From Real Madrid to the Ballon d'Or

Chapter 1 -------- Opening King's Cup Final 　　"French Ballon d'Or Zida? You're soft as a noodle!" 　　"10,000-man Beck? What else do you have besides your face?" 　　"Portuguese King Figo? You're as slow as a turtle!" 　　"And you! So what's this about ...... Suhang? It's a shame for Real Madrid that you're on the roster for this match! It's the degradation of European soccer! It's the desecration of soccer by gold dollars!" 　　"You made us lose the only title we could have won this season!" 　　Inside the locker room, Real Madrid's manager, Ross, ranted and raged at a group of stars. 　　This is the scene of the 2003-2004 Copa del Rey final, Real Madrid versus Zaragoza. 　　No one could have imagined that Real Madrid, the Galacticos with three Ballon d'Or winners and six superstars, would be pushed to the brink of defeat by Zaragoza, the newly promoted team in La Liga. Real Madrid took the lead twice, but Zaragoza equalized twice and sent the game into extra time. 　　The shameful results of the season's four defeats have displeased the fans, and the Copa del Rey is the only trophy Real Madrid might get this season. 　　In short, this is a game that Real Madrid cannot afford to lose. 　　In the face of the manager's angry scolding, no one dared to refute. 　　Until a water bottle exploded. 　　Corner, low head Suhang got up and shook off the water stains on his hand: "How you scold others I don't care, but I'm just a substitute who didn't go on the field, the loss of the game can still be blamed on my head?" 　　"In competitive sports, dish is the original sin." 　　"If you lose, you have to admit it!" 　　Suhang was clear that because of his old man's sponsorship of the team to get him into the big list of the game, Ross had been extremely dissatisfied with him. 　　The identity of the relationship, subject to criticism he admitted. But letting him, a person who didn't even have a chance to play, take the blame for the loss of the game, he didn't accept it. 　　"What did you say?" After a brief moment of surprise, Ross gritted his teeth and said, "Good for you! You thought I was bound to go down, didn't you?" 　　"You're finished, boy! This time, no matter how much money your father sponsors Real Madrid, I'm going to kick you out of the Real Madrid youth team!" 　　"Get out! You don't deserve to be in this locker room! You trashy player ...... This sentence even insults the words player and trash at the same time!" 　　Ross was in full quality. 　　But the next moment, there was another loud bang. 　　Suhang rushed over and pressed Ross against the closet. 　　Since he had already offended Rose, and the future of his player career was uncertain, he simply vented his, and his teammates', dissatisfaction. 　　"Do you have to find the guilty party from this locker room when you lose a game?" 　　"When Makelele left the team at the last minute last summer, didn't you think Real Madrid would have this day?" 　　"Blame who?" 　　"Blame Florentino for paying other stars a whopping six or seven million euros, but not a measly four million for Makelele!" 　　"Do you dare to spray Florentino?" 　　"You don't dare!" 　　Suhang's series of questions dumbfounded Rose. 　　Zida's pupils shrunk. 　　Sharp! 　　Too sharp! 　　Hiss! 　　The locker room was in an uproar. 　　These words had been held in everyone's hearts for a long time, but no one had dared to actually say them. 　　Because in this team, the people who questioned team president Florentino have all been kicked out. 　　Bosco, Yero, Makelele ...... whatever you are the manager or team captain! 　　The atmosphere in the locker room dropped to freezing point. 　　It wasn't until Suhang slowly let go of Ross that everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. 　　Of course, everyone knew in their hearts that he who angrily sprayed manager Ross would not be spared the fate of being kicked out of the team. 　　Alas, it's a pity! 　　...... 　　The unpleasantness in the locker room didn't affect the progress of the game, Suhang still appeared on the bench. 　　"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back, here is the extra time match between Real Madrid and Zaragoza in the Copa del Rey final of the 2003-2004 season." 　　As the live host chimed in, the battle started again. 　　"In the 112th minute, Zaragoza's star striker David ... scored a crucial goal to help his team overtake Real Madrid three to two, and is just one step away from taking home the Copa del Rey!" 　　"The players are now back on the pitch and the game continues." 　　"Real Madrid still has eight minutes to rewrite the score, can Real Madrid hold on to the dignity of the giants, everyone stay tuned." 　　Suhang is also observing the game, although this may be the last eight minutes of the game in Real Madrid and even the whole soccer career, he still hope that the team can win. It has nothing to do with his own contradictions with Ross, just because he is really love soccer, love this great competitive sport. 　　The 118th minute. 　　Real Madrid striker Pollo went down, the team doctor entered to check and shook his head at Rose. 　　Pollo was unable to stay in the game. 　　Rose turned his head to look at the only substitute striker in the bench, and a glint flashed in his eyes. 　　Suhang had an ominous feeling. 　　"Suhang, prepare to play!" 　　Sure enough, Ross opened his mouth and named him. 　　The surrounding players were stunned. 　　Suhang was even harder as if he had eaten rat poison. 　　When he had just sprayed Ross in the locker room, he was indeed spirited, but he was still self-aware of his kicking skills. 　　Joking aside, how can I play in the Copa del Rey final when I can't even understand how to play in a youth team match? 　　Is this to lynch me in front of the world's fans? 　　Suhang had to admire Ross for being ruthless and cruel enough. 　　But ...... using a King's Cup as the price to humiliate me, is it worth it? 　　Ross looked at Suhang, eyes full of disdain: "What? Don't dare?" 　　"Apologize to me if you don't dare to go up and kick." 　　"Not the verbal sorry kind." 　　"I want you to write a 10,000 word review to me, aren't you Chinese always good at this ......" 　　Bang! 　　Suhang took off his replacement undershirt and slammed it on the ground, and walked towards the field without looking back, "Dao Nima! Kick it, big deal, we all die together!" 　　He was truly aroused by the bloodlust, not just for himself, but also for the color of his skin. 　　I am the son of the Yellow Emperor, the male child of China, what is there to fear? 　　On the sidelines, the fourth official raised the substitution sign. 　　No. 11 Pollo was replaced. 　　No. 24 Suhang was replaced. 　　After a short silence, boos rose from the field. 　　"Who is this?" 　　"Suhang, a Real Madrid youth trainee who is still playing in the U16 at the age of 18." 　　"Fark! Tell me this isn't real! This is the Copa del Rey final!" 　　"Pollo is already trashy enough, this Suh is 10,000 times more trashy than Pollo!" 　　"It's just outrageous! Is Ross involved in gambling? He must be investigated after the match!" 　　"Get Ross and this Suhang out of Madrid!" 　　Real Madrid fans were frantically bursting into foul language. 　　But their anger couldn't change anything. 　　As Suhang entered the stadium, the match continued. 　　"Ding! You participated in an official match, activating the Ballon d'Or system and obtaining the moment card 'Cristiano Rona 2016'!"