"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"
"Another direct free-kick goal!"
"From Yang Yang!"
"What a brilliant direct free kick. It was taken so suddenly, and the angle was incredibly tricky."
"The slow-motion replay shows Vermaelen making a very obvious screening move, which distracted Atletico Madrid's players. Yang Yang's direct free kick flew straight through the opening he created and into the bottom-right corner of Atletico Madrid's goal. Absolutely brilliant!"
"One to nil! Yang Yang had changed the course of the match once again, breaking the deadlock."
After scoring from the direct free kick, Yang Yang sprinted toward the touchline and stopped in the corner area, embracing his friend Vermaelen as the Belgian defender came running toward him.
A single glance from the Belgian center-back had been enough for Yang Yang to understand.
The two had worked together for years and had long since developed perfect chemistry. Most of the time, a single glance was all it took for them to understand each other's intentions.
Yang Yang warmly embraced Vermaelen, then hugged each of his teammates who came running over to celebrate.
When it was Isco's turn, Yang Yang deliberately kept an arm around his shoulders as they walked back.
"Just like that. Play to your full strength and show them what makes you special. Let them suffer!"
Isco had grown more confident as the match went on, and he nodded firmly in agreement.
If Yang Yang and Zidane had asked him to do something else, he might not have done it well. But if they wanted him to play freely, to carry the ball forward without restraint and attack the opposition's defense, that was absolutely his strength. How could he refuse?
After Yang Yang had scored the opener for Real Madrid, the deadlock was completely broken.
Since the first leg had ended nil-nil,