I Am Scouted by Real Madrid-Chapter 279 - 19: This, This, This!

"The match has reached the 17th minute!"

"Inter Milan has the ball."

"Passed to Ibrahimovic."

"A beautiful backheel pass."

"Cambiasso."

"Again?"

Ibrahimovic’s face no longer showed a "carefree" expression. During this time, he reevaluated Chen Zhong’s actions and confirmed that this was a tough opponent.

Before his teammate passed the ball, he had already observed Chen Zhong’s movements.

As long as he turned around, the opponent would use any "normal" way to take the ball from his feet.

But...

How can the thoughts of God be predicted by a mere mortal like you?

Facing the pass, Ibrahimovic directly used a backheel to pass the ball out, and when he wanted to turn around to taunt Chen Zhong, who was guarding him from behind, his face stiffened.

In his fantasy, Chen Zhong, who should have been standing behind him ready, had already anticipated his anticipation and was moving towards Cambiasso’s position.

Facing the aggressive Chen Zhong, Cambiasso had no intention of stopping the ball, immediately passing it to the feet of the onrushing Stankovic.

Chase!

Keep chasing!

Cambiasso thought with slight malice.

"Great teamwork!"

"Stankovic!"

"Broke into the penalty area, facing the goalkeeper."

"Hmm? Didn’t take the shot?"

"Oh no! Beautiful!"

Stankovic got a rare chance, and as he broke into Milan’s penalty area, at this moment, if he could blast the ball in, it would be a beautiful goal.

But Stankovic "hesitated."

In fact, it wasn’t hesitation, just adjusting to make sure he was "safe" before taking the shot.

But this adjustment ruined it.

Chen Zhong threw himself into a side tackle, destroying Stankovic’s shot, causing the Milan fans in the stands to cheer excitedly, while the Inter Milan fans were left frustrated.

"Well done! Chen!"

"Chen! Chen! Chen!!!"

"Ahhh! Why didn’t he just shoot, it was a perfect opportunity!"

"Just shoot!"

The stands showed a myriad of expressions, and after getting up, Chen Zhong immediately reflected.

This game, Milan’s defense must revolve around Chen Zhong to have a sliver of hope.

Compared to Inter Milan’s several threatening shots, Milan’s offense appeared very "soft," with hardly any decent shots, not even a corner kick.

Pato was completely lost against Inter Milan’s strong defense, and the opportunities that finally came were either destroyed, passed back, or resulted in weak "half-hearted" shots.

Inter Milan, with a stable defense, started to gradually increase the pressure on the attacking end.

Chen Zhong was like a red-hot "tough iron," refusing to be reshaped under Inter Milan’s heavy pounding.

"30 minutes into the game."

"The score is still 0:0."

"This is simply incredible."

"Many people would think Milan should have conceded by now."

"But Chen Zhong is the biggest obstacle to Inter Milan scoring."

"Yes."

"Inter Milan’s attack."

"Maicon charges forward, gets the ball."

Mourinho adjusted from the sidelines, and after realizing it was a bit hard to break through the middle, Inter Milan started trying to find openings from the wings.

Maicon got the ball on the right flank and quickly charged forward. Milan’s wings were like an unguarded highway, allowing this Brazilian to sprint freely.

"Maicon."

"Crosses the ball."

"Pass it inside!"

"Adriano."

"Chen Zhong is marking him."

The ball traced an arc, aiming for Adriano in the penalty area. Adriano reached the spot early—no, the position was pre-agreed upon.

Chen Zhong could only try to edge Adriano away.

The two tangled, and Chen Zhong gradually gained some advantage, yet the final result was...

"The ball is in!!!!!!"

"Adriano!!!!!!"

"He scored a beautiful... wait?"

"Hold on, Chen Zhong raised his arm, signaling a handball!"

Just as the commentator was ready to announce the goal, while Adriano ran towards the corner flag shouting and celebrating with teammates.

Chen Zhong clapped his hands vigorously and excitedly spoke to the referee: "Handball! That was definitely a handball!!!!"

"I saw it clearly, it was a handball!"

"Stay calm," the referee said to Chen Zhong. "I saw it clearly, I have my own judgment."

"It was a handball, I saw it!"

"Shut up!"

The referee confirmed the goal as valid and then showed Chen Zhong a yellow card.

The Inter Milan fans in the stands smiled and cheered, while the Milan fans booed.

"Oh dear!"

"Such situations are very rare."

"Chen Zhong paid for his lack of judgment."

"The referee confirmed his decision was correct."

"The goal stands."

"Yes, let’s look at the slow-motion replay."

"Ah, it was indeed a handball."

"But the referee didn’t see it..."

In the slow-motion replay, Chen Zhong had gradually gained some advantage; the two were tangled together.

And when the ball came, between the two, Adriano made it seem as if a fist had grown out of his head, nudging the ball into the goal.

Chen Zhong’s expression was extremely surprised.

Adriano, after scoring, immediately called his teammates for celebration.

This was undoubtedly a misjudgment.

"The referee will be under scrutiny for this decision after the game."

"But from this angle, no one can clearly see it."

"With two burly men mixed together, it’s hard to discern who is who."

"Perhaps we indeed should introduce VCR technology, which is currently being refined."

"Once implemented, it could significantly reduce such misjudgments."

The match continued, and Mourinho was in high spirits.

He wasn’t sure if his player had indeed handballed, but with Chen Zhong having a yellow card, it was definitely a good thing.

"People say Chen is a rational player."

"But just now..."

"He looked like an immature kid," Mourinho teased with a smile. "After all, he’s only 17!"

Compared to Mourinho’s ease, Ancelotti seemed less pleased.

The assistant coach brought over an electronic device, showing Ancelotti replays from other channels, clearly indicating that Adriano had indeed handballed.

But in that position, only Chen Zhong could see it.

Ancelotti didn’t want to talk much about watching replays live on the scene, but the bigger issue was how to turn the game around when the team was down by a goal.

"He’s dishonest, a vile little thief," Ancelotti muttered angrily, chewing his gum like it could be ground into pulp.

But what could he do?

He could only pin hopes on Ronaldinho.

Chen Zhong couldn’t be moved; he was Milan’s biggest guarantee for only conceding one goal.

The conceded goal...

Was a damned misjudgment!

The Inter Milan fans in the stands were happily shouting, singing, and booing.

The Milan fans looked anxious.

With Gattuso, Nesta, and Kaka absent, the current Milan was essentially an "old, weak, sick, and disabled" combination...

But this is a derby!

A derby means, even if we go down, we’ll make sure you’re covered in "F***ing" blood, and maybe take a tooth from you too.

"Header challenge."

"Chen Zhong heads the ball away."

"Milan’s counterattack."

"Ronaldinho with the ball."

"Mesmerizing footwork!"

"Here he comes again! The Brazilian magician!!!!"

In critical moments, heroes always step up.

And now...