The Stadium's Great Uproar, Terrifying South American Football!

[Holy shit, that felt so damn good! That goal was insane! That idiot on the other side went in for a tackle and ended up taking himself out instead!]

[This is way too ridiculous! What the hell is this guy made of? That body of his—nobody else can even play against that!]

[This is exactly the kind of violence we need! We Chinese are too soft when we're abroad, so we always get bullied. In North America, even Black people bully us Chinese—just think about it!]

[Hahaha, look how pissed those River Plate fans are. This feels so damn good!]

[Exactly! So violent! A hat trick, all pure blast shots! He practically shot their goalkeeper to tears!]

[It'd be such a waste if he doesn't go to one of the big five leagues. With that physique, he'd definitely score five in the Premier League!]

Inside Titan Sports Weekly's livestream room, countless Chinese fans watched Su Bai standing at Monumental Stadium, repeatedly slapping the air, and cheered in delight!

For Chinese fans, football had always been an eternal pain in their hearts.

Whenever football was mentioned, even those dirt-poor little countries in South America were figures they could only look up to.

Meanwhile.

Inside a VIP box in the Monumental Stadium stands.

Ravitch furiously pounded the tempered glass in front of him.

"Damn it! A red card! Why wasn't that a red card for such a foul? My player is injured!"

"Trash!!!"

"Trash!!!"

After raging for quite a while, Ravitch finally calmed down.

He made a phone call.

Sure enough, just as he had expected, Romero had suffered a torn cruciate ligament and was out for the season.

Ravitch collapsed onto the sofa in despair.

Concerned about his player?

No!!!

Ravitch had never cared whether those damn poor players lived or died.

What enraged him was that the five million euros already within his grasp were about to slip away.

For those five million euros, he had even sent Lisa, whom he normally couldn't bear to let entertain anyone, over to them.

And in the end, he got nothing!

"Mr. Hanks, River Plate still has plenty of talented players. What do you think of Chiarini? He's pretty quick too. He can play both in midfield and on the wing!"

Seeing that Romero was finished, Ravitch immediately began pitching someone else.

But Hanks, standing before him, was still watching the match through the glass.

His gaze remained fixed on the Asian kid who had taken out Romero.

On the pitch!

The match continued!

But the 4-1 scoreline had completely crushed River Plate's morale.

They couldn't understand why, despite having an extra man, they had conceded two more goals in the second half.

Especially that number 45 youngster—he was like some kind of freak.

They couldn't even bring him down with tackles.

In the seventy-fifth minute of the match.

Still attempting to bombard Boca Juniors with high balls, River Plate finally got their best opportunity.

After drifting out wide, Chiarini, the team's core, suddenly sent a diagonal cross from forty-five degrees into the penalty area.

River Plate striker Boye rose high and powered a header toward goal.

It was an excellent header.

But just as the ball was about to cross the line, Boca Juniors' guardian Roberto Abbondanzieri soared into the air and palmed it over the end line.

On the sidelines, Xie Luotuo was scared out of his wits.

If that ball had gone in, River Plate might still have had one final chance to struggle desperately.

But now!!!

That header also served as a warning to Boca.

Over the next ten-odd minutes, Boca Juniors dug in stubbornly in their own half.

River Plate threw everything into their attacks, but still could not break through Boca's goal.

Finally!

As the ninety minutes came to an end, the referee blew the final whistle.

"They won!!!"

"Boca Juniors had secured a perfect victory at their archrivals' Monumental Stadium, thanks to Su Bai's hat trick and a brilliant assist!"

"What a roller-coaster of a match!"

"Even with one man down, Boca did not let victory slip through their fingers!"

"Su Bai—this sixteen-year-old youngster—had truly made a name for himself across South America this time!"

At that moment!

Xie Luotuo dropped to his knees on the turf in excitement the instant the whistle sounded.

He clenched both fists and raised them high into the air.

Almeida could not help but throw his arms around Xie Luotuo as well.

To perform like this at Monumental Stadium meant that, at least this season, Boca could hold their heads high.

The Boca fans in the stands were so excited that they began setting off flares.

Over and over, they sang Boca Juniors' anthem!

However!

The good times did not last.

Seeing Boca celebrate so brazenly in their own stadium, on top of their team's crushing defeat, the enraged River Plate fans suddenly charged at the Boca supporters like madmen.

The two sides immediately descended into a brawl.

And it was not just in the stands.

Quite a few radical River Plate fans even rushed at the security personnel by the sidelines, trying to storm the pitch.

That terrified the Boca players.

Su Bai was right beside the players' tunnel. Seeing that things were going south, he did not hesitate for a second before bolting straight into it.

Sure enough!

Before long, furious River Plate fans flooded onto the pitch in droves.

The entire stadium descended into complete chaos.

Fortunately, security held the players' tunnel firmly and did not let the crazed River Plate fans rush in.

Otherwise, Boca's few dozen people would have been no match for those furious supporters.

"This is actually a very common sight in South American football!"

"Especially in derbies between Boca and River Plate—almost every match sees fans from both sides injured or even killed in fights!"

"In South America, the football culture is beyond anything we can imagine!"

"Even if they are too poor to afford food, they will still save up money to buy tickets for their beloved team's matches!"

"Alright, let's take a look at the post-match statistics!"

"River Plate held an overwhelming advantage in possession, with 67%!"

"They had twelve shots in total and scored one goal!"

"Boca Juniors, meanwhile, had seven shots and scored four goals!"

"Of those seven shots, Su Bai alone accounted for four!"

"Four shots, three goals—that is absolutely elite efficiency!"

"And I just checked the information. Su Bai is genuinely of Chinese descent, but because his forefathers went to Argentina to do business long ago, he holds Argentine nationality!"

"There are less than six months until the FIFA U-20 World Cup, and Argentina's qualification situation is now hanging by a thread. With performances like Su Bai's, Argentina's youth national team will definitely call him up immediately!"

In the livestream, Huang Jianxiang watched Su Bai's match highlights and praised him without reservation.

But the moment he said that, the livestream exploded!

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[What? Go to the Argentina national team? How the hell can that be? He's Chinese—what's he doing playing for Argentina?]

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[Exactly! Even if you have Argentine nationality, you should switch it back and join our national team! The Football Association would definitely fast-track it for you!]

[Don't even think about it. It's extremely hard to get naturalized in China—unless you've made some major contributions, they won't allow it!]

[Alright, alright, guys, can you stop messing with Su Bai? He's got Argentina's youth national team, and the U-20 World Cup. Isn't that good enough? Play for China's senior national team? Go back and prepare for the 2018 World Cup? Wait five years?]

[Hahaha, the guy above is savage. But it's true—we were eliminated ages ago, and we were the first team to start preparing for the World Cup after next!]

[If he can't join the senior national team, he can join the youth national team. Doesn't the youth team still have matches?]

[Bro, what do you think Su Bai could even do if he joined our youth national team? Do you know what level our youth team is at? Besides, we've already been eliminated from the U-20 World Cup too. What, would he come here just to wait five years? Five years from now, Su Bai would apparently still be twenty-one, so he'd still be age-eligible!]

Watching the fans discuss it in the livestream, Huang Jianxiang could only shake his head helplessly.

In his view, rather than coming to this cesspool and slowly sinking with it, Su Bai was better off staying in Argentina. Next year was the World Cup. Maybe this kid could represent the Chinese people and touch the World Cup Trophy, something generations of them had never been able to reach!

Even if he won it with Argentina, it would still prove that Chinese people could play football well!