The entire Santiago Bernabéu roared with cheers.

Over ninety thousand Real Madrid fans were celebrating like mad at this moment.

Messi's goal, dribbling past four players, had felt like a heavy blow to the chest, leaving them breathless.

They had even thought the match was about to end that way.

But just three minutes after that goal, Suker scored another brilliant goal to retake the lead.

When Suker scored, they felt their scalps tingling, their blood boiling.

It was as if something was about to burst out of the top of their heads, the excitement was unbearable.

Commentator Gonzalez also lavished praise.

"This is a great goal! An insane goal!"

"Putting aside allegiances and viewing this match objectively, both Suker and Messi displayed unparalleled performances."

"But at the crucial moment, Suker's decisive impact was still there!"

"Suker's presence gives Real Madrid the belief to never give up at any moment!"

"Folks! Give him a round of applause, he deserves it!"

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!!!!

Amidst the fierce applause in the stadium, Suker and his teammates celebrated together.

Benzema, Kaka, and others excitedly hugged Suker.

Suker's goal had made them feel their blood boiling with excitement.

Just as Suker had said, no matter how strong the opponent, they couldn't defeat Real Madrid at the Bernabéu.

On the sidelines, Mourinho supported his knees, bending over.

Just like the previous goal spree moment, his legs felt a little weak now.

The tense moment!

The crucial goal!

These all reminded him of the incredible thing Suker had done.

In his coaching career, Mourinho had never encountered a player like this.

His tactical setup had reached its limit, but Messi broke through those constraints, tearing open the defense with individual skill to score.

But immediately after, Suker responded to Barcelona in the same way!

This is a top-tier superstar!

No!

A historical-level superstar!

Mourinho shook his head in admiration.

Historically, Maradona, Pelé, Beckenbauer, Cruyff, etc.

They all had this ability.

A team can be bound by its era, but top-tier superstars transcend eras!

Just like Suker and Messi in this match.

Under extreme individual ability, performances that cannot be constrained by tactics.

This is the meaning of top-tier!

On the bench, Bale also slightly opened his mouth.

This goal had a huge impact on him too.

After joining Real Madrid, he constantly adapted and integrated into the team. Besides necessary training, he also kept observing Suker.

As a forward, if you don't harbor the belief to challenge Suker, you're not an excellent forward.

But after truly seeing the gap, the feeling of powerlessness weighed heavily on him.

Bale had wondered, if it were him, could he perform at this level?

Or, within 3-4 years, could he grow to Suker's level of performance?

It wasn't that Bale was timid, but the gap was simply too large.

This gap wasn't just technical; it included belief, mentality, will, etc.

Suker's three Champions Leagues, three Ballon d'Ors, showcased even greater quality with such performances.

At this moment, Bale felt dazed.

A player like this deserved the highest honors.

But precisely because this thought arose, he felt discouraged.

Guardiola shook his head, placing his hands on his temples, gently massaging them.

Tired!

So tired!

This was a kind of psychological exhaustion.

Leading, being caught up, falling behind, equalizing again... and then Suker's goal.

The course of this match was like a roller coaster, not only consuming the players' massive physical energy but also making the two managers rack their brains in opposition.

However, Guardiola ultimately failed!

Yes!

He made a mistake!

This kind of mistake shouldn't have happened, but Suker's presence affected his thinking, making his ideas less firm.

It could be said, Suker's performance alone occupied most of Guardiola's energy.

Could such a guy really be defeated?

Guardiola had this thought for the first time.

He looked up at the scoreboard.

Real Madrid 4:3 Barcelona!

The full match time was about to enter stoppage time.

Substitution spots used up!

In the intense match, physical energy also dropped sharply. Could the players still score?

Guardiola's gaze fell on Messi.

He saw Messi squatting on the pitch, breathing heavily.

In fact, Messi's running volume in this match was huge. He had been the spearhead almost from the start, constantly charging at Real Madrid.

Messi was tired!

Villa couldn't penetrate Real Madrid's defense.

In the lead, Real Madrid also retreated entirely, parking the bus, and began defending the score desperately.

No chance left!

Guardiola slowly shook his head.

Time passed bit by bit.

Three minutes of stoppage time ended!

The sharp whistle sounded.

The full match was over!

First leg of the Spanish Super Cup.

Real Madrid defeated Barcelona 4:3!

"The match is over! Another fierce battle!"

"Both Real Madrid and Barcelona displayed extremely brilliant performances in this match."

"The score, a total of seven goals scored. Both managers also directed excellently, but this time victory still stood with Real Madrid!"

Gonzalez opened his mouth, thinking to himself:

What can Barcelona do now!

He actually felt a bit sorry for Barcelona!

