The white football had a slightly curved curve, bypassed Lyon goalkeeper Loris, stretched his fingertips with all his strength, touched the far post, and hit the ball net!

The hour hand at the Bernabeu Stadium just jumped to 1 minute, and Real Madrid scored a goal.

The stands were boiling! It was like a long-simmering volcano, and finally whistled out the scorching red magma, and the wild aura instantly enveloped the world! The fans of the audience stood up and shouted loudly: "Zhu Xu! Zhu Xu! Zhu Xu! Our Prince!"

"Because of You, Your Highness," sounded again. This time the song was more confident and louder than the previous one! The entire Bernabeu fell into a boiling moment.

Countless Real Madrid fans in front of the TV were excited about this miraculous goal! We are the happiest fans!

The French TV commentator spoke weakly: "This is not a goal from the earth, this is not a goal that people can score. It is incredible and unbelievable. Just one minute of the game, Real Madrid took the lead with Zhu Xu's goal. In that angle and position, he didn't even need to adjust, and just shot. In this case, we can only tell that the prince is not a human!"

The commentator of the Catalonian region sighed very much: "Cruyff turns around! This genius move named after the Dutch superstar and the flying man Cruyff has long disappeared from European football with the retirement of the Red and Blue Godfather. Who would have expected that it would be copied in the Champions League again today? And it was copied by Real Madrid players. My God, as a Barcelona fan, I really can't say anything."

Real Madrid players rushed up and carried Zhu Xu upwards and threw them: "You guys, you have stolen the limelight."

The live commentator, Winster took a deep breath and tried to calm down his feelings: "His Royal Highness scored a beautiful goal. We took the lead in one minute of the game, and now the score is 1-0."

Carlos was still excited: "This is not a balance that people can have, this is not a football that people can play. At such an angle, the prince shoots without even adjusting the angle. After he shoots, he even has time to avoid Conne's slippery tackle. Even if Jose does not win the triple crown this time, he is the greatest coach of Real Madrid because he brought His Highness the Prince."

Zhang Lu and He Wei were so excited that they couldn't even explain: "I scored a goal, I scored a goal. Zhu Xu is not a human, really not a human! He is definitely not a human!"

Chinese fans spoke in unison: Damn, you are not a human being!

Mourinho was very excited and hugged Karan and looked at it: "Zhu Xu, he is a genius! Did you see it? He is the best in the world!"

Florentino looked at Zhu Xu cheering on the court: "Last year, Real Madrid defeated AC Milan 2-0, and 80,000 Bernabeu sang "Murinho Song" for the first time. Jose used his years of record to conquer the most picky and demanding fans in the world. But this child only took 5 minutes to become the prince of the Bernabeu. Two months later, 80,000 Bernabeu people sang for him. He is a genius, not only for football skills, you don't understand him. This child is born with a kind of infectious force to people. Such people usually go far, far, and I envy you for having such good children."

Camacho said: "A very beautiful goal, his strength is undoubtedly, absolutely world-class."

Cao Jingwei didn't say anything, and Zhu Xu's words were all typing him and the Football Association. He remembered Zhu Xu's words: I was afraid of doing something wrong and losing China's face, but have you ever thought about how easy it is for me? Send red envelopes to European media and make me feel forced to ask about my feelings? Let the Japanese and Korean media block my family and mock the national football team as a third-rate, so that all Europeans know that I can't enter the national team. Have you ever thought about my feelings?

Indeed, they have never thought about Zhu Xu's feelings. Does the country need to think about personal feelings? No, as long as Zhu Xu is a Chinese, he cannot refuse the call of the motherland. They have never thought about what Zhu Xu would think. They have never summoned Zhu Xu before, just to suppress Zhu Xu's momentum. I said you can do it, you can do it, and I can do it, and I can do it, and I can do it. Now they are here to make Zhu Xu feel the support of the country, and to let Zhu Xu feel the power of the country and recognize the best weight. Just like Yao Yao back then, in addition to his own efforts, the country also has a lot of support.

Listening to the singing of the audience, looking at the banners of the fans, and thinking about the various newspapers and magazines that have been translated, Cao Jingwei felt for the first time that they were wrong. Zhu Xu's strength is the best support, and a clean smile is the best pass. Without them, Zhu Xu would still be Zhu Xu, and the prince of the Bernabeu.

Zidane applauded excitedly: "He is the prince of the Bernabeu and the prince of hundreds of millions of Real Madrid fans because he is Zhu Xu, not because he is Chinese. You can't say bad things about Zhu Xu in Madrid, just like you can't say Messi is not enough in Barcelona. He has such treatment because he has the cleanest dream and the purest smile, not because he is Chinese."

Cao Jingwei listened to Zhou Yi's translation and looked at Zhu Xu who was dribbling the ball on the court. He remembered that they were warmly welcomed by Real Madrid fans in the past two days, and the media also revealed goodwill. They were welcomed by Madrid because they were Zhu Xu's "family family" rather than because they were officials of the Chinese Football Association.

Florentino said meaningfully: "Genius has the power to be tolerated. He is as important to us as you all. His wings are full and no one can stop him from flying to the blue sky. Home is the ties he is willing to turn back and stay temporarily. Of course, there must be a home."

Cao Jingwei didn't say anything and continued to look at the stadium. In the stadium, Zhu Xu spread his hands like a king, raised his head proudly, stood quietly, enjoying his cheers. Songs belonging to Zhu Xu were resounding around him. This 19-year-old child stood proudly like this. The atmosphere on the scene told him that there was no doubt that Zhu Xu was the favorite person on this stadium.

Real Madrid celebrated and re-telephoned. Florentino didn't say anything, some words could only be said once, and some things could not be said too deeply. He looked at Zhu Xu, and his heart became more and more certain: I want to leave him at the Bernabeu for at least 10 years, maybe for a lifetime!

The game continued, Lyon's players kicked off in the middle circle, and all Real Madrid players were slightly immersed in the joy of scoring a goal in one minute, and their reaction seemed to be half a beat slower. In addition, the position of Real Madrid's defense personnel changed this time. Ramos and Pepe partnered with the central defender, Marcelo and Abero were one left and one right.

While Real Madrid did not react, Lyon began a quick counterattack. Gomi dribbled the ball into the penalty area. In order to ensure the goal and avoid mistakes, he slowed down slightly, and everything was as perfect as he imagined. He thrust his feet and shot.
Chapter completed!