Culprit? Hero?

"Wow! What incredible quality on that long-range strike from Zizo!"

"No one expected Zizo to unleash a long shot after coming on!"

"Collet's pass was so clever—it fooled everyone!"

"He found the only gap in Barcelona's Frontcourt Pressing!"

"Real Madrid's substitution paid off immediately! If Collet keeps performing like this, he may well displace Hector from Real Madrid's starting midfield next season!"

Barcelona's hard-won momentum had been crushed once again.

On the sidelines, Guardiola scratched his head anxiously.

This was Barcelona's home ground.

If they lost this match, the next one would be even more hopeless.

According to calculations from all sides, this was Barcelona's best chance of winning among the three matches, with a probability as high as 27 percent!

That's right!

Real Madrid's chance of winning exceeded 60 percent!

There was another 13 percent chance of a draw.

Barcelona winning or drawing were both low-probability outcomes.

Barcelona would be in even worse shape next match, with authoritative platforms putting their chance of victory at around 15 percent!

And the match after that... 9 percent!

Barcelona had never had such miserable odds in all these years.

All anyone could say was that the Galacticos' dominance had become too deeply ingrained in people's minds.

"Mancini, come here!" Lu Yang beckoned to Mancini, signaling for him to move to center forward while Lu Yang shifted to left wing.

Mancini could play center forward.

Before Lu Yang joined Barcelona, Mateo had even played as a center forward.

Barcelona had always been rather casual about the center-forward position because of how much they ran.

In theory, they did not necessarily need a center forward.

It was only after Lu Yang joined that Guardiola altered the team's tactics for him, making center forward a regular position.

And Lu Yang could play on the wing