Three seasons!

Not a single win!

Under such suppression, Barcelona was about to develop 'Real-phobia'!

"But there's still the second leg. In three days, Barcelona will host Real Madrid. Hopefully, Barcelona can put on a brilliant performance in that match."

Barcelona players began to leave the pitch one after another.

Another loss made their morale extremely low.

This start, almost identical to last season, made them feel weary.

As for Suker, as the winner and the key player of this match, he was naturally surrounded by a large number of media.

Facing media interviews, Suker spoke confidently and at length.

Of course, there were also some media with ill intentions, constantly bringing up Fàbregas and Arsenal, asking Suker to comment.

Regarding this, Suker simply pretended not to hear.

He didn't want to be dragged into such matters.

After finishing the interview, Suker walked towards the locker room. His steps were light along the way, even happily humming a song.

This feeling was even better than winning the Ballon d'Or.

It was the feeling of effort being recognized!

All of Suker's efforts down the road were released in this match.

Most crucially, he defeated peak Messi!

Not just the match!

His individual performance also overshadowed Messi's.

In this match, Messi scored two goals.

And Suker scored a hat-trick!

All this told him that his previous efforts had not been in vain.

At the most critical moment, facing peak Messi, Suker could still step up.

This made him ecstatic!

Of course, this was just the beginning.

The result of one match doesn't represent everything; this season is the key.

Being able to suppress Messi this season would mean Suker truly suppressed peak Messi.

However, it's okay to be a little happy.

After all, a good start is always pleasing.

Bang!

Suker kicked open the locker room door, spread his arms, and said loudly:

"Come on! Lads, come greet your god!"

Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!—

His teammates gave him face, raising their arms and cheering.

After all, in that previous situation, if Suker didn't step up, no one could.

And Suker not only stepped up but also scored.

That was very crucial.

Suker!!!!!!!!!!—

Suker!!!!!!!!!!—

Suker!!!!!!!!!!—

Teammates shouted Suker's name loudly.

Suker raised his head and strode into the locker room in high spirits.

"Spanish Super Cup Features Ultimate Individual Performances!"

"Suker Scores Another Winner! King of Comebacks!"

"Bernabéu Witnesses Barcelona's Defeat!"

"Spain's Most Intense Rivalry!"

The Spanish Super Cup ended, but reports about the match spread across Europe.

Both Real Madrid and Barcelona were European focal points.

Along with the renewed dialogue between Suker and Messi.

In this match, the performances of players from both sides, the alternately rising score kept fans on the edge of their seats.

The individual showcases from Messi and Suker at the end created the climax.

The entire match rhythm was extremely tight, with goals appearing constantly, which made fans even more excited.

And through this match, topics about Suker and Messi became hotly debated again.

Suker and Messi's individual showcases at the end.

Messi's unparalleled technical display.

Suker's terrifying physical prowess.

This made fans from both sides argue again.

Messi fans insisted that technical skill added more value and was more spectacular.

But Suker fans believed the ultimate winner was Suker, and the data also showed Suker was more outstanding.

Both sides held their own views, engaging in fierce debate based on their styles.

And this debate kept spreading under heated discussion, forming a topic.

Some fans even believed Suker didn't know how to dribble with skill at all, just relying on physicality to play. Without his physicality, he had no technical skill to speak of.

Most of these fans formed in recent years. As Suker's style shifted towards being a striker, they naturally saw this.

Regarding these topics, Real Madrid simply ignored them.

But it brought out an unexpected person.

Maicon, playing for Inter Milan, took part in an interview in Milan during his injury recovery period.

In the interview, the host also raised this question.

"Does Suker have any technical skill?"

Hearing this question, Maicon almost blew up.

"Suker has no technique? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard. I think those who raise these doubts are rookies who only started following football in recent years. They simply haven't paid attention to Suker's performances during his AC Milan days!"

"Of course, the current Suker leans more towards being a striker. Under increasingly faster rhythms, players also need to make some adjustments according to the overall environment. Suker chose efficiency, hence he no longer performs those flashy moves."

Maicon got somewhat emotional; "Those who haven't faced Suker directly simply won't understand this feeling."

"I stand in front of him, and it's like I don't exist; this guy's eyes are always fixed on the goal."

"If I create distance, he dribbles past me!"

"If I stand my ground, he still dribbles past me!"

"If I press him, he will very happily dribble past me!"

Maicon shook his head; "That was simply a nightmare!"

"Many people think I was destroyed by Bale. Yes! I admit my performance in that match wasn't good, but there were also team reasons. But Suker and Bale are completely different types of players. I hope these guys think carefully about why when we type 'all-rounder' into a search engine, Suker's name appears!"

Maicon's response sparked discussion again.

