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

Diego Simeone was stunned.

Just moments ago, they had a comfortable 2-goal advantage, controlling the rhythm and cruising towards the final whistle. As long as his team kept their focus on shutting down Su Luo, their path to victory seemed secure.

Sure, Su Luo was talented—exceptionally so—but Atletico had handled stars like Messi and Ronaldo before. Contain them, and you neutralize their teams. That was Atletico Madrid's specialty: disrupt the game's flow and prevent the key players from shining.

It had worked perfectly last season when they won the Champions League. Real Madrid had been a challenge, but they'd overcome them. This time, they weren't even worried about Chelsea.

The first leg had been tight, and while there were some questionable calls from the referee, Atletico had come out on top. In the second leg, everything went as planned for the first 70 minutes. Chelsea was tiring; the game should've been wrapped up.

But in just two minutes, everything fell apart.

Three goals in rapid succession, leaving Simeone questioning if this was a nightmare.

It didn't make sense.

The first goal? Sure, Su Luo's long-range strike from 35 meters was a stroke of luck.

The second? Su Luo had burst through their defense, taking on the whole team. Annoying, but not impossible to stomach.

But the third? That was madness.

The ball came from a crowded midfield, with players on both teams scrambling to block it. Yet somehow, it slipped through, and Su Luo capitalized. How did that happen? Everyone was a step too slow, unable to react. It defied logic.

"What the hell! Puta madre!" Simeone muttered, furious.

Atletico's players were rattled. They were struggling to regroup, shaken by the rapid turnaround. Meanwhile, Su Luo, who had just completed the comeback, didn't celebrate. Instead, he grabbed the ball and ran back to the center line.

Was he serious? Did he want more?

The Atletico players were livid. It felt like an insult, as if Chelsea didn't see them as a threat anymore.

The referee's whistle blew, and play resumed. Atletico tried to slow the game down, passing it back to calm their nerves and regain control. But Chelsea immediately pressed high, forcing them to play quickly.

Midfielders Gabi, Koke, and Saul found their passing lanes cut off. With no options, the ball went back to goalkeeper Jan Oblak, who launched it forward, looking for Fernando Torres.

As the ball flew towards Torres, Su Luo, wearing Chelsea's number 7, had already anticipated the play. He dropped back, jumped up, and headed the ball directly to Cesc Fabregas.

Without losing momentum, Su Luo sprinted forward, leaving Torres in his wake. His movement was so smooth it seemed like he could predict exactly where the ball would land. It was terrifying—something even the best headers struggled to do.

Torres had no time to think. He had to track back quickly.

By then, Chelsea was already charging towards Atletico's penalty box. Fabregas found Pedro on the right, who quickly played it to Nemanja Matic, surging into the attack. Gabi was drawn to Matic, who back-heeled it into space.

In a flash, Su Luo had darted past Koke, arriving at the edge of the box to receive the pass.

"Su Luo! He's got a chance!"

"Chelsea's build-up play has been stunning!" The commentators were in awe.

Atletico's defense was crumbling. Juanfran, on the left, rushed to cover, but in doing so, he left Mason Mount wide open. Su Luo saw the opening and played a quick through ball.

Mount, now one-on-one with the keeper, was about to shoot when Savic closed in. Mount hesitated—just a fraction of a second—but it was enough for Savic to block the angle.

"Oh no! Mount's hesitation cost him! Savic has closed him down completely!"

"Mount passes back to Marcos Alonso!"

"Alonso...strikes with his left foot!"

"This could be it!"

But the cross was too fast.

Only Su Luo was in the box, and Atletico's defense, led by Godin, knew it. Godin positioned himself perfectly, preventing Su Luo from jumping easily. Savic and even Gabi moved in, trying to shut him down. There was no way Su Luo could win this header.

"Hmph, wishful thinking," Simeone muttered with a smirk. Su Luo, surrounded by defenders, had no chance.

But then, it happened.

Su Luo leaped, as if gravity didn't apply to him. Despite being boxed in, he rose above everyone else, his head connecting with the ball like a missile.

Boom!

The force was incredible. Oblak barely had time to react before the ball smashed into the net.

"Unbelievable! Absolutely incredible!"

"In just three minutes, Atletico's 2-goal lead is gone! Chelsea now has a 2-goal advantage!"

"It's a complete reversal! Atletico Madrid are 0-4 down at home, with the aggregate score now 2-4 in Chelsea's favor!"

"For every goal Su Luo scores, Atletico now need two to catch up!"

"Su Luo, with his hat-trick, isn't even celebrating. He's picked up the ball and placed it back in the center. What a psychological blow to Atletico!"

The commentators couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"You're in the lead, so why rush? What are you thinking, Su Luo?"

Madrid, Ronaldo's Mansion

After his match against Bayern Munich, Cristiano Ronaldo was in high spirits.

