"Barcelona is down a man. For the first 20 minutes of the second half, we can attack fiercely, using offense to exhaust their physical strength. Then, for the remaining 25 minutes, we will defend, and we will play more relaxed!"

Mourinho is a defensive master, but also a pragmatist.

He knows better than anyone how to win.

Barcelona is currently playing with one less man. If they don't increase their attacking power and hit them while they're down now, when will they?

Suker was very satisfied with Mourinho's tactical arrangement.

Since he promised to score more goals, Mourinho wouldn't do something pointless.

Nor would he retaliate with so-called idiotic revenge because of his 'actions'!

Leaving aside Mourinho's personality and methods, his talent in football coaching alone is commendable, and he is also the most dedicated person when it comes to 'victory'.

It was just that before, he was considering the Champions League Final!

Now that it has been decided to play well in the remaining two matches, Mourinho will try his best to win the games.

You can doubt many aspects of Mourinho, but you can never doubt his desire for victory!

"Suker!" Mourinho turned to look at Suker; "No need to wait until the 70th minute, you can explode directly in the second half!"

Suker immediately gave a thumbs up: "Got It!"

"Everyone else, in the second half, try to help Suker score. After 65 minutes, we will make substitutions, retreat all lines, and defend!"

Mourinho clenched his fist tightly: "Win this game!"

In the second half, both sides switched ends and resumed play!

Real Madrid made no substitutions.

But Barcelona made some changes.

Fabregas and Adriano came off.

Sanchez and Mascherano came on.

Barcelona's formation also changed to 3-3-1-2.

Three defenders: Mascherano, Pique, and Puyol.

Xavi, Iniesta, and Busquets in midfield!

Messi appeared in the number ten position!

Pedro and Sanchez were pushed upfront.

This formation was a cut-down version of 3-3-1-3. Clearly, Guardiola also understood that Messi wouldn't get the ball in a more advanced position, so he proactively moved his standing position back, while also letting Pedro and Sanchez push upfront to help Messi tear open the defense, allowing Messi to find opportunities independently.

This was the last struggle Guardiola could make.

Suker shook his head slightly when he saw this formation:

The three-man defense was what Suker feared the least. Any team that dared to set up a three-man defense in front of him would have their defensive line torn to shreds by Suker.

Guardiola had a soft spot for the three-man defense. Not only could it increase the weight of the midfield and front line, but it could also provide effective defense.

Of course, this formation heavily tested the abilities of the three defenders.

Every defender would definitely need to be of top-tier quality.

But for Suker, unless he was outmatched in terms of physical qualities and ability, they could only rely on sheer numbers to limit him.

Playing with this kind of small but elite three-man defense was just gifting goals to Suker!

Guardiola sighed, looking at the field.

He had no other choice!

Being down a man, he simply didn't have the extra strength to commit to defense.

If he pulled players from the midfield and front line, it would only sacrifice Messi's scoring opportunities, which would be putting the cart before the horse.

Moreover, as a Spaniard, Guardiola inherently disliked defensive formations.

Even until his dying breath, he wanted to keep the ball at his feet.

"The second half has begun, and Barcelona, playing with one less man, still hasn't given up on attacking. But can a three-man defense really stop Suker?"

Suker ran to the wing, receiving a pass from Kaka, but he didn't choose to break through, instead passing it back.

Taking advantage of Kaka's clear transfer, Suker continued to advance his position.

Pressure had to be applied to the opponent in the most dangerous areas.

Suker pulled wide to the wing.

Bale on the other wing was also eyeing the goal menacingly.

The two, one on the left and one on the right, were both top-tier speedsters in football, so Barcelona dared not relax in the slightest. They could only try their best to stretch out to both flanks.

This also led to large open spaces in the half-spaces.

Kaka took advantage of these spaces, constantly interfering with passes through the runs of Suker, Benzema, and Bale.

"Tuck in! Tuck in! Tighten up!"

Pique constantly shouted left and right.

He looked at the huge open space in the half-spaces, and his heart couldn't help but pound.

