With his world-class scoring ability and elegant playing style, Su Luo has won over many neutral fans.

In the 28th minute of the first half of the Champions League final, Su Luo's goal marked the game's first climax!

Fans from around the world tuned in—interest in the match rivaled even that of a World Cup final!

Even in North America, where football isn't as popular, more than 135 million people were watching the UEFA Champions League final—surpassing the Super Bowl, which is often called the "North American Spring Festival Gala!"

Replays of Su Luo's goal flooded the broadcasts, showing how he dribbled past Modric and Casemiro, breaking into the Real Madrid defense with unstoppable force.

"At this moment, Su Luo is like Zhao Zilong, riding a white horse with a silver spear at Changbanpo!" said He Wei, the commentator on CCTV.

"He's become like the legendary warrior Guan Yu, charging through thousands of soldiers and striking down the enemy! Even the generals on imperial horses can't stop him!"

He Wei's commentary blended football with historical Chinese references, drawing on stories from the "Three Kingdoms" era.

"Zidane must be fuming. Did he make a tactical error? No, his tactics are sound!"

"Is it Real Madrid's defense? No, Modric and Casemiro were paying attention to Su Luo, and Varane didn't make any mistakes."

"But this is a superstar who transcends the ordinary!"

"Su Luo has the ability to change the course of the game single-handedly!"

"Chelsea is now fully in control! After taking the lead, they're playing even more aggressively!"

"Real Madrid's composure has been shattered by Su Luo! They're making mistakes all over the midfield and defense!"

Chelsea seized the momentum, pressing high and not allowing Real Madrid any breathing room.

He Wei's voice rose with excitement. His face flushed, and his heart was probably racing, but his professionalism as a commentator kept him calm enough to explain the action for fans back home.

Meanwhile, commentators in Spain, Italy, and Germany were shouting.

"Real Madrid is being completely overwhelmed by Chelsea! Su Luo is truly a superstar, a gift from our Bundesliga who has single-handedly turned the tide!"

"Real Madrid looks lost after conceding! Could it be that one man will end the reign of the La Liga giants? Ronaldo! Where's Cristiano Ronaldo?"

"This is your moment to shine!"

"This final is fantastic. These two teams represent the highest level of the season. If Juventus were here, they'd be getting crushed!"

"Su, the captain of China, Chelsea's No. 7! He's orchestrating dangerous attacks against Real Madrid from both flanks!"

Zhang, another Chinese commentator, analyzed the match passionately.

"Now Chelsea is controlling possession and pressing high—they're not just sitting back and counterattacking."

"This is exactly the right approach. If they don't give Real Madrid space to breathe, they'll force them into mistakes."

"And if Su Luo finds even one of those mistakes..."

Before Zhang could finish his thought, Chelsea found an opening!

"Su Luo moves to the right, breaking through Marcelo! Real Madrid's defense is rushing to cover!"

"Varane, Casemiro, Modric... Ramos and Kroos are all coming to help!"

"Can Su Luo see it?"

"He passes! Even while double-teamed by three players, he lifts the ball over them delicately!"

"Ajar is wide open! Take the shot!"

Real Madrid fans felt their hearts drop.

On the pitch, Ronaldo's mind went blank, and even Keylor Navas, Real Madrid's goalkeeper, was ready to concede.

But Ajar's shot was blocked by Carvajal's foot—it deflected and hit his hand.

Navas took advantage of the confusion and grabbed the ball, ending the attack. Chelsea had just missed a golden opportunity!

"Hey! That was a handball!" Ajar immediately raised his hand, protesting Carvajal's handball in the penalty box.

Lukaku, on the other side, joined in, pressuring the referee.

"He definitely handballed it! I saw it clearly! That's a foul!"

But the referee, Felix Brych, barely glanced at Lukaku.

"Quiet! I'm making the call!" he said sternly, while communicating with the linesman through his earpiece. Finally, Brych crossed his arms and pointed toward the Chelsea goal—Real Madrid's possession!

Zhan Jun, another commentator, was shocked.

"Huh? No foul? It's still Real Madrid's ball? This decision is definitely controversial."

Slow-motion replays clearly showed the ball hitting Carvajal's wrist. His hands were outstretched, making his defensive area larger.

However, the referee's decision might have been based on the fact that the ball bounced off Carvajal's foot before hitting his hand, which can be ruled unintentional.

"Are you blind?!" Ajar shouted angrily.

He had been so close to scoring, to proving his worth in front of Real Madrid's president, Florentino Pérez. A summer transfer to Real Madrid and achieving his dreams felt within reach—until Carvajal's suspected handball denied him.

Frustrated, Ajar rushed toward the referee to argue.

Brych, however, wasn't having it. He raised his hand and gave Ajar a yellow card.

"Watch your tone! Or I'll give you a red!"

Ajar was so furious that he almost swore at the referee in German, but Su Luo quickly stepped in and pulled him away.