His 12 Champions League goals were now just two behind Su Luo! As long as Atletico Madrid knocked Chelsea out, Su Luo wouldn't be able to score more, and Ronaldo could overtake him in the semifinals and final.

The top scorer of the Champions League is my territory, he thought with satisfaction. This year, it's finally going to be mine!

Ronaldo's only regret was that if Atletico Madrid got eliminated, he wouldn't have the chance for revenge in the Champions League. Last season, losing to Union Berlin had left a bitter taste, and Ronaldo remembered that very clearly.

Tonight's match between Atletico Madrid and Chelsea was on. Initially, Ronaldo thought about going to the Calderón Stadium to watch in person, but it was their city rival's ground. It wasn't exactly a safe place for him, so he stayed home.

His girlfriend, Georgina, had taken his son, Mini Ronaldo, to visit their hometown, leaving Ronaldo alone in the mansion. He planned to watch the match and maybe invite a model over to keep him company afterward.

At first, he was content watching the game. Chelsea hadn't managed to score, and everything seemed to be in Atletico's favor. But then Ronaldo stepped away for a quick bathroom break.

When he returned, everything had changed.

"????"

The score had been 0-0 just moments ago! Now, suddenly, it was 3-0!

And it had only been two minutes!

Before Ronaldo could even process what was happening, he watched Su Luo take control of the game. On top of Godin, Savic, Gabi, and the rest of the Atletico defense, Su Luo forced the ball into the net.

A hat-trick.

Su Luo, who already had 14 goals and 8 assists in the Champions League, now had 17 goals and 9 assists!

Ronaldo's heart sank. His own tally was now 5 goals behind Su Luo's, with only three games left. Even if Real Madrid made it to the final, there was no guarantee Ronaldo could catch up.

The Golden Boot is gone, he realized. Again.

Ronaldo was furious, not so much because the award meant anything significant, but because of his competitive spirit. Losing to Su Luo was the worst part.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!!" Ronaldo exploded, hurling the remote control at the glass coffee table, shattering it.

At that moment, his phone rang.

The caller? L. Messi.

What does he want? Ronaldo thought, irritated. In all the years they had each other's numbers, they had never actually called or even sent each other a message.

"What do you want?" Ronaldo answered, his voice dripping with anger.

Messi didn't bother with pleasantries. "You watching the game? Su Luo just scored a hat-trick. Looks like he'll be playing against us soon. You're not catching up with him now."

"Did I ask for your opinion?" Ronaldo snapped. His anger only grew, sensing Messi's subtle mockery. Messi was always so quiet and reserved on the outside, but Ronaldo knew he had a mischievous side.

"Why did you call? To rub it in?"

"I thought you'd like to know," Messi replied calmly. "I can take care of Su Luo for you, if you want. Knock him out and get revenge for you."

"No need! Take care of yourself!" Ronaldo shot back. "When that kid knocks Barcelona out, don't come crying to me!"

Without waiting for a response, Ronaldo hung up the phone.

To be honest, Ronaldo wasn't sure Barcelona could handle Su Luo either. Even with the MSN trio, they weren't at their peak anymore. Neymar's mind was already on Paris, not Barcelona.

It looks like I'll be facing Su Luo in the final. The thought wasn't entirely unpleasant. A decisive battle at the top of Europe... not bad.

His fists clenched, knuckles turning purple. "I will beat you in the final, Su Luo. I swear it."

While still lost in his thoughts, Ronaldo glanced at the TV screen.

"Fk! Fk! F**k!!!"

Chelsea had scored again.

"Unbelievable! Su Luo is on fire! He's unstoppable!"

"Atletico Madrid's attack broke down, and Chelsea countered perfectly! Matic intercepted, and Moses delivered a perfect inverted triangle pass!"

"Su Luo strikes again! It's four goals for him now!"

"Five goals in four minutes! This has to be a record!"

"The average time per goal? Less than one minute!"

"Every time Chelsea attacks, they score!"

Even the commentator, Zhan Jun, was losing his mind. It was madness.

Atletico Madrid, after being treated unfairly in the first leg, had just been decimated by Chelsea in the Calderón Stadium. Five goals conceded in four minutes!

The clock was running out, and Su Luo seemed content to slow things down.

But then, out of nowhere, Atletico's players lost their composure. They recklessly brought down Mount in the front, giving Chelsea a free kick.

"Huh? A free kick at this stage?"

Su Luo stepped up, placing the ball 31 meters from the goal. The angle was tricky, but Su Luo was still eager for one last shot.

Why not? There was nothing to lose.

"Su Luo lines up... Wait! He takes it quickly!"

"He shoots!!!"

Everyone watching the game held their breath.

As the ball sailed into the back of the net, the crowd fell silent.

Five minutes. Six goals. One assist.

Su Luo had just rewritten history.

"Is he a human or a god?"

"This is what happens when you're in 'unstoppable mode'—even free kicks are 100% guaranteed to go in!"

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