If anyone pushed forward, and Kaka threaded another ball through, they would be finished!

"Can't get past him!"

Mascherano stared intently at Suker in front of him, shouting without turning his head.

Puyol on the other side roared forward; "Midfielders retreat!"

Xavi and Busquets accelerated their retreat.

But they were still a step too slow.

Suker suddenly moved horizontally, Kaka passed the ball to Suker, and at the same time, he pushed forward on his own.

Suker met the ball and lightly flicked it with the tip of his foot.

The ball flew in an arc towards the position diagonally behind Pique.

"Damn it!"

Pique cursed, immediately turning his head to chase Kaka.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Kaka lightly jump, and with the falling ball, he flicked it towards the middle.

"Shit!"

Pique turned around again.

And this time, he saw Suker already at the landing spot of the ball.

"Mascherano!" Pique couldn't catch up, he could only call out to his teammate.

Suker looked at the falling ball, but did not control it immediately. Instead, he took a step laterally to the left front, and forcefully pushed past.

Mascherano's momentum decreased, and he let out a muffled grunt.

He didn't expect Suker to actively engage in a challenge.

And just as he took advantage of the challenge, Suker regained his balance, and the ball had just landed.

As the ball bounced up, Suker powerfully struck the ball with his instep.

This was a volley shot!

The ball almost skimmed the grass, flying towards the left side of the goal.

Due to the hurried shot, the angle wasn't good, but the distance was close enough, and the power was immense.

Barcelona's Goalkeeper, Valdes, split his legs, extending his right leg to try and block the ball out.

In a flash of lightning, he could feel the ball hit his right leg, but it didn't fly out. Instead, after impact, it bounced upwards, hitting the top netting above.

The entire Camp Nou stadium fell silent again.

Barcelona fans painfully closed their eyes.

They had forgotten how many times this had happened, but this time it seemed they were going to lose again.

Most importantly, Messi hadn't scored a single goal yet, while Suker had already scored two.

"Can't stop Suker!"

"It's over!!"

"It's like this again!"

"When will this end?!"

"We're going to lose again!"

"We can win against other teams, but we always lose against Real Madrid! I'm sick of it!"

"When Real Madrid scored first, it was already decided. Real Madrid has a 100% win rate when they are leading!"

"What a terrible game!"

Barcelona fans were all pounding their throats.

They wouldn't protest by leaving the stadium.

But they were truly losing patience.

Three consecutive seasons!

Since Suker arrived, it seemed everything had changed.

They were once the 'Dream Team', they should have embarked on a glorious career.

But in the League and Champions League, they were tripped up by Real Madrid.

For three consecutive seasons, they had won nothing.

Although they had a Copa del Rey this season, there was still no certainty about it.

Besides, what good was the Copa del Rey?!

They wanted the League Championship!

They wanted the Champions League!

But Real Madrid was like a mountain blocking their way, making it impossible for them to move an inch.

Perhaps something had already been decided last season.

In that three-game battle in the League and Champions League, where they faced each other in terms of physicality, mentality, and morale, they ultimately lost 0-1-2 to Real Madrid.

Even a draw at home wasn't respectable!

And after that match, when they faced Real Madrid, a natural sense of fear began to emerge psychologically.

Although they were very reluctant to admit it.

But as soon as Suker got the ball, they truly felt their hearts pounding erratically.

Even with a 3-0 lead, they didn't feel secure.

The current situation of Barcelona had perhaps already been decided before.

On the field, Suker spread his arms, making a soaring motion at the Camp Nou stadium.

Although Barcelona fans were very displeased with this, there was nothing they could do.

Moreover, in this match, Barcelona had indeed tried various ways to limit Suker, but Alves received a red card and was sent off for it, and also conceded a penalty.

And with one man down, Suker simply couldn't be stopped.

Now, the goal difference between Suker and Messi had not only not narrowed, but had actually widened.

Mourinho watched the situation on the sidelines. Many Barcelona players lowered their heads and shook them constantly, which was a sign of low morale.

