"This could very well be Real Madrid's last dangerous attack of the match."
"Yang Yang will take this free kick."
"Look, he's starting his run-up."
The emotions of more than eighty thousand Real Madrid fans throughout the Bernabéu Stadium were all being pulled along by Yang Yang. It was as if every step Yang Yang took on the pitch landed directly on their hearts, jolting them like an electric shock.
Very soon, Yang Yang had reached the ball. He planted his left foot, leaned his body, and struck out with his right foot like a bolt of lightning.
All that could be heard was a thud. The entire stadium fell deathly silent. Nobody dared blink as everyone fixed their eyes on the ball.
But the ball was moving too fast—so fast that even with all their attention focused on it, they still could not see it clearly.
They could vaguely make out the wall leaping high, but the ball sailed over it, curled along a beautiful arc, and almost grazed the angle between the crossbar and the right post before crashing into Real Sociedad's goal.
Clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation!
Goalkeeper Claudio Bravo did not even have time to react.
The ball was in!
"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"
"Good heavens, did you see that? Did you see that?"
"Yang Yang scored!!!"
"At this crucial moment, Yang Yang has scored directly from a free kick!"
"Four-three! Four-three! Four-three!!"
"Yang Yang! Great Yang Yang! Long live Yang Yang!"
As the stadium commentator screamed himself hoarse, his voice finally breaking, Yang Yang swiftly turned and sprinted out across the pitch. He ran along the Bernabéu's South Stand, pointing from afar at the fans in the stands.
In an instant, all eighty thousand-plus Real Madrid fans surged out of their seats. They