In the sixty-fourth minute, Roberto Carlos and Su Hang combined down the flank.
Su Hang feinted a pass, then burst forward and cut inside.
Zambrotta read Su Hang's move early and set himself in a defensive stance.
But Su Hang's style of breaking through was completely different from players like Ronaldinho, Messi, or Eto'o.
Instead of relying on finesse, Su Hang leaned straight into Zambrotta, forcibly smashing open a path inside.
Zambrotta immediately grabbed hold of him, and Su Hang dragged him along for a full three or four meters.
With a sharp tearing sound, Su Hang's jersey was ripped apart by Zambrotta's pull.
Su Hang turned toward the referee and spread his hands.
"Oh! A yellow card! The referee shows Zambrotta a yellow."
"Honestly, a red card wouldn't have been excessive in this position. That defending was far too unprofessional. Is this really a top-tier Serie A fullback? No wonder Serie A has declined!"
"Barcelona need to be careful here—this is a very dangerous free-kick position. For Real Madrid, Roberto Carlos, Zidane, Su Hang, and Emerson are all free-kick specialists."
In the end, Su Hang—now wearing a fresh jersey—and Roberto Carlos stood over the free kick.
Roberto Carlos positioned himself about three meters behind and to the left of the ball.
Su Hang stood one meter to the left of it.
Clearly, Roberto Carlos was expected to take the shot.
From Su Hang's position, there simply wasn't enough space for a full run-up to strike a threatening free kick—
unless he was planning a set-piece routine.
Barcelona's wall stood diligently inside the box, though their height left much to be desired.
As the referee blew the whistle, Su Hang moved.
One step.
Bang!
Su Hang's right foot snapped upward.
The ball was gone in an instant.
The next moment, on the Real Madrid bench, Beckham sprang to his feet in shock.
Not just him—every Real Madrid player froze.
Modrić stared at the ball's exaggerated curve and muttered in disbelief:
"A… a Banana Free Kick… without a run-up?"
Yes.
Almost no run-up at all.
And yet, it was unmistakably Beckham's signature technique—
the "Beckham Banana Free Kick"!
Everyone knew that Beckham's Banana Free Kick was almost impossible to replicate. The angle between his plant foot and the ground at the moment of contact was terrifying—absolute torture for the ankle.
For most people, practicing this move would destroy their ankle in no time.
But Beckham could do it.
Then Su Hang appeared, and people were stunned to discover that he, too, could strike a Banana Free Kick.
Now, Su Hang had done something even Beckham himself couldn't—
a Banana Free Kick with no run-up.
That required terrifying explosive power and foot strength.
Of course, it also required Roberto Carlos's presence.
This was derived from Figo's "Left–Right Perfect Free Kick." When paired with a teammate from the world's top fullback tier, it activated the "One-Step Free Kick" effect.
With just a single step, the free kick was unleashed at two hundred percent power.
Combined with the "Beckham Banana Free Kick," Su Hang had surpassed the original.
Swish!
The ball sailed over the wall and slammed straight into the near top corner.
It wasn't that Valdés wasn't ready—he simply had no chance.
Even if he had been standing right at the near post, there was no saving that shot.
Valdés: That's honestly a bit disrespectful.
"GOAL!"
"Siu!"
"This is Su!"
"Three–two! Just as Barcelona were suppressing Real Madrid in open play, Su Hang cut inside to draw a foul and a yellow card—then buried the free kick himself!"
"What is dominance? This is dominance!"
"A goal drought? When other strikers don't score, that's a drought. When Su Hang doesn't score, it's only because he's giving the opposing goalkeeper a day off!"
"Valdés clearly had bad luck—Su Hang's vacation is over!"
On the pitch, Su Hang sprinted toward the corner flag, wagging his finger to gesture to the entire stadium.
Then he leapt into the air, spinning 180 degrees mid-flight—like a god descending to earth.
The entire Bernabéu erupted in a unified roar:
"Siuuuuuu!"
Real Madrid's players rushed over and surrounded Su Hang tightly.
In that moment, Su Hang was the king of the stadium.
That feeling even made Barcelona's players feel an uncontrollable sense of envy.
Especially Messi.
Watching Su Hang interact passionately with the fans near the sideline, pumping his fists again and again, a seed was planted deep in his heart.
One day, he would celebrate like this at Camp Nou.
Just like Su Hang.
Su Hang's goal restored Real Madrid's lead.
But it didn't change the overall flow of the match.
Barcelona's attacks remained the more aggressive force.
They threw everything into offense, holding nothing back.
In the seventy-first minute, Zidane deliberately brought Ronaldinho down and was shown a yellow card.
Capello then made two substitutions in quick succession.
Robinho replaced the tiring Raúl.
Beckham came on for Emerson, who had contributed immensely in defense but had also picked up a yellow card.
The message behind these changes was obvious: Real Madrid were setting up to counterattack.
In the seventy-third minute, Ronaldinho pulled off an Elastico just outside the box to beat Kompany.
Kompany lunged in rashly. He failed to win the ball but did clip Ronaldinho, preventing him from getting fully past.
That wasn't the worst outcome.
Kompany was shown a yellow card.
Barcelona earned a free kick in an even better position than the one Su Hang had won earlier.
Ronaldinho stepped up to take it.
He, too, was a top-class free-kick specialist.
But this time, the Bernabéu crossbar came to Real Madrid's rescue.
Ronaldinho's shot smashed against the bar and bounced away, wasting the chance to equalize.
Capello immediately replaced Kompany with Helguera.
Helguera had been in excellent form two years earlier and once carried Real Madrid's defense on his shoulders.
But since last year, his level had dropped sharply.
Age was part of the reason.
Expecting him to maintain a high standard for a full match was no longer realistic.
But for twenty solid minutes, he was still more than capable.
And with his experience, he was bound to perform better than Kompany over that stretch.
Barcelona made substitutions of their own.
Giuly came on for Deco.
Saviola replaced Gudjohnsen.
These were like-for-like changes, aimed at preserving the stamina of their attacking players and maintaining their dominance on the pitch.
After the substitutions, Barcelona continued to press Real Madrid for at least another five minutes.
But in the eighty-first minute, Helguera won the ball cleanly and played it to Beckham near the edge of the box.
Beckham lifted his head slightly, then sent a long pass that looked like it was guided by a laser, locking onto Su Hang in midfield.
Su Hang rose above Zambrotta to head the ball back, then immediately turned and surged forward.
Zambrotta grabbed and tugged at him repeatedly, his hands constantly in motion.
Without doing that, he simply couldn't keep up with Su Hang.
But in truth, he was overthinking it.
Su Hang's true strength lay in his explosive burst, not his absolute top speed.
If Zambrotta had let go and allowed Su Hang to run freely, he would have discovered that while he couldn't match Su Hang over the first few meters, he could easily reel him back in over the longer distance.
Of course, without absolute certainty, no defender would dare test that kind of logic.