They Scored Again!

Yang Yang stood where he was and watched with his own eyes as the ball curled behind the wall and into the goal guarded by Valdes. Only then did he turn around and sprint toward the sidelines. He raced all the way to the corner flag and slid on his knees, dragging two long trails across the grass. Finally, he leaped back to his feet by the touchline, clenched both fists, and roared furiously at the fans in the stands.

The spot where he stood faced the Real Madrid supporters. At that moment, they all excitedly rushed out of their seats, shouting and cheering down toward Yang Yang.

Behind him, Real Madrid's players chased after him one by one, surrounding Yang Yang in a tight circle.

"You bastard, you still wanted me to fight for the second ball? Where's the ball?" Ibrahimovic roared indignantly.

"My God, he actually scored from a free kick like that. Incredible!" Kaka exclaimed admiringly.

"What else can I say?" Robben admitted helplessly that he had been outclassed.

Ramos leaped directly onto Yang Yang's back, shouting excitedly beside his ear and venting his exhilaration. The Real Madrid defender had always been the most passionate player in the dressing room.

Although he could be a little childish at times, he was always the most energetic player on the team. He represented the traditional Juanito Spirit and fighting blood of Real Madrid, and was loved by the club's supporters.

Captain Casillas was also dancing excitedly in front of the goal, looking overjoyed.

One-nil. Real Madrid had taken the lead at Camp Nou!

Although their pre-match strategy of attacking aggressively from the start had fallen apart, Real Madrid's counterattacks were still extremely sharp, and they had created quite a few chances.

This time, Yang Yang had pierced Barcelona's goal