Clattenburg finally blew the whistle to end the first half.
After forty-seven minutes of play, the first half had finally ended.
Real Madrid were temporarily ahead 1–0 thanks to Yang Yang's goal in the fifth minute.
This was undoubtedly a very favorable result for Real Madrid. With a one-goal lead in hand, they could even say that they already had one hand on the Champions League trophy. Even so, no one dared let their guard down.
Everyone at Real Madrid was very familiar with and understood Atletico Madrid, and they knew exactly what kind of team Simeone had forged.
If Atletico Madrid were really so easy to defeat, they would never have made it through the semifinals. They might not even have been able to beat Barcelona in the quarterfinals. Yet the Mattress Makers had made it to the final. Why?
Because they were an unbreakable iron army!
Any team that underestimated or ignored this fact would fall before Atletico Madrid.
Moreover, when Yang Yang left the pitch, he deliberately glanced at the Atletico players' mental state. Clearly, none of them were taking the deficit too seriously. Perhaps they had prepared themselves long ago for conceding a goal.
The second half will be even harder! Yang Yang thought to himself.
Zidane stood on the sidelines to welcome the Real Madrid players as they came off the pitch. He hugged them one by one, praised their first-half performance, and then sent them into the tunnel.
"Thanks for the effort!" After Zidane hugged Yang Yang, the two put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked side by side toward the tunnel.
"Something feels strange," Yang Yang said with a frown.
"You noticed it too?" Zidane's brow was furrowed as well. "After Atletico conceded in the first half, they didn't show any