But passes like these percentage balls really test a player's level—
especially their vision.
And my vision…
In the 55th minute, Zidane carried the ball down the right half-space and used a Marseille turn to slip past the onrushing defender.
Normally, at moments like this, most eyes would be locked on Zidane—watching whether the Marseille turn succeeded, where he ended up afterward, and whether he would continue forward, recycle possession, or launch an attack.
There were simply too many things to process.
But Su Hang spotted a perfectly hidden pocket of space.
He drifted to the left.
If Zidane didn't mess up and beat his man, a direct passing lane would open, allowing the ball to be threaded straight into that space.
That would be a clean one-on-one!
Bang!
Almost before the thought finished forming, Zidane completed the Marseille turn and, without giving anyone time to react, stabbed a through ball forward.
Su Hang burst free in an instant!
América's defenders chased desperately while raising their hands, signaling for offside.
Otherwise, there was no way Su Hang could have pulled so far ahead of them.
But the assistant referee kept his flag down.
He had seen it clearly.
The defenders were beaten not by positioning, but by timing—they had only just started accelerating, while Su Hang had already hit top speed.
Ochoa rushed out decisively.
His expression was cold, his gaze fierce, as if daring Su Hang to challenge him.
Facing the onrushing goalkeeper, Su Hang nudged the ball left and right with both feet in rapid succession, pulling off consecutive La Croquetas and completely leaving Ochoa behind.
Ochoa had a chance to grab Su Hang's calf, but he chose not to.
The match was still early—going down to ten men would make beating Real Madrid completely impossible.
Bang!
From a tight angle, Su Hang calmly pushed the ball into the empty net.
Easy as breathing.
"GOAL!"
Nissan Stadium exploded.
"It's here! Real Madrid's 'Sailing' connection finally appears!"
"A scalpel-like through ball from Zidane, and Su Hang with a clairvoyant run! He beats the keeper with La Croquetas and taps into an open net!"
"One–nil! Real Madrid finally smashes open América's door!"
"The fans are going wild—Satomi Ishihara and Yui Aragaki are blowing flying kisses to Su Hang!"
"The crowd erupts in siu chants! It's as if they're praying to witness a god descending to earth!"
"Here he comes! Su Hang sprints toward the corner flag—he's heard the fans and answered them!"
"Su Hang leaps high, twists nearly eighty degrees—this celebration belongs to everyone!"
"Siuuuuuu!"
For the first time, siu chants rang out through Nissan Stadium.
Even though it was just one goal, it was enough to crush América's morale.
After kickoff, América clearly tried to equalize quickly.
Their movement expanded from their own half to the entire pitch.
Combined with their already exhausting style of play, their players soon began gasping for air.
In the 60th minute, Capello replaced Raúl with Robinho.
He wanted to use Robinho's speed to tear América apart.
In the 64th minute, Su Hang dribbled down the flank and won a throw-in deep in the attacking third.
Roberto Carlos stepped up to take it.
Su Hang braced himself against the opposing midfielder, then powered backward, knocking him aside.
At least two more América defenders immediately swarmed in.
The moment after a throw-in is the hardest time to extract the ball.
If you can do it, the danger created is no less than that of a well-positioned free kick.
Bang, bang!
Su Hang's feet tangled—
Su Hang: ???
No, wait!
His feet moved like chopsticks stirring meatballs. With two consecutive La Croquetas, he staggered but still burst through the three-man press, charging into the left side of the penalty area.
Facing the center-back, Su Hang used his left foot to shift the ball, changing from cutting inside to driving toward the byline.
The defender, worried about a shot, had already shifted his weight early and couldn't recover in time.
Bang!
From just before the goal line, Su Hang whipped a low cross into the six-yard box.
Bang!
Robinho exploded forward with blistering speed and stabbed the ball home.
"Oh! Robinho! Scoring less than five minutes after coming on!"
"This is the energy of youth!"
"Barça fans always compare Messi and Su Hang, but Robinho is actually Messi's real rival. Both are razor-sharp wingers, both the future of their teams."
"And you have to say it—Su Hang's pass was absolute class!"
As Real Madrid celebrated, Zidane walked over and patted Su Hang on the shoulder.
"You seem to have gotten stronger again," Zidane said with a hint of emotion.
Su Hang's movement had become more agile, his dribbling sharper.
Those consecutive La Croquetas required more than just technique—they demanded vision.
You had to know defenders were closing in, know that you could squeeze through with those moves, and only then act.
Seeing it.
Thinking it through.
Finding a solution.
Executing it.
That wasn't something Su Hang could do before.
Su Hang: I'll take that as a compliment.
With Real Madrid leading 2–0, Capello finally relaxed.
He then substituted Zidane for Guti—to protect him.
América's mentality looked close to snapping, and reckless sliding tackles might be next.
If Guti got injured, so be it.
Zidane, however, couldn't afford to lose even a single hair.
Guti: ???
As for Su Hang, as a forward, as long as he wasn't obsessively chasing goals, getting injured was unlikely.
He knew how to control that balance himself.
While Capello made his changes, América also started substituting.
But what they really needed wasn't three substitutions—it was ten.
They had used sheer physicality to freeze Real Madrid for fifty minutes.
Now, the backlash arrived.
Their condition visibly declined.
Mistakes increased.
Defensive pressure steadily faded.
In the 79th minute, Robinho tore down the right wing, chaining stepovers and sending the defender sprawling.
Fatigue played a huge role.
Bang!
After adjusting his footing, Robinho delivered a rare, high-quality cross.
Su Hang soared in the box, snapping his neck like a lion's roar.
The ball smashed off the post and rebounded into the net.
"GOAL!"
"Su Hang again! Another siu!"
"Su Hang's signature header is here!"
"América's defenders can barely reach his chest when they jump!"
The stadium erupted once more.
Robinho, who had scored earlier, couldn't help but feel puzzled.
When he scored, the cheers hadn't been nearly this loud. He'd thought the Japanese fans were just tired.
Now the mystery was solved.
They weren't tired—
it was just that Robinho didn't have that kind of pull.
Robinho: Waaaaah!
In the 84th minute, América misplayed a pass in midfield, and Guti intercepted with ease.
Bang!
Guti sliced through the defense with a Demon Knife Pass.
Su Hang went clean through on goal and fired a shot.
Easy.
Far too easy.