The All-Around Center Forward

On an island in Portugal, a movie shoot is underway.

Beneath a sunshade by the seaside, a beautiful figure in a black dress adorned with white floral trim sits gracefully.

Her face is like a masterpiece sculpted by God—fair skin with a rosy glow, a high-bridged nose, and brilliant eyes. Her features come together to form an exquisite beauty.