"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!"
"In the ninety-fourth minute, at the very end of the match, Yang Yang scored with a stunning direct free kick, netting a priceless winner for Real Madrid! Two-one—Real Madrid defeated Barcelona and took all three points!"
"Good God, this is simply unbelievable."
"Who could have imagined that Real Madrid, despite playing with one fewer man for more than half an hour, would break through Barcelona's goal at the crucial moment with Yang Yang's direct free kick and take all three points at home?"
"An upset! What an incredible upset!"
After seeing the direct free kick fly into Barcelona's goal, Yang Yang immediately sprinted toward the penalty area. He went straight around the wall, reached the inside of the goal line, scooped up the ball from the bottom of the net, hugged it to his chest, and quickly ran toward the stands.
As he raced along, everyone clearly saw Yang Yang pull open his jersey and stuff the ball inside, making him look as if he were pregnant. He ran straight to the area beneath the stand where his mother and Su Ye were, stretching both arms toward them.
The passion of more than eighty thousand Real Madrid fans exploded in an instant.
Everyone shouted themselves hoarse, throwing all their strength into cheering for Yang Yang on the field.
They all knew that Yang Yang was celebrating the imminent arrival of his first child.
In the Presidential Tribune, when Yang Yang scored that direct free kick, Florentino excitedly sprang out of his seat. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, so stunned that he even forgot to applaud.
Only after hearing the roar from the entire stadium did he come back to himself and begin clapping hard.
Zidane, Valdano, Redondo, and the others were no better. They were all deeply