The All-Around Center Forward

"Oh! My God!"

In the Spanish commentary booth, González grabbed his head, almost burying his face into the desk, as if trying to shove his head into the screen.

He looked left and right—it was definitely a goal!

Only 1 minute and 12 seconds into the game, Suker had already scored.

At this moment, González's Spanish echoing cry exploded:

"Gooooooooooooooaaaaaaaallllll!!!"

"Su~~~ker~~~~~~!!!"

"My God! Everyone was eagerly waiting for Suker's debut and hoping for goals, but no one expected the goal would come this fast!"

"Just 1 minute and 12 seconds into the game—that's the exact time! What a crazy striker!"

"And that control, that perfect player-ball fusion… absolutely brilliant."

At the Bernabéu Stadium, the referee stood stunned, staring at the net.

But he quickly recovered and pointed to the center circle.

The goal was valid!

Real Madrid 1:0 Deportivo La Coruña.

"Oh! God!"

Florentino Pérez couldn't stay calm.

He stood up from his seat and even ran out of the VIP box, standing by the barrier, amazed as he watched the pitch.

Before Pellegrini, Real Madrid's coach, could even sit down, he had already joined the celebration.

Every Real Madrid player was stunned.

Damn it!A goal!Boom!!!!!!!!!!!

At this moment, everyone was boiling with excitement.

"A goal!! Oh my God!"

"How did you do it!"

"We're ahead!"

"Hey! Let's high-five!"

Real Madrid players rushed toward Suker, surrounding him with excitement.

The goal was too sudden; they hadn't even reacted.

But once they did, their excitement was boundless.

This was a super striker!

This was worth a hundred million!

In the stands, Real Madrid fans erupted with the loudest cheers.

When the goal happened, they were so shocked they nearly fainted from excitement.

They had been waiting for Suker's goal.

But it came so fast, they couldn't respond in time.

Now, it was not too late.

In an instant, the four stands—80,000 Real Madrid fans—shouted Suker's name in unison.

SUKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SUKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SUKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Deportivo players looked stunned.

Suker's goal came too fast.

They hadn't reacted.

Their heads were still dizzy.

"Keep going!"

Suker, surrounded by teammates, retreated and clenched his fist:

"Deportivo's stunned!"

"Shouldn't we calm down?" Ramos asked.

"Calm your… ahem, as the Eastern proverb says: beat a drowning dog hard!"

Ramos tilted his head:

"What does that mean?"

"When your enemy is dazed…" Suker snarled, "go all out on him!"

The game resumed.

Only 7 minutes later, Real Madrid attacked again.

Suker received the ball on the left flank but didn't touch it.

Instead, the ball slipped under his legs.

He ran around the Deportivo fullback's other side and suddenly burst forward.

At this moment, speed and passion unfolded.

Suker and the Deportivo fullback sprinted toward the ball.

Thanks to Suker's explosive power and speed, he closed the half-body gap in just three strides, then overtook in a straight line!

The Deportivo fullback's mentality collapsed.

He tried to grab Suker's shirt.

But Suker suddenly made a sharp cut in front of him.

The defender's rhythm was completely disrupted; he could only watch as Suker carried the ball away.

"He's passed him! Real Madrid's attack down the left!"

"Suker dribbles to the edge of the penalty box, weaving horizontally.

Raúl and Higuaín prepare to make forward runs.

What will Suker choose?"

González's eyes widened, eager to see Suker's move.

The next second, Suker suddenly twisted his body and unleashed a powerful shot.

The ball flew under the legs of Deportivo's central defender, aiming for the far corner away from the goalkeeper.

Though the angle wasn't especially tight, it was a reverse angle shot.

Deportivo's keeper reacted too slowly and couldn't save it.

The ball flew into the net.

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!

The Bernabéu erupted.

Less than ten minutes into the game, Suker had already scored two goals.

"A goal! Another goal! Suker! This is Suker—the super striker of Real Madrid!"

"Deportivo cannot stop Suker—no one can!"

"This is madness!"

González's voice was filled with excitement:

"Last season, Real Madrid's attack was slow and lost rhythm; they hesitated to shoot and missed chances. We saw it too often.

But now, Madrid fans have no worries because they have the best striker in the world!"

"Look! There he is! Wearing the number 9 jersey for Real Madrid, scoring twice against Deportivo in ten minutes."

Real Madrid fans began to simply enjoy the match.

Suker played with great effort, repeatedly attacking down the left wing.

He was enjoying himself immensely.

For the first time, Suker realized just how good he was!

In Serie A, entering the opponent's half meant crowds of defenders everywhere—he had to find tiny gaps.

But La Liga was different.

Wide open spaces and few defenders—he thought, I can't be stopped here!

Suker pressured Deportivo's defense for a full 20 minutes until they were exhausted.

Just as they thought his stamina was fading, Suker returned in the second half.

At the 53rd minute, during a Real Madrid corner, Suker rose for a header and scored again.

"Suker! The third goal!"

"Debut! Hat-trick!!"

"No one can stop Suker! Deportivo's defense has completely collapsed!"

Suker stood before the stands, arms wide open.

The roaring cheers of tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans filled his vision.

Their passionate faces energized him.

"La Liga! Here I come!"

At the 67th minute, Pellegrini substituted Suker.

He could have kept Suker on until the end but, seeing Deportivo's increasingly aggressive fouls, he took him off immediately.

Suker left the pitch holding a hat-trick.

Even substituted early, Suker was very satisfied.

After Suker left, the match turned more heated.

Deportivo's frustrated players committed rough fouls.

But they forgot Real Madrid had a powder keg.

When Deportivo forward Riki attacked, Pepe fiercely slid to take him down.

Then Pepe grabbed Riki by the hair and spat in his face.

As Riki struggled, Pepe slapped him:

"You still dare to move?"

No surprise—Pepe was shown a straight red card.

"Pepe again! What a nasty guy. Riki just got unlucky, that's all."

González shook his head.

Pepe's red cards were as common as eating and drinking.

Pepe left the field looking furious.

Suker glanced at Pepe.

He thought Pepe winked at him.

"That guy, was it on purpose?"

Suker was puzzled.