Awakening the Messi template, Florentino Pérez begs me to join Real Madrid

In the 33rd minute, the gap was revealed in the most brutal way.

Real Madrid made continuous passes in the attacking third, while Evergrande players were exhausted from running around but couldn't even touch the ball.

After the eleventh pass, the ball came to Ronaldo's feet.

He was on the edge of the penalty area, about 28 meters from the goal.

Three Evergrande players stepped forward to block.

Cristiano Ronaldo simply glanced up at the goal.

Then kick.

A seemingly effortless flick shot.

The ball traced an extremely high parabola in the air, passing over everyone's heads, including Feng Xiaoting, who jumped to try to clear the ball, and Zeng Cheng, who had already moved to the near post.

Falling.

It struck the lower edge of the crossbeam and bounced into the net.

3: 0.

World wave.

Tianhe Stadium

Tens of thousands of people seemed to gasp in shock at the same time.

That kind of shooting method that is completely outside the realm of common sense

That absolute confidence—"I know I'm going to kick it this way, and I know I can score"—made everyone gasp.

Ronaldo did not celebrate, but simply turned around and high-fived his teammates.

Mourinho clapped on the sidelines, his expression saying, "That's more like it."

The game entered a delicate phase after the 40th minute.

Real Madrid stopped pressing high up the pitch and launching quick counter-attacks, and instead began to control the ball – a slow, leisurely kind of ball control, like practicing tactics on a training ground.

Despite their best efforts, Evergrande players struggled to even get the ball.

When the first half ended, the scoreboard showed a glaring 3-0, marking the first time in a whole year that Evergrande had conceded three goals in the first half.

The locker room was deathly silent.

The only sounds were panting and drinking water.

Wu Shi sat in the corner, his head covered with a towel.

[System: Halftime statistics: 19 touches, 14 successful passes, 1 key pass, 3 times beaten, 31% duel success rate.]

[Comment: You delivered a great pass, then got completely outmatched. Welcome to the real world.]

"Raise your head," Lippi's voice rang out.

The old man stood in front of the tactical board

"The gap is clear to everyone," Lippi said. "It's not a tactical issue, nor is it a matter of effort; it's a pure, football-level gap."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each player: "But there are still forty-five minutes left in the game. Real Madrid will make substitutions in the second half and relax, which is our chance."

"What opportunity?" a young player asked in a low voice.

"A chance to score." Lippi looked at Wu Shi.

"Even in a friendly match, even against a substitute, scoring a goal against Real Madrid is significant for each of you, especially for the young players."

He walked up to Wu Shi and said, "You made a great pass in the first half. In the second half, I want you to seize the opportunity and score a goal."

Wu Shi looked up: "Coach, I..."

"I know the gap is huge," Lippi interrupted him.

"But that's football. Even someone as good as Messi was completely shut down when he first faced Real Madrid. The important thing is to learn from the gap and then—find a way to take a bite out of them."

At the start of the second half, Real Madrid made a large number of substitutions.

Cristiano Ronaldo, Di Maria, Pepe and other key players were all substituted, replaced by a group of youth academy players with an average age of less than 20.

Mourinho even sat back down on the bench and started chatting with his assistant coach – clearly, the game was over for him.

But the Evergrande players did not give up.

In the 51st minute, Wu Shi received the ball on the left wing, facing an 18-year-old right-back from Real Madrid.

He faked an inside cut, and the opponent was indeed fooled.

The inexperience of the young players was glaringly obvious.

Wu Shi crosses from the bottom line.

The ball was cleared by Real Madrid's center-back.

[System: The cross was of decent quality, but the teammates' positioning was not timely. More direct threats are needed.]

In the 63rd minute, the opportunity came.

Conca delivered a through ball from midfield, and Wu Shi successfully broke the offside trap!

One-on-one!

Facing Casillas, Wu Shi remained calm and composed, slotting a shot into the far corner.

Goal!

3: 1!

Tianhe Stadium finally erupted in long-awaited cheers!

Wu Shi didn't celebrate wildly; he just clenched his fist and ran back to his half.

This goal was insignificant to Real Madrid – nobody even cared about it.

But for Wu Shi and Evergrande, it is of great significance.

This is a ball of dignity.

It was a bite of meat that was finally taken after being crushed for sixty minutes.

On the sidelines, Mourinho looked up at the scoreboard and said something to his assistant coach.

The teaching assistant made a note in his notebook.

On the Real Madrid youth academy bench, Morata pursed his lips, but a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

He had to admit that this Chinese peer was at least good at seizing opportunities.

[System: Goal (against Real Madrid's youth academy mixed team). Technical rating: B+. Significance rating: A (crucial for building individual confidence).]

[Change in integration rate: 6.46% → 6.50%]

[Special Note: Although the opponent was just a mixed team from Real Madrid's youth academy, this is still the most valuable goal of your career so far. Remember this feeling—the feeling of scoring against a world-class club.]

In the final twenty minutes of the match, Real Madrid completely relaxed, and Evergrande was unable to mount any effective attacks.

In the 87th minute, a Real Madrid youth academy striker scored another goal in a scramble.

The final score was 4-1.

When the final whistle blew, Wu Shi was so exhausted that he could barely stand.

He looked at the scoreboard, the glaring 4:1, as if reminding him how big the gap was.

But the "1" in the bottom right corner looks like a tiny glimmer of light.

Morata came over, and this time the handshake was much more sincere:

"Well played. That goal was scored with composure."

Wu Shi looked at him: "You guys... didn't even try your best in the first half, did you?"

Morata laughed:

"It's a friendly match, after all. But to be honest, if we really put you at a high intensity, you wouldn't last thirty minutes."

These words are cruel, but Wu Shi knows they are true.

"But you're still young," Morata added. "At 17, it's already quite an achievement to score one goal in front of us. Keep it up."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Wu Shi stood there, watching the Real Madrid players leave the field with ease.

That composure, that attitude of "winning is only to be expected".

This further solidified Wu Shi's resolve.

On the way back to the locker room, Gao Lin put his arm around his shoulder:

"Not bad, kid! You've taken a bite out of Real Madrid!"

"But they weren't serious at all," Wu Shi said.

"Nonsense." Gao Lin laughed. "They're a Galácticos, we're a Chinese Super League team—how can we be the same? But the important thing is, you scored a goal. This goal will be written into the reports, cut into the highlights, and noted down by the scouts."

Takeshi nodded.

He knew that this goal wouldn't change the gap in their abilities.

But it at least proves one thing: against world-class teams, he, Wu Shi, 17 years old, is capable of scoring.

Even if it's just once, even if the opponent didn't go all out.

In the locker room, Lippi summarized the match: "1-4. The score is cruel, but that's reality."

"Remember the feeling of being overwhelmed and powerless, but also remember the excitement of scoring that goal. Then, carry that feeling with you and keep training and playing."

He looked at Wu Shi: "You did very well today. Half an assist (referring to the key pass to Conca), a goal. Against an opponent of this caliber, this has exceeded my expectations."