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The moment Su Hang saw the trajectory of the pass, he stopped in his tracks. Heinze, who had been jostling with him for position, overcommitted and stumbled forward. The ball skimmed right past the side of Heinze's bent head. Had his posture been better, he might have intercepted it—but his balance was off.
Su Hang didn't hesitate.
Draw the bow.
Nock the arrow.
From that position, watching the ball descend from above, he knew exactly what to do. After all, he'd once experienced the "Zidane 1993" Moment Card.
Bang!
A clean volley!
The ball distorted mid-air, then exploded into the Argentine net.
A white wave surged, roaring and unstoppable.
The "If I Stop to Shoot, I Lose" effect linked with "Wolf King's One-Touch Pass." When shooting without controlling the ball, the low-probability "Volley Shot" effect upgraded into the special "Heavenly Strike"!
That strike cut straight into Argentina's heart!
"GOALLLLLL!"
"Another one!"
"My God!"
"Just nine minutes into the second half—Spain scores twice and turns the match around!"
"Three–two! A miraculous comeback for Spain!"
"No—more precisely, it's Su Hang! Two goals in nine minutes!"
"The Real Madrid captain has shown everyone what a true secret weapon looks like!"
"Now this makes sense! Only this kind of power explains why Florentino and Aragonés were so determined to give him the captain's armband."
"Because he's earned it!"
"Since 1978, Spain has never missed a World Cup finals—but they've also never gone beyond the quarterfinals."
"If Su Hang's two goals can finally break that curse, it'll be worth everything!"
"To be blunt, these two goals mean more than all of Spain's goals from qualifying and the group stage combined!"
"Spain has always been the king of qualifiers—if Villa doesn't score, there's Torres; if Torres doesn't score, there's someone else."
"But in the knockout rounds, if Su Hang doesn't score—no one can!"
Villa: ???
Villa: So my goal doesn't count anymore?
The camera cut to Su Hang, who immediately sprinted toward the corner flag after scoring.
Mariano started to follow to celebrate with him, but Su Hang twirled his finger in a circle.
As a fellow La Liga player, Mariano instantly understood.
Everyone in La Liga knew Su Hang's trademark celebration.
Didn't the Argentinians know it too?
Well, now they were about to see it up close.
After all that pre-match trash talk, it was time for the ultimate payback.
Su Hang leapt into the air, twisted 180 degrees mid-flight, and landed with a heavy thud.
For that instant, he looked like a god descending to earth.
Spanish fans erupted in the loudest roar yet:
"Siuuuuuu!"
The camera panned to the stands—Argentine supporters looked pale and speechless. The "siu" they'd taunted for before the match had finally arrived... just not the way they wanted.
"Oh! Su Hang's giving a live demonstration! He's breaking down the celebration and signaling for Mariano to join him."
"Mariano nods—he's been outstanding today. For a full-back known for his crosses, a target man like Su Hang is a dream partner."
"But really, Su Hang's teaching moment feels aimed at the Argentine fans. Their pre-match 'siu' was way off standard."
"What a perfect response."
"The Argentine fans and players look helpless now."
"The game's momentum has completely shifted."
Spain thrived on possession football.
Now, with the lead, their backline passing looked almost effortless.
Argentina's midfielders and forwards were forced to press harder, running themselves ragged.
At the same time, to contain Su Hang's constant movement, Argentina adjusted tactically—pouring all focus into limiting his touches.
Su Hang had become a stake driven deep into Argentina's core, making them increasingly uncomfortable.
In the 63rd minute, Su Hang received a pass and engaged in a fierce physical battle with his former club teammate, Cambiasso. Cambiasso went down, and the referee whistled Su Hang for shielding too aggressively.
Su Hang didn't argue—he just reached down and helped Cambiasso up.
The armor remains, but friendship endures.
That warning you once gave me... I'll remember it for life.
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68th minute.
Mascherano battled Su Hang for position again, but Su Hang muscled through, forcing the Argentine midfielder to resort to a wrestling takedown. It stopped Su Hang from receiving the long pass from the back.
The referee had seen enough. After countless small fouls from Mascherano, he finally showed the yellow card.
Mascherano could only sigh.
There was nothing else he could do to stop Su Hang.
The problem was, Su Hang rarely dribbled, and his teammates seldom played him low passes. For a player like Mascherano—who thrived on interceptions and disrupting fast, technical opponents—it was frustrating.
He wasn't a physically dominant, hard-tackling midfielder. Against someone like Su Hang, who slipped through contact like oil on water, he was helpless.
For several minutes, Argentina barely touched the ball.
In the 70th minute, they couldn't hold back any longer.
Time for substitutions.
Aimar replaced Cambiasso, adding more attacking creativity.
Tevez came on for the exhausted Crespo.
Tevez, nicknamed "Carlitos," might have stood only 1.71 meters tall, but he was built like a tank—a relentless forward who later became one of the most talked-about South American strikers of his generation.
With Argentina pushing forward, Spain found even more counterattacking chances.
Both sides cranked up their firepower.
In the 73rd minute, Riquelme's long-range shot from outside the box flew just wide.
In the 77th, Xavi switched play to the wing, García slipped in a through ball, and Villa's tight-angle shot was saved.
Both sides used up their final substitutions—time for the last act.
Argentina brought on young Messi for Saviola.
The player the fans had been calling for was finally on.
But with Su Hang already stealing the spotlight, the pressure on Messi was immense.
On Spain's side, defensive midfielder Senna replaced Xavi, while speedster Torres came on for Villa.
No doubt, Torres was sent in to strike on the counter once Argentina committed forward.
It was both a strategy—and a warning.
Spain's intentions were clear: defend first.
In the 81st minute, Messi showed his talent, dribbling down the right wing past Mariano before cutting a pass across goal.
But Puyol, fully aware of Messi's danger, had anticipated it. He'd already shifted into position and slid in perfectly to intercept, clearing the ball with a brilliant tackle.
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