Football: What Happened To Going To The Nightclub? I Have To Score

At that moment, Josephine had forgotten all the unpleasantness. All she knew was that she was hugging the ecstatic Chelsea fans beside her, celebrating Su Luo's goal once again.

Deep down, she knew:

He was so dazzling on the field, how could she ever leave this man so easily?

After scoring the goal, Su Luo's bright, confident smile shone like the sun, making her eyes blur with emotion.

"We initially thought Messi's foul in this position would stop Chelsea's counterattack!" the commentator exclaimed.

"Messi did his best!"

"But! You can't measure Su Luo by ordinary standards!"

"Su Luo thrives on challenges, even the impossible!"

"That free kick was from 36.6 meters out! It's within Su Luo's cannon range!"

"And the result is clear for everyone to see—absolutely flawless! A stunning shot!"

"With that, Su Luo has broken the Champions League scoring record again! That's his 23rd goal this season!"

"Chelsea now lead Barcelona by 4 goals on aggregate!"

"Less than an hour remains in the game!"

"Barcelona's chances are slipping away!"

"Su Luo can create miracles, but can the legendary MSN trio—Messi, Suarez, and Neymar—pull one off?"

If Neymar or Suarez had heard that question from Zhan Jun, they would have bowed their heads in shame.

They'd want to say, "It's not that we don't want to make a comeback... it's that we can't."

In order to prevent an upset, Chelsea's coach Conte made meticulous preparations for the second leg. He anticipated Enrique's plan in advance, correctly predicting that Arda Turan would play.

Had it been Iniesta on the field, Chelsea would have needed someone to strengthen their defense and confront him directly. But for Arda Turan? Conte didn't even bother worrying about him—Turan could stop Barcelona's offense by himself.

Turan had once been an all-around warrior at Atlético Madrid, known for his toughness, vision, and technical skills. But when he moved to Barcelona, he lost his edge. Barcelona's pass-and-move style didn't suit him; he was used to fast counterattacks and quick transitions. At Barça, the ball was played to his feet, but his talents lay in running into space—something Barcelona didn't utilize.

Turan became more awkward with each match, losing confidence, and slowly faded from his former glory. Some fans even called him one of Barcelona's worst signings.

Conte knew this. Enrique was forced to use him, but Conte wasn't going to make things harder for himself by overreacting.

On the pitch, Chelsea had set up a flawless system. Su Luo, Lukaku, and Hazard cut off the connection between Barcelona's midfielders Rakitic and Busquets. Kante, Matic, Willian, and Marcos Alonso kept tight control over the MSN trio.

Kante, with his incredible range, even had the freedom to cover Arda Turan whenever needed. With his energy, it was more than enough.

Though Barcelona pushed hard in the first half, trying to create something, Chelsea was prepared. Any threatening attacks were quickly neutralized. Barcelona dominated possession in midfield, but every time they tried to break into dangerous territory, Chelsea intercepted them, launching sharp counterattacks.

Su Luo was at the heart of each one.

It's no surprise he was fouled multiple times, accumulating three shots on goal before finally curling in that beautiful free-kick to make it 4-0!

Barcelona was drifting further and further away.

In the second half, even Barcelona started to fall apart. Busquets, usually so calm, made a mistake on a backpass. Perhaps he underestimated Su Luo's speed.

As Su Luo activated his explosive acceleration, Busquets turned pale in shock, scrambling to chase him down. But before Jordi Alba could reach the ball, Su Luo had already intercepted it.

Su Luo danced through the defense with ease, using his incredible footwork to pull the ball through Mascherano's legs.

"Su Luo!! He's through!! He's in the box!!"

"Ter Stegen rushes out!"

"Su Luo shoots—no, it's a pass! He flicks it with his heel to Lukaku!!"

"Lukaku scores! It's 5-0!!"

Director Zhang could hardly believe it.

"Incredible! Su Luo dared to pull off tricks in a match of this importance! A fake shot, a feint, and then that cheeky backheel pass—it was brilliant!"

Su Luo drew all the attention, and Lukaku easily tapped the ball into the empty net.

At this point, Zhan Jun was certain: Chelsea was going to the final!

Before the match, Messi, Suarez, and coach Enrique had all expressed confidence in staging a comeback at Stamford Bridge. They dreamed of meeting Real Madrid in the final.

Barcelona fans were equally excited. Every day, the "World Sports Daily" hyped up their preparations for this "ultimate secret weapon."

Spanish media was abuzz with talk of Barcelona's imminent comeback, acting as if it were a mere formality.

But when Barcelona arrived at Stamford Bridge, they were hit by two more devastating goals.

It was like watching two fighters in the ring: one, Barcelona, came forward aggressively, trying to land a blow, only to be hit twice by Chelsea in response.

The once-vocal Barcelona fans fell silent.

This was not just a defeat in terms of skill or strategy—it was the crushing dominance of Chelsea's superstar, Su Luo, over Barcelona's legendary trio. Messi, Suarez, and Neymar all played at their usual level, but Su Luo had singlehandedly dismantled Barcelona.