On YouTube, Milan's legendary captain, Maldini, also responded.

In a self-made video, Maldini smiled at the camera:

"To those who doubt Suker's technique, I tell you, you are utterly wrong!"

"If you carefully observe the content of every match Suker plays, you will discover how brilliantly he performs. Or, you can look up videos of Suker during his AC Milan period. These videos will tell you whether he has technique or not!"

"Let me tell you a story. During the Milan days, I forgot which season exactly, but I remember a training match. Seedorf nutmegged Suker. Then, in the following time, Suker kept nutmegging people repeatedly. Nesta was nutmegged four times."

Maldini shrugged; "He's a petty guy! Of course, we still love him!"

After Maldini spoke out, those former Milan teammates also stood up in support.

Pirlo: "If Suker has no technique, then we all don't know how to play football!"

Inzaghi: "This guy's technique was so good that Ancelotti almost pulled him to play midfield. You say he has no technique?"

Nesta: "I need to correct that; I was only nutmegged twice!"

Gattuso: "Idiots (angry)! Be careful, I'll ride my bike to smash your keyboards!"

The outspoken support from former Milan teammates also made public opinion gradually ease its direction.

But as the person involved, Suker didn't pay attention to this matter.

In the Real Madrid locker room.

"Really ridiculous!" Marcelo shook his head at these brainless comments; "These guys should try what it feels like to be dribbled past by Suker?"

"However, what they said isn't entirely without reason!"

Everyone swiftly turned their heads to look.

Kaka immediately raised his hand and quickly said: "I mean, Suker indeed doesn't use technical dribbling much anymore!"

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at Suker again.

Suker tied his shoelaces, turned his head, and asked: "If I can beat someone with just an acceleration, why bother with feints?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Not without reason!

Suker rolled his eyes and walked out of the locker room.

He felt these public opinions were purely making trouble out of nothing.

The current Suker indeed rarely used feints or performed fancy dribbles.

He mostly relied on straight-line acceleration or changes of direction.

Relying on his freakish physical prowess.

Just like Suker's earlier sentence: something that can be solved with one acceleration doesn't need feints.

Not only does it waste time, but it also reduces efficiency.

Suker's current style is extremely minimalist, forcing opponents to compete with him physically. This kind of dribbling is the simplest and also the most deadly.

Once you can't compete, there's simply no way to restrict him.

In fact, during his AC Milan period, Suker's dribbling still had some flashy elements.

But after joining Real Madrid, Suker started focusing more on efficiency and data.

Therefore, he needed to simplify those unnecessary movements in his actions.

Just like he rarely performed elastico, Marseille turn, stepovers, etc.

He mostly used simple and practical pushes, cuts, or the La Croqueta.

The first-leg victory in the Spanish Super Cup boosted the players' morale.

Of course, there were some surprises in this match.

Even so, this match also revealed some problems for Real Madrid.

First: Kaka being targeted, limiting distribution.

Second: Defensive concentration dropping after the 80th minute.

Third: The integration issue of attacking down both wings.

These three were issues Mourinho needed to solve.

"Today we need to briefly train again the overall movement and positioning during 'playmaking full-back' build-up."

Mourinho explained the tactical points upfront, and the players listened attentively.

In two more days, it would be the second leg of the Spanish Super Cup.

They would challenge Barcelona away, and the match would be even more intense than at home.

Moreover, the first leg proved that Barcelona's current overall form was truly excellent.

For Real Madrid to win the match, they needed to deliver an even better performance.

Suker thought the same.

The first-leg victory was only a temporary lead; the second leg would decide the final champion.

After a hard-fought match, the second leg would only be more difficult.

Suker clenched his fist tightly.

He said he would suppress Messi; he couldn't fall at the start.

He wanted complete suppression.

Only then would he live up to his previous efforts.

For a full three hours, Real Madrid trained.

The training intensity wasn't high, focusing more on tactical movement aspects.

However, while training, Mourinho would constantly feed them concepts of 'fight', 'deadly rivals' from the sidelines, and sometimes even use some radical words.

Like 'enemy', 'kill', etc.

To Suker and others, it wasn't a problem; after all, they indeed had a Clásico relationship and usually had little interaction anyway.

But in the ears of Spanish local players like Casillas, it was somewhat harsh.

But based on the team's current stability and the desire for results, Casillas also endured it.

But he always felt that developing in this direction might lead to some bad outcomes.

After all, last season, their derbies had already started moving towards 'bloodshed'.

Barcelona wouldn't swallow this anger.

Real Madrid naturally wouldn't passively take a beating either.

"Ai~~~~"

Casillas sighed.

He wanted to balance the relationship between club and country, but always felt he was losing grip.