"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"
"Yang Yang!! The great Yang Yang!!!"
"He was like a god descending suddenly into the mortal world. In the eighty-ninth minute of the match—the very last minute—he unleashed an astonishing long-range shot that pierced Barcelona's goal and brought Real Madrid level."
"My God, this is simply unbelievable!"
"I can hardly believe my eyes. At the very end, Yang Yang broke through Barcelona's goal with an incredibly bizarre long-range shot, leveling the score for Real Madrid once again—two to two!"
"I can't put my feelings into words right now, but I can say this: I want to kneel before Yang Yang in worship!"
"He's a god! An omnipotent god!"
After scoring, Yang Yang was first overcome with wild joy. Then he turned and sprinted toward the sideline, waving both hands all the way.
He was asking all the Real Madrid fans who had come to the stadium for their applause and their passion.
Real Madrid's players went completely berserk and chased after Yang Yang one after another.
Marcelo was the first to reach him. He leaped straight onto Yang Yang's back, rushed toward the sideline, and celebrated this decisive final strike with abandon.
That was a goal that had saved their lives!
With this goal, the score was two to two. Even if the match ended like this, Real Madrid could still defeat Barcelona in extra time. It was as good as saving Real Madrid's life!
Could there be anything more crucial than a goal like this at the very end?
In the stands, Real Madrid chairman Florentino and Valdano had originally been sitting calmly, utterly unfazed even after conceding a second goal, even if Mount Tai collapsed before them. But when Yang Yang scored, they suddenly sprang from their seats.
It wasn't just them. UEFA president Platini,