"Ten more minutes!"

Mourinho shouted loudly.

After ten minutes, Real Madrid would switch from attack to defense.

Two goals were enough, there was no need to continue clashing with Barcelona, they still had the Champions League Final to play!

In the 62nd minute, Suker got another chance.

However, this time the shot was unlucky, and the ball hit the post and rebounded out.

Benzema wanted to seize the opportunity, but Puyol cleared the ball away a step ahead.

Seeing this, Suker shook his head slightly.

He was about to be substituted.

However, the mission was accomplished.

Suker scored two goals, further widening the gap in goal count.

Sure enough, in the 65th minute, Mourinho made a decisive substitution.

Suker and Bale left the field.

Carvalho and Carvajal came on as substitutes.

Real Madrid officially switched from attack to defense!

"Come on! Hold them off!"

Suker vigorously waved his fist towards his teammates.

They all gave him a thumbs up.

On one hand, it was to reassure Suker.

On the other hand, it was to praise Suker's performance!

There were only 25 minutes left in the entire match, at most 28 minutes.

After Suker left the field, Barcelona still tried to find opportunities to score.

But at this point, their midfielders and defenders were exhausted from being pulled around by Real Madrid.

They couldn't push forward and could only pass the ball to Messi, letting him dribble and break through.

Messi charged fiercely.

Even if he couldn't win, he wanted to narrow the goal difference as much as possible.

Every goal counted!

With this mindset, Messi launched a fierce assault on Real Madrid's defense.

However, Real Madrid wouldn't let Messi break through so easily.

Sometimes they restricted and interfered, other times they surrounded and pressed.

If Messi appeared in a dangerous area, they would tackle him directly.

Messi started falling again and again.

But the score remained unchanged.

Messi didn't know how many times he had attacked, and when he looked up, he happened to see the electronic board held up by the fourth official on the sidelines.

Three minutes of injury time!

Only three minutes left!

And the goal difference between him and Suker had widened to four goals.

At this moment, Messi suddenly felt a surge of exhaustion.

And it was at this moment that a wave of fatigue washed over him.

The three minutes passed quickly.

The entire Camp Nou stadium was extremely quiet, with only a few Real Madrid fans celebrating.

Even in the face of provocation and ridicule from Real Madrid fans, Barcelona fans had lost the strength to retaliate; this match had exhausted them mentally and physically.

At first, they could still be angry, but now they were somewhat accustomed to losing.

After the match ended, Messi immediately walked towards the player tunnel.

Since the camera couldn't capture Messi, it naturally started capturing Suker.

Suker was still very happy, constantly high-fiving his teammates.

"Great job! Our defenders kept a clean sheet against Barcelona!"

"Hahaha! Dario played wonderfully!"

"Sergio, your tackle was cool!"

In a great mood, Suker also gave thumbs up, praising them repeatedly.

Suker widened the goal difference, and this was not only due to his own goals but also because the defenders held off Barcelona's attack, especially by not letting Messi score, which was excellent.

"Alright, no more celebrating, we should go!"

Mourinho waved his hand, signaling the players to enter the player tunnel.

Suker was allowed to accept interviews, as he was the protagonist of this match, but everyone else was ordered to return to the field.

After this match, Real Madrid was completely established as the dominant force in La Liga.

"In the early part of the match, Barcelona's defenders indeed caused me a lot of trouble, even forcing me to give up possession and start making runs, but the result was still very good; we ultimately won the match!"

"Sukic? I don't want him to be exposed to the media too early, but he will come to watch the Champions League final!"

In a great mood, Suker was more willing to talk to the media.

Suker talked a lot, and the media also got a lot of news, which was a win-win situation.

Finally, after this match, Real Madrid concluded the 37th round of the 2011/2012 La Liga season.

Barcelona lost 0:2 to Real Madrid at Camp Nou!

And after securing this victory, Real Madrid had only one League match left.

In the last match, Real Madrid would host Málaga.

However, they couldn't relax in this match.

