Football: What Happened To Going To The Nightclub? I Have To Score Chapter 279: Champions League Final With Hat And Shocking Co

Most Spanish football fans watch matches like the Champions League final on TV. For such a significant event, people usually invite a few friends to the bar to watch together.

At this mont, Madrid was almost completely silent. The bars, big and small, scattered across the streets seed deserted—until you walked inside. Once you stepped in, you found them packed with people, all doing the sa thing: holding their drinks, leaning back, frozen in place.

If it weren't for the slow-motion replays flickering on the TV, you might think ti had stopped. Everyone shared the sa emotion.

"Wait, what just happened?"

"That Chinese guy... that Chinese guy!"

Even the most die-hard Real Madrid fans, who had watched football for decades, couldn't find the words to describe what they had just witnessed.

It wasn't just the fans; even the comntator for Madrid TV fell silent. There was nothing more to say at this mont, and it wasn't a broadcasting mistake. Everyone was speechless.

The only sound that filled the air was the loud roar of cheers coming from the TV.

anwhile, in London, across England, China, and various parts of the world, the reaction was the complete opposite. People were shouting in disbelief, pounding tables and chairs in excitent.

It was utter chaos. Su Luo's goal had left them completely stunned.

On social dia platforms like Weibo, Tieba, and Hupu, netizens spamd the feeds with exclamation marks and short phrases:

"Su Luo is a beast!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Damn it! Su Luo! (voice cracks)"

When ordinary fans witness an unbelievable goal, their first reaction is simply to scream, "F**k!"

Only seasoned comntators like He Wei and Zhan Jun managed to keep their composure. Even though Zhan Jun's voice cracked, he pressed on.

"88th minute! Chelsea seed down and out, but Su Luo stepped up!"

"He charged from the back, single-handedly breaking through the defense to score a goal that could go down in history! He's brought Chelsea back within one goal!"

"Even with two players down, Chelsea still has hope!"

"The ga isn't over yet! Su Luo hasn't given up!"

anwhile, He Wei delivered his trademark poetic comntary.

"As the silver saddle glints on the white horse, it rushes like a shooting star! This line from Li Bai perfectly describes Su Luo!"

"Su Luo used raw speed, power, skill, and unbreakable spirit to score Chelsea's most crucial goal of the season!"

"Look at his incredible performance!"

"Who else can move with such finesse at such high speed?"

"It's not that Real Madrid underestimated him; they tried their best to stop Su Luo. Everyone did their part!"

"But they were up against Su Luo!"

"I believe from now on, his na will hold a special place in the hearts of Real Madrid players and fans!"

The ga wasn't over yet. Su Luo quickly celebrated, then rushed to fish the ball out of the net, eager to restart the ga.

Real Madrid hurriedly kicked off again. There was only one minute left in regular ti.

At this point, Real Madrid's mindset had shifted. Su Luo's goal had turned the morale of both teams upside down. Chelsea, with only nine players, were now the aggressors, while Real Madrid, with their full squad, suddenly looked hesitant, afraid to attack.

Su Luo's stunning goal, where he dribbled past six players, had clearly rattled Real Madrid.

"If we can just run down the clock, what are the odds that Su Luo scores again?" Zidane thought to himself. But he couldn't show his nerves and instead kept a calm exterior.

"It can't be! We've been in control the whole ga. Surely, with our advantage, we'll win this!"

"Could we really be in danger of losing? Impossible!"

Zidane urged his players to waste ti, do anything to hold off Chelsea's montum.

But Su Luo had other plans.

In "Unparalleled Mode"—where he had a 100% success rate with steals—Su Luo wasn't going to let Real Madrid run down the clock. Up front, only he and Lukaku were pressing.

In Real Madrid's formation, the midfielders were trying to hold the ball and kill ti. Modrić was controlling the ga, while Su Luo and Lukaku closed in. On the other side, Marcos Alonso, Kanté, and Matić pushed forward as well.

Toni Kroos tried to shield the ball from Su Luo, intending to hold him off and then pass to Modrić to create an opportunity. This was a play they had successfully run countless tis in the league.

But this ti, as Kroos attempted to protect the ball, a foot ca out of nowhere. Before he could react, the ball was gone.

"What?!" Kroos looked up in shock, but Su Luo was already speeding away with the ball.

"Su Luo!" shouted the comntator, Zhan Jun, his voice hoarse from excitent. "He's going for it again!"

Ramos and Varane, who had been holding their ground, suddenly looked panicked. They didn't dare move forward, instead trying to keep their balance and avoid another Su Luo dribble.

They were genuinely terrified.

But Su Luo looked up at the goal. He was 35 ters away—well within his range.

With "Unparalleled Mode" activated, Su Luo had a 100% success rate with shots.

Under the desperate gazes of Real Madrid's players, Su Luo swung his leg with all his might. His foot cut through the air like a thunderbolt, unleashing a shot filled with raw power.

Boom!

"Su's Cannon!" Zhan Jun shouted, as Su Luo unleashed his trademark strike.

"He's going for it!"

The Chelsea fans roared in support of Su Luo, their voices thundering through the stadium.

The ball sped through the air so fast, it almost seed to burn from the friction. In the heat of the mont, people could almost see the fireball effect from Shaolin Soccer.

Whoosh!

The ball whistled past Varane's ear, the sheer force of it making his hair stand on end. He froze in place, unable to move.