"You're usually more composed. What's gotten into you today?" Su Luo asked.

Ajar took a deep breath, looking at Su Luo with mixed emotions. Normally, he was calm and collected, never one to challenge the referee or demand the ball like Ronaldo. He was known for setting up his teammates and relishing moments of brilliance on the pitch. But Su Luo's presence and pressure were getting to him.

"Don't worry, I know," Su Luo said, calming him down as they both returned to their positions.

With the game restarting, Real Madrid finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Chelsea kept pushing hard, but it wasn't easy to press the entire time. Both teams were trading attacks and defenses.

While maintaining a solid defense, both sides were testing each other as much as possible.

The game looked good, but neither goalkeeper faced any real threats.

For Real Madrid, Ronaldo demanded the ball but hesitated to shoot on several occasions.

Meanwhile, Lukaku squandered two golden opportunities created by Su Luo.

If Ajar struggled with living in Su Luo's shadow, Ronaldo was outright furious.

Su Luo's goal had completely fired him up, causing him to lose focus.

"If the match ends like this, people will only talk about Su Luo. No one will remember those who lost," Ronaldo thought to himself, the desire for recognition pushing him too far.

On the sidelines, Zidane could barely contain his frustration.

"What are you doing?! Pass the ball!" Zidane shouted, his anxiety growing as the team struggled.

Real Madrid was behind, and Zidane knew that the longer they waited, the stronger Su Luo would become.

If Real Madrid wanted any chance, they had to equalize before halftime.

"Please, God! Just give me a little miracle," Zidane silently prayed, at a loss for tactical solutions.

Meanwhile, the game continued, and as it approached the 40th minute, the score remained 1–0 in Chelsea's favor.

Commentator Zhang Lu couldn't stop praising Chelsea and Su Luo.

"Su Luo is thinking two steps ahead—he's practically seeing the game from a coach's perspective."

"His football IQ is truly something special."

"Look at this play. Real Madrid tries to advance, but Chelsea's defense cuts them off immediately."

"Kroos on the left, Modric on the right, neither has an easy option. Casemiro has no choice but to pass back to Varane. A half-second slower, and Casemiro would've had to send it wide."

"This pass is brilliant! Absolutely perfect!"

Su Luo quickly transitioned from defense to offense, and after receiving the ball from Kante, he didn't stop it. Instead, with his back to the goal, he spun and volleyed it with his right foot!

The ball sailed 25 meters through the air and landed perfectly at Ajar's feet.

"Chelsea is on the counterattack! Real Madrid's defense is wide open!"

Ramos was panicking.

Carvajal was still tracking back, leaving only Ramos and Varane in the backline.

Meanwhile, six Chelsea players were charging forward!

Real Madrid's defense was in serious trouble.

Luckily, Casemiro's defensive instincts kicked in. Sprinting 40 meters, he slid in for a tackle from behind, determined to stop the pass to Ajar—even if it meant committing a foul.

Ajar had his head up, seeing Lukaku and Su Luo flanking him.

"Give it to me!" Lukaku called out, and Ajar prepared to pass.

But suddenly, a huge force slammed into Ajar's supporting foot—Casemiro had tackled the ball!

Ramos cleared it with a powerful kick.

"Ajar is down! What's the referee saying? Wait, he hasn't blown the whistle?" He Wei, the commentator, was puzzled.

It seemed Casemiro had gotten to the ball first, so the referee didn't call a foul. He awarded a throw-in to Chelsea.

Chelsea players were furious, but with time ticking away, Marcos Alonso quickly threw the ball back to Ajar, who was back on his feet.

Real Madrid's defense hadn't fully reset yet—there was still a chance!

But Ajar, still shaken from the earlier tackle, struggled to control the ball. Casemiro pounced, sticking a foot out and winning it back.

Frustrated, Ajar grabbed Casemiro by the collar and shoved him to the ground!

The referee, Felix Brych, wasn't about to let that go.

"Uh-oh," Su Luo muttered, sensing the trouble.

The entire Chelsea team rushed to plead with the referee, but it was too late.

Ronaldo was already by the referee, signaling for a card.

Sure enough, Brych reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a yellow card. Then, from his trouser pocket, he produced a red card!

"What?! Just as Chelsea had the upper hand, Ajar has been sent off with two yellows turned into a red!" the commentator exclaimed.

"Now Chelsea will be playing with one man down!"

In a Champions League final, even the smallest shift can change everything.

Being a player short could mean Chelsea's collapse.

Real Madrid, sensing the opportunity, grinned. Zidane, Ronaldo, Ramos—all of them knew this was their moment.

"Now it's our turn," Ronaldo whispered to himself.

Chelsea players stood in shock. Conte was devastated.

But Su Luo remained calm, quietly calculating.

"Unfair?" Su Luo thought, his expression steady.

"Maybe this will help fuel our fire... If anything, this could give me the perfect opportunity to shine under pressure."

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