At the San Mas Stadium in Bilbao, Spain.
In the stands, the fans of Athletic Bilbao were dressed in their iconic red and white striped shirts, surging like a roaring red sea.
C Luo heard Marcelo say that Tang Long scored two goals, widening the gap to four goals. His eyes instantly ignited with flas, a burning desire to score.
He clenched his teeth, his fists tightening involuntarily, as the spirit of not backing down was completely ignited in his heart.
"Alright, let's watch the second half."
In the first half, it was 0:0, which was undoubtedly an inspiring situation for the ho team, Athletic Bilbao.
Their players united as one, like a group of well-trained warriors on the field, organizing their defense ticulously, successfully containing the sharp attack of Real Madrid's BBC trio.
During the halfti break, in the locker room of Athletic Bilbao, the head coach was emotionally charged, waving his hands in the air, shouting loudly:
"This is Bilbao! This is our ho! We've already beaten Barça and Atletico Madrid here, and Real Madrid won't easily take three points today! We must make them know that San Mas is their nightmare!"
The players gathered together, their eyes shining with determination, shouting in unison, with an imposing aura.
However, the situation in the second half changed dramatically.
Returning to the field, C Luo was like a person injected with a mysterious force, his entire being emanating a chilling fighting spirit.
Confronted with the pursuit and blockade of Athletic Bilbao's defenders, he showed no fear. First, he executed a beautiful header, leaping high like an eagle soaring in the sky, smashing the ball fiercely into the corner of the goal, "bang," and the ball went into the net.
Just a few minutes later, C Luo once again displayed his terrifying offensive ability.
He received a pass just outside the penalty area, made a slight adjustnt, then unleashed a powerful volley with his right foot, flying like a cannonball toward the goal.
The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, soaring straight to the upper right corner of the goal.
The opposing goalkeeper didn't even have ti to react, just watched helplessly as the ball went into the net.
"Siu!"
C Luo leaped high, spun in the air, and then landed heavily, performing his trademark celebration.
The players of Athletic Bilbao at this mont were stunned by C Luo's crazy performance, standing dumbfounded on the field, with faces full of astonishnt and helplessness.
But C Luo was not satisfied, for he had only one thought in his mind: score more goals and surpass Tang Long!
In one attack, C Luo received a brilliant pass from Benzema and broke into the penalty area again.
This ti, the opposing left-back Enyom pounced on like a hungry wolf, attempting to thwart C Luo's attack with a sliding tackle.
However, C Luo demonstrated his amazing ball skills and courage. At the instant of Enyom's sliding tackle, he skillfully tapped the ball slightly with his left foot, successfully bypassing the opponent and scoring.
But Enyom's cleats left a long scratch on C Luo's ankle, with blood instantly seeping into his socks.
"Hat-trick! C Luo has completed a hat-trick!"
The players and head coach of Athletic Bilbao fell into complete despair.
The players were downcast, their faces full of disbelief.
They couldn't understand why the C Luo they suppressed in the first half suddenly beca so strong in the second half, as if they had switched to a different person.
The head coach stood dazedly in front of the coaching bench, his eyes vacant, mumbling to himself:
"What's going on? What happened during their halfti break?"
After scoring the third goal, C Luo didn't revel in the joy of the goal for long. He quickly dashed into the net, picked up the soccer ball, and ran back.
Clearly, a hat-trick wasn't enough to satisfy his longing for goals.
"I have to strike while the iron is hot and score more. Now I'm one goal behind Tang, I must surpass him in this match!"
At this mont, C Luo had only one firm belief in his heart, and that was to surpass Tang Long and beco this season's European Golden Boot.
Marcelo ran over excitedly, hugged C Luo's neck, laughingly said:
"Haha, I knew if I provoked you with Tang, you'd turn into a Super Saiyan!"
A cold smile briefly appeared at the corner of C Luo's mouth, without saying anything.
In C Luo's perception, after many years of ups and downs in football, he had long since beco a super star with countless dazzling achievents.
Those heavy trophies, those monts of extraordinary heroics on the field, all highlight his excellence.
And Tang Long, after all, is just a newcor who's only played professional football for over two years.
In his eyes, Tang Long is like a child still learning to walk, how can he be compared to this battle-hardened football superstar?
Wanting to snatch away the Golden Boot that symbolizes the highest honor for a striker from him, in C Luo's view, is utterly absurd, like a pipe dream, an impossibility that can never happen!
Last season, C Luo was robbed of the European Golden Boot by Suarez, which was undoubtedly a major regret in his career.
Suarez, the Uruguayan forward, has long been famous, showcasing dreadful goal-scoring prowess during his ti at Liverpool, causing nurous goal frenzies in the Premier League.
Although reluctant, C Luo still acknowledged Suarez's strength, barely accepting defeat at his hands.
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