How long did it take for one person's emotions to spread to more than eighty thousand people?
The answer was: so little time that it was unbelievable.
The moment the first Real Madrid fan turned around and looked up to see Yang Yang standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, his exclamation quickly spread to everyone around him. They soon followed his gestures and saw Yang Yang in front of the glass wall. One after another, more and more Real Madrid fans turned their gazes toward him.
In the end, even the live broadcast cameras were aimed at Yang Yang in the Royal Box, filming his entire figure onto the stadium's giant screen and allowing the more than eighty thousand Real Madrid fans at Bernabéu Stadium to see him.
At that moment, Yang Yang had clearly calmed down after his initial excitement. His expression carried unwillingness and frustration, along with some dissatisfaction and anger.
He had not returned to Bernabéu in a long time. Originally, he had wanted to come here and watch Real Madrid defeat Real Sociedad and smoothly escape their predicament. Unexpectedly, he had instead witnessed Real Madrid being humiliated by Real Sociedad at home.
If William Jesé had not been lacking in his ability to seize opportunities, Real Madrid would have suffered a humiliating three-nil defeat!
Even setting the score aside, Real Madrid's performance throughout the match had been lackluster.
Vinicius, Suarez, and Mbappé's attacking Trident up front had not looked satisfactory.
Marcelo's attacking contribution down the left had clearly diminished, while his defensive flaws had been exposed in full.
Even more frightening was the midfield. The competitive level of this Real Madrid midfield had practically plummeted in a straight line.
He was shocked and found it hard to believe. At the same time, he felt