As for goalkeeper Keylor Navas? He didn't even catch a glimpse of the ball.

Swish!

A desperate sound echoed behind him.

Navas's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. Su Luo had "opened the gates of heaven with a single strike," cutting through space and ti. The stadium seed to pause for a split second.

Then, Cardiff's Millennium Stadium erupted into a deafening roar for the third ti.

"Goooooooal!"

"A world-class strike! Su Luo scores a hat-trick! He's equalized for Chelsea!"

"Two goals in just two minutes! Chelsea, down to nine n, have sohow clawed their way back from the brink of defeat!"

"No, correction—Su Luo created this chance with his own hands, turning the impossible into reality!"

"The score is level again, and Chelsea are back in the ga! Real Madrid, who held such a commanding advantage, have seen it vanish in an instant!"

Zhan Jun's hands were trembling as he comntated. This was the first ti he had ever been so emotional during a match.

But it wasn't just him.

Su Luo had equalized with two goals in two minutes, leaving the Chinese fans who had stayed up late to watch the ga in total disbelief. They were screaming themselves hoarse.

At this mont, it didn't matter if you were a casual fan or a die-hard supporter in China. It didn't matter if you'd ever watched football before, or if you even knew who Su Luo was. Now, the whole country was united, celebrating Su Luo.

This was the power of football. The power of a true superstar.

Su Luo's stunning equalizer wasn't just a goal—it carried so much more than that.

And what hit Real Madrid fans and players the hardest was Su Luo's reaction after scoring. He turned toward the cara, lifted his jersey, and revealed a ssage written on his white T-shirt in bold Chinese calligraphy.

Two characters: 冠军—Champion.

"Su Luo is making a statent to the world! He's claiming this championship for himself!"

"He's saying he's the champion! Chelsea are the champions! And no one's taking that away!"

After this bold declaration, Su Luo calmly turned and jogged back to the center circle, as if it was all part of the plan.

This hit Real Madrid hard.

The aura that Su Luo exuded left them with a crushing sense of defeat. His presence on the pitch was overwhelming.

When the teams are evenly matched, what often decides the outco is psychological warfare. Su Luo's two goals and his championship declaration had shattered Real Madrid's ntal state.

Even Cristiano Ronaldo, as competitive as he was, glanced at Su Luo with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Could it be... we really can't beat you?"

After the restart, Real Madrid were completely deflated. They cautiously passed the ball around their backline, trying to regain their composure, hoping to drag the match into extra ti where they might find a chance to recover.

Su Luo, however, didn't make any reckless moves. He simply observed, watching as Real Madrid hesitated.

Then ca stoppage ti. The fourth official held up the board: 4 minutes added.

Su Luo's eyes glead as he looked at the Real Madrid players. Did you think this was over?

Waiting for extra ti? Trying to force a penalty shootout?

Sorry, but this isn't the end.

Through careful observation, Su Luo had determined that Real Madrid's morale was shattered. They had no chance of launching a successful attack.

There were 2 minutes left in stoppage ti. Just 60 seconds remained on the clock for Su Luo's unstoppable mode to work its magic.

That was all the ti he needed.

With a few quick gestures, Su Luo commanded his teammates to press high up the pitch and apply pressure.

Even though the Chelsea players' legs felt like they were filled with lead and they could barely run, they trusted Su Luo completely. So of them would run 1v5 if it ant following his lead.

Under Chelsea's intense pressure, Real Madrid lost their composure entirely. They resorted to passing the ball backward. The passes kept coming, one after another, until it reached the goalkeeper, Navas.

But Navas, too nervous to play a long ball, opted to clear it quickly with a big boot.

The ball flew toward the backline, where Rudiger contested for it. He won the duel, passing the ball to Kanté, who in turn passed it to Su Luo.

Standing near the center circle, Su Luo sidestepped Toni Kroos and Casemiro, easily evading their attempts to press him. There was nothing they could do to stop him in this mode—his success rate was 100%.

At that mont, Lukaku was sprinting forward without hesitation. Just as Su Luo had instructed earlier, he charged ahead, prepared to finish the job.

Real Madrid's defenders were so focused on Su Luo that they barely noticed Lukaku. Their eyes were locked on Su Luo, anticipating his next move.

But Su Luo passed the ball instead.

A fast, low-driven ball from midfield sailed straight toward Real Madrid's penalty area.

At the exact mont Su Luo released the pass, Lukaku had just crossed Real Madrid's offside line.

Unstoppable mode: 100% pass success rate.

"Rolu! Just go to the penalty spot, and don't worry about anything else!" Su Luo had said earlier.

Sure enough, the ball landed precisely as Su Luo had planned. Lukaku only needed to lift his left foot, glide past the goalkeeper, and slot the ball into the net.

As the ball hit the back of the net, it also shattered the hearts of the Real Madrid players.

"Lukaku!"

"He scores! The coback is complete!"

"From 1-3 down to 4-3 up! Three goals in five minutes!"

"What an epic coback in the Champions League final! What kind of match have we just witnessed?"

The Chinese comntators were finally calming down.

anwhile, the Spanish and English comntators had completely lost their composure, calling out to the heavens.

"Oh my God! Jesus!!"

"Ladies and gentlen, standing before you in Chelsea's number 7 jersey, his na is Su Luo!"

"We are lucky to witness such greatness in this Champions League final!"

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