Mourinho stood on the sidelines, shaking his head, looking at Casillas.
He still preferred taller goalkeepers, and Casillas was somewhat short in stature.
Villarreal's players were celebrating wildly. Chen Zhong ran towards Benzema, patting his shoulder forcefully and said, "Hey, my friend, I don't know what you're thinking or going through right now."
"But I know that if you continue like this, your situation will only get worse."
"Pull yourself together, and if you don't know what to do, just pass the ball to me."
Benzema looked up at Chen Zhong. Back then, Chen Zhong was just a "nobody," but now he had become a team leader, a star.
He was so bright and confident in what he said.
Benzema wanted to respond, but Chen Zhong was already running towards Casillas to ask for the ball, and Casillas quickly threw it over.
"The game continues!"
"Real Madrid kicked off again."
"A series of one-two passes."
"Benzema passed the ball out."
"C. Ronaldo!"
"A powerful shot!"