After all, Barcelona would challenge Racing Santander, who had already been relegated, away from home.

Racing Santander was at the bottom of the League table this season.

They had a full ten-point difference from the second-to-last team, so they were certainly in last place.

And after being confirmed for relegation, Racing Santander's performance in all aspects also worsened.

Playing Barcelona at this time, Messi was very likely to rack up goals against these guys.

Even if it was an away game, the strength gap between Barcelona and Racing Santander was evident; whether it was home or away didn't make much difference.

As for Real Madrid's opponent, Mallorca, they were currently in eighth place; it couldn't be said to be tricky, but scoring goals against them would definitely be more difficult than against Racing Santander.

May 13th.

Real Madrid vs. Mallorca.

Racing Santander vs. Barcelona!

These two matches were played simultaneously at the same time.

And under this schedule, fans of both Suker and Messi became restless.

This was exciting!

After all, no one knew what the other party's current situation was.

Hundreds of kilometers apart, Suker and Messi were still fiercely competing for the golden boot award.

"Messi has two goals now!"

A Real Madrid staff member came to the bench and shouted.

Upon hearing this, Carvajal and the others turned to look at the big screen.

Currently, Real Madrid led Mallorca 1:0, with Suker scoring the goal.

The goal difference between Suker and Messi should have been five, but now it had narrowed to three.

"Come on!" Carvajal clenched his fist tightly and muttered softly.

He naturally supported Suker, as he didn't know Messi.

However, Mallorca was defending stubbornly, making it difficult for Suker to get scoring opportunities.

"Damn it! Did these Mallorca players take money from Barcelona? They've already secured their League status, and they're still defending stubbornly in the last match?"

At this moment, the Real Madrid staff member ran over again.

"Messi has a hat-trick!"

Everyone grimaced.

Only two goals difference left!

Racing Santander, hold on, damn it!

On the field, Suker was also desperately attacking the defense; the time had already entered the 80th minute.

Suker's total goals for the season were currently 59.

He was only one goal away from breaking the 60-goal mark!

And being stuck here was also very uncomfortable.

Suker didn't know why these Mallorca guys were acting crazy, why they were desperately trying to prevent him from scoring in the last match, but he wouldn't give in.

Real Madrid had a corner kick, and Di Maria took it.

Suker entered the penalty area and was immediately marked.

Just as Di Maria took the kick, Suker moved backward instead of forward, directly exiting the first heading line and running towards the penalty spot.

Suker's run immediately allowed him to break free.

At the same time, Benzema received the ball, flicked it with his head, and passed it to Suker.

Suker met the falling ball and easily pushed it into the net!

"Gooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!!"

"Suker!!!!!—"

"Sixty goals this season!!! We are witnessing history, the birth of a crazy striker! Suker scored a total of sixty goals in 38 matches in the 2011/2012 season! With such a crazy performance, he has almost become the nightmare of all defenses!"

"Mallorca also targeted Suker in this match, but they still couldn't stop Suker from scoring!"

Throughout the Bernabéu stadium, fervent Real Madrid fans continuously cheered and shouted for Suker.

Even though they had witnessed match after match with their own eyes, they still couldn't believe it.

This was simply too crazy!

The 90 minutes came to an end.

Real Madrid ultimately defeated Mallorca 2:0, securing victory in the 38th round of the 2011/2012 La Liga season, which also marked the official end of this La Liga season.

"How's it going over there?"

After Suker left the field, he immediately asked his teammates.

Upon hearing this, Carvajal grinned and smiled, "Congratulations, Suker!"

Suker immediately smiled.

It seemed his golden boot award was secure!

"After Messi scored his fourth goal, he was tackled and injured by angry Racing Santander players!"

Suker was stunned; "Messi was injured?"

Carvajal nodded; "That's right, he wanted to rack up goals against Racing Santander, but he also had to understand Racing Santander's feelings after being relegated; in that situation, frantically scoring goals against a relegated team at the bottom of the table, and at their home ground, anyone's mental would collapse!"

Suker understood this sentence as... he deserved it!