"Alright, let's see this interception in Real Madrid's midfield."
"Mascherano gives it to Kaka, who passes to Ibrahimovic, a diagonal ball in behind..."
"Yang Yang makes his run..."
The entire Bernabéu erupted in cheers at that moment, as if they had seen Yang Yang about to tear through Athletic Bilbao's defense with his usual lightning speed.
But the final result was that Yang Yang's burst was a beat too slow, and his speed had dropped as well. He failed to catch up with the ball.
"You can tell that this is Yang Yang's first appearance in over two months. He still hasn't found the rhythm of the match."
"Looking at the slow-motion replay of that sprint, his awareness was there. His body simply failed to keep up."
"Yang Yang has been on the pitch for over three minutes, but he still hasn't had a single chance to touch the ball."
"Athletic Bilbao have also been very cautious in defending him."
"Let's look at this attack. Marcelo comes up the left, receives the ball, and passes to Yang Yang..."
When Yang Yang received the ball and shook off Iraola, intending to cut inside with it, Amorebieta suddenly charged in and scythed both Yang Yang and the ball away, sending him tumbling to the ground. The entire Bernabéu Stadium erupted in a shocked cry.
That foul by Athletic Bilbao was rather fierce. It was also typical of the Basque Lions' style of play.
After rolling across the ground once, Yang Yang knelt on the grass and let out a heavy breath.
Athletic Bilbao had always played with great physicality, but they were not a brutal team. Their fouls were not aimed at hurting players. Amorebieta's challenge just now had been exactly that kind of tackle: he had tripped Yang Yang while going