In the 36th minute, Cicinho combined with Beckham on the right flank.
Beckham didn't have great burst on the wing, but Cicinho did; together, they worked surprisingly well.
Beckham sent in a waist-high cross, which Sevilla's Center Back headed clear to the edge of the box.
Zidane caught sight of Su Hang in his peripheral vision. He pivoted, cushioned the ball with his chest, and laid it off to him.
Boom!
Su Hang swung through with full power, unleashing an unbelievable long-range rocket.
The ball flew straight into the top corner.
"GOAL!"
"Real Madrid fans have seen this scene countless times!"
"It's Su Hang again! After scoring first in the Supercopa de España, he opens the scoring in the UEFA Super Cup too!"
"Zidane and Su Hang's chemistry is unreal—like they share the same mind."
"No wonder people call them the 'Su-Zidane Duo!'"
After scoring, Su Hang pulled Zidane toward the corner flag and signaled for a joint celebration.
The two leapt into the air, spun 180 degrees, and landed with a thunderous stomp—descending like gods.
"Siuuuuuu!"
The stadium went wild.
With Zidane on the pitch, Real Madrid might as well have been playing at home.
For Zidane, Monaco was no different from France—it was territory where his influence ran deep.
In the 39th minute, danger came again down the right.
Beckham received Cicinho's pass and delivered a diagonal 45-degree cross.
Van Nistelrooy leapt under pressure. The angle made a direct attempt risky, so he chose to flick the ball on.
If his instincts were right, Real Madrid's number nine—the so-called Left Winger—should be right behind him.
Thud!
As expected.
Van Nistelrooy flicked the ball, turned his head, and saw Su Hang rise for a powerful header, smashing it past the Sevilla keeper.
Van Nistelrooy immediately rushed over and hugged Su Hang.
"My god! That's insane! Absolutely insane!"
"Su Hang again! Two goals in three minutes! He's so hot I'm afraid he might explode!"
"Another assist from Van Nistelrooy to Su Hang—just like in the first leg of the Supercopa de España."
"It seems Van Nistelrooy has found his role at Real Madrid: serve the team's true finisher and deliver the final pass!"
Even Capello on the sidelines was stunned.
Su Hang's scoring ability was simply monstrous.
Honestly… could the entire team just defend and let Su Hang attack alone?
A one-goal lead, a three-goal lead—both still end in victory.
In the 44th minute, the madness continued.
Van Nistelrooy drifted wide on the left, and Su Hang cut inside. Zidane seized the moment and threaded a through ball into the channel.
Van Nistelrooy laid it off for the advancing Roberto Carlos, who crossed first time.
Su Hang stormed into the box, ready to contest the header.
But the moment he jumped, he was yanked down, unable to even reach the ball.
He raised both arms from the ground, signaling the foul.
Seconds later, the referee blew the whistle and pointed to the spot!
"Oh! Penalty! Su Hang wins a penalty inside the box!"
"No question—that's a clear penalty."
"Sevilla players are arguing, trying to get the referee to reconsider."
"Sergio Ramos rushed over, picked up the ball, gave it to Su Hang, and shoved away the Sevilla players trying to scuff the penalty spot."
"Sevilla surrounding the referee is just a distraction—the real goal is ruining the turf. Ramos knows his old club's tricks well."
"If this one goes in, Sevilla are basically finished!"
"Every fan knows exactly what this means for Real Madrid!"
Beep!
The whistle blew.
Su Hang approached the spot in a calm, steady walk.
No tricks—just raw power—driving the ball to the left side.
It was his favorite angle, the one he felt most natural with.
In martial arts: nothing is unbreakable, except speed.
Swish!
The ball zipped past the keeper's hand and rippled into the net.
Su Hang turned instantly, raising both arms to command the stadium's roar.
Zidane rubbed his bald head, tingling with shock.
Compared to last season, Su Hang's scoring ability had exploded.
Free from target-man duties, he was completely unleashed.
Real Madrid had released a beast.
From the stands, twenty thousand voices roared in unison:
"Five-Time Champions!"
"Five-Time Champions!"
"Five-Time Champions!"
And they weren't wrong.
With a 3–0 lead, Real Madrid could already begin celebrating their new achievement—the quintuple.
The Copa del Rey, La Liga title, the Champions League, the Supercopa de España, and now the UEFA Super Cup.
Real Madrid had won every trophy available to them this year.
And more—
Su Hang, Raúl, Sergio Ramos, Casillas, Salgado, and others had also won the World Cup, making them six-time champions individually.
"Unbelievable! An eight-minute hat-trick! Su Hang sets the fastest hat-trick record in UEFA Super Cup history!"
"A world-class strike, a poacher's header, a clinical penalty—he can score in every way!"
"He just scored five goals last match, and now he's scored another hat-trick! Eight goals in two games—Europe is terrified!"
"Prepare yourselves, football world: the greatest number nine on the planet is emerging!"
The commentators had completely lost their minds.
No one could stay calm watching such an outrageous scoring display.
Su Hang was dealing devastating damage.
Sevilla restarted play, standing in stark contrast to Real Madrid's blazing momentum.
In the 45th minute, just as Su Hang felt the game stabilize and began wondering how to score with other body parts, Alves cut him down with a flying tackle.
Su Hang hit the deck instantly, slapped his own head, and sighed.
He'd relaxed too much.
The gap between teams wasn't as big as people assumed. Even a second-tier team could overturn a giant like Real Madrid if they lost focus.
Su Hang had shown a moment of disrespect—holding the ball too long, lacking variation—and that's why he couldn't avoid Alves' tackle.
Naturally, Alves paid for it with a yellow card.
Beckham's free kick flew over the bar, and the first half ended.
The broadcast focused on Su Hang walking off the pitch. His right sock was torn, blood streaking down his leg from stud marks—minor injuries, but visible.
...
Inside Real Madrid's locker room, the team doctor confirmed that Su Hang had only suffered superficial abrasions on his right foot—nothing that would affect his ability to continue.