The moment the referee pointed to the penalty spot, the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium fell silent. Over 70,000 pairs of eyes stared at the penalty spot, and the atmosphere was so tense that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard clearly. Everyone's breathing seemed to stop at this moment, and tension and anticipation intertwined in the air, forming an indescribable sense of oppression.
Against this backdrop, Pato stepped up to the penalty spot. The Brazilian Golden Boy's eyes shone with determination. He took a deep breath, steadying his emotions.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Pato did not choose a conventional shooting method, but instead scored with an imaginative Panenka penalty. He cleverly used the instep of his foot to gently chip the ball, like an elegant spoon drawing a graceful arc in the air, then accurately placing it into the top left corner of the goal.
The moment the goal was scored, Villarreal's players seemed to break free from their restraints, their suppressed emotions from the entire match erupting like a volcano! Pato, the Brazilian Golden Boy, was almost frantic with excitement. He charged towards the corner flag like a lion escaped from its cage, with an unstoppable momentum. His eyes gleamed wildly, as if he wanted to ignite the entire stadium!
At the same time, Villarreal's other players, like ignited powder kegs, rushed towards Pato, celebrating the penalty wildly with him.
Lin Feng leaped up, directly jumping onto Pato's back, slapping his back vigorously, as if pouring all his joy and excitement into him.
The fans' emotions were also completely ignited. They surged like a frenzied tide, constantly letting out deafening cheers and screams.
On the sidelines, on Villarreal's bench, all the substitute players and Coach Escribá seemed to have been injected with an adrenaline rush. They celebrated the goal wildly. Escribá, who had been extremely anxious before, finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tension and anxiety completely gone, replaced by excitement and pride.
"We did it! We really did it!" Coach Escribá shouted excitedly, tears glistening in his eyes—tears of excitement, emotion, and most of all, affirmation of his players' excellent performance.
The substitute players were also infected by the Head Coach's passion. They all waved their fists and shouted loudly, celebrating the hard-won victory. At this moment, they were like a big family, sharing the joy and glory of victory together.
On Real Madrid's bench, Zidane's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his gaze was like a knife, clearly extremely dissatisfied with the match's result.
He had led Real Madrid to a triumphant run in La Liga this season, with nothing but victories and no draws. However, the result of today's match broke that record, which naturally made him agitated.
He impatiently reached up and touched his smooth scalp, a gesture that seemed to have become a habit when he was thinking. Then, he decisively stood up and gave instructions to the substitute players. Vázquez and Asensio quickly got up and started warming up, preparing to replace Bale and J-Rod.
At the urging of the referee, Villarreal's players snapped out of their dream, retreating from the jubilant corner flag area and returning to their own half, ready for the next phase of the match.
They were very satisfied with the score they had just achieved, as they were facing Real Madrid, who had almost all their main players on the field. For Villarreal, being able to come away from this match with a valuable goal was undoubtedly a completely acceptable outcome.
Back in the game, when the referee blew the whistle to restart play, Lin Feng gradually calmed down from his previous excitement. As a defender, he knew that at this moment, he had to remain calm and focused, otherwise, being too excited could allow the opponent to find weaknesses and counter-attack.
After the restart, Real Madrid's players, like enraged lions, pressed forward with their entire team, vowing to regain control of the match. Their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if they wanted to completely devour Villarreal.
In the final moments of the match, Real Madrid's players were willing to pay any price to change the draw into a victory.
Real Madrid's offense was as fierce as a storm, launching wave after wave of attacks, trying to break Villarreal's defense.
Real Madrid's players began to get anxious, knowing that time was running out and they had to score quickly.
Throughout the match, Villarreal's defense was like a solid barrier, leaving Real Madrid's players helpless. The tacit cooperation of Lin Feng, Pau Torres, and Ruiz, in particular, became a major highlight of the team's defense.
With the referee's final whistle, the match officially ended. Villarreal's players erupted in cheers. They had successfully taken a point from the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium, which was the best reward for their tenacious defense and united struggle. Head Coach Escribá's face brightened, his tense nerves finally relaxed, and a rare smile appeared on his face.
Meanwhile, Real Madrid's Head Coach Zidane walked over with a grim expression. He was clearly disappointed and dissatisfied with the draw, but he still maintained his professionalism, shaking hands with Escribá symbolically.
"Congratulations, you played very well today," Zidane said with a slightly stiff smile.
Escribá responded, "Thank you, you too. It was a great match, and we all gave our best."
The two gently patted each other's shoulders, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then Zidane turned and walked back to the player's tunnel. His back looked somewhat lonely and heavy, clearly indicating that this draw had put considerable pressure on him.
Escribá, on the other hand, remained on the sidelines. He high-fived and embraced each Villarreal player, expressing his admiration and encouragement for their performance. His face was beaming with a happy and proud smile, as if the glory of this moment belonged to each and every one of them.
"You did very well, I am proud of you," Escribá said excitedly.
When the final whistle blew, Lin Feng immediately recognized Cristiano Ronaldo in the chaotic player's tunnel. He straightened his jersey, then strode towards Cristiano Ronaldo, a confident smile on his face.
"Cristiano Ronaldo, I am Lin Feng, from Villarreal," Lin Feng extended his hand, his voice firm and strong.
Cristiano Ronaldo looked up, his gaze lingering on Lin Feng for a few seconds. He nodded, a hint of an approving smile on his face: "I know you, Lin Feng. You played very well on the field."
Lin Feng felt Cristiano Ronaldo's recognition and a surge of excitement in his heart. He did not show excessive humility but responded directly: "Thank you, Cristiano Ronaldo. I also admire your skills. Can I exchange jerseys with you?"
Upon hearing this, a flicker of appreciation appeared in Cristiano Ronaldo's eyes. He took off the number 7 jersey, a symbol of Real Madrid's legend, revealing his muscular physique. He smiled as he handed the jersey to Lin Feng: "Of course, Lin Feng. I would be happy to exchange jerseys with you."
The two exchanged jerseys. Lin Feng tightly held the number 7 jersey, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Cristiano Ronaldo looked at Lin Feng, his eyes revealing the composure and confidence of a superstar.
"Good luck, Lin Feng," Cristiano Ronaldo said briefly, then turned and left the player's tunnel.
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