Following Su Dong to Win Championships

Munich, Grünwald, southern suburbs.

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"

The excited, drawn-out cry of the commentator rang out from the home theater in the villa's living room.

Spanish commentators always let out a long cry like that whenever a goal was scored. It was highly distinctive.

On the hundred-inch television screen, Barcelona midfielder Iniesta, wearing the team's yellow away kit, tore off his shirt and sprinted out of the stadium in wild excitement, celebrating his crucial goal.

One-nil!

In the dying moments of the match, Barcelona had snatched victory from Chelsea!

In the living room, Su Dong could not help applauding and cheering for his former little brother after seeing Iniesta's goal.

"What a beautiful long-range strike!"

Pepe, Marcelo, Modrić, Mascherano, Neuer, Toni Kroos, and the other teammates also cheered.

Indeed, Iniesta's long-range strike had been beautifully taken. It had been a volley, leaving Chelsea goalkeeper Čech almost no time to react.

"If I'd been defending that shot, I probably wouldn't have managed it either. It came too suddenly, and the players in the box blocked a lot of my view." After repeatedly watching the entire goal on television, Neuer admitted it wholeheartedly.

In fact, as a goalkeeper, there was not much one could do against such a long-range strike.

A long-range strike was a bit like a penalty kick: saving it was a highlight, while failing to save it was simply fate.

"Actually, Chelsea's attack really had problems. Hiddink did strengthen their defense tonight, but their attack fell apart instead. They had so many chances, yet couldn't score a single one. That's really a pity." Modrić sighed, clearly surprised by Chelsea's situation.

Although Barcelona had controlled possession that night, Mourinho had actually been rather conservative as well.

He had not used Barcelona's strongest 4-3-3 formation, instead opting for something closer to a 4-4-2.