With his assist to Lukaku, Su Luo's Champions League assist tally reached 11 for the season. Across all competitions, he had now provided over 50 assists—an extraordinary number for a single season.

Su Luo's performances were reaching heights that even the average football genius could only dream of.

From the 58th minute of the second half, the game had completely lost its suspense. Nothing dramatic was going to happen after that.

It wasn't that MSN (Messi, Suarez, and Neymar) weren't trying. Messi, in particular, was darting around the field with rare energy, still searching for an opportunity amidst the desperation.

Even Su Luo couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up after seeing Messi's relentless effort.

"Man, this is heartbreaking," Su Luo thought to himself.

Leo Messi, the man who became king in another timeline, was still fighting with everything he had.

"Messi! Quick footwork! He's shaken off Kante!" the commentator shouted in excitement.

"Matic can't stop him either!"

"Now he's at the edge of the box. Rudiger steps up to challenge... but Messi's still going!"

"Three Chelsea players closing in on him... and Messi slips through them!"

"He's in! Messi shoots!"

"Saved! David Luiz stretches just in time to block the shot!"

"If anyone else had been in the box to help, Messi might've passed for a tap-in goal. What a missed opportunity for Barcelona!"

"Messi again! He links up with Suarez this time!"

"He takes the shot! Oh, what a strike!"

"But Courtois is there to block it!"

"Suarez quickly reacts, clapping his hands in frustration, urging his teammates forward."

"Rudiger has done brilliantly to clear the danger first!"

On the other side of the field, Lukaku won possession and passed it to Ajar.

"Ajar's breakthrough is lightning fast! He's blown past two defenders!"

"Barcelona's backline is in disarray. Only Mascherano, a 34-year-old veteran, is left defending. Piqué has rushed up to play as a center-forward in desperation."

Ajar sprinted down the field like a flash of blue lightning, racing toward the penalty area. Ter Stegen rushed out to close him down, but Ajar calmly passed the ball across.

On the other side, Yin Rong appeared out of nowhere like a ghost.

He collected the pass and simply pushed the ball into the empty net.

"Easier than practice! Su Luo scores his 24th Champions League goal, assisted by Ajar!"

"The score is 6-0 now on aggregate!"

Zhan Jun, the commentator, was almost speechless. "Barcelona threw everything into attack and failed, only to get caught on the counterattack and concede again. It's all over."

He sighed heavily. "Yes, it's all over."

Even Messi had given up hope by now. The morale that Barcelona had managed to muster was shattered completely by Su Luo. There was no coming back from this.

The Barcelona players began sleepwalking on the pitch, their spirits utterly crushed.

The most amusing part was Suarez. He fought his way past Rudiger, breaking into the penalty area. He tried to score from a tight angle, desperate to pull one goal back for Barcelona.

But Courtois was ready, easily catching the shot.

In a daze, Suarez raised his hand and patted his arm, appealing to the referee for a handball against Courtois—the goalkeeper!

The commentator, Director Zhang, couldn't help but laugh. "What's Suarez doing? Complaining that the goalkeeper handled the ball?"

Zhan Jun had to stifle a laugh. "Suarez was appealing to the referee, but the ref just ignored him."

Realizing what he had done, Suarez quickly lowered his head in embarrassment and hurried away.

Su Luo, seeing this absurd scene unfold, recalled watching it in a funny video from his past life.

"I never thought I'd witness this live!" he thought, barely able to contain his laughter. "I better not laugh out loud. Don't want Suarez biting someone in frustration."

As the game entered the final minutes, Barcelona and Chelsea began to coast. The game was effectively over.

Su Luo, however, continued dribbling and taunting defenders, almost as if he was daring them to foul him. The rougher they played, the more amused Su Luo seemed to be.

Conte, on the sideline, was getting nervous. At 4-0, he didn't want to risk his star player getting injured.

By the 85th minute, Conte couldn't take it anymore. He subbed Su Luo out to preserve his health.

Su Luo left the field to thunderous applause, basking in the cheers of the crowd.

As the spotlight turned on him, he knew this was his moment.

In both legs of the tie, he had been the decisive figure in every key moment. He was the mastermind behind Chelsea's march to the Champions League final.

His next mission: win the Champions League.

This was Su Luo's time—his moment of glory.

As he walked off the field, he waved to the crowd. By coincidence, his eyes fell on Josephine, sitting in the stands. She froze in shock.

"No way... it must've been a coincidence. He couldn't possibly have seen me," she thought nervously, trying to blend in with the sea of Chelsea fans in blue.

As the final whistle blew, the substitute players and Su Luo stormed the pitch in celebration.

"Victory!" the commentator exclaimed. "Chelsea has done it! Su Luo has successfully led Chelsea to the Champions League final!"

"On June 4th, at Cardiff's Millennium Stadium, a Chinese player will stand on the grand stage of the Champions League final for the first time!"

"Although China's national team has struggled in international competition, one of our own has made it to the very top of European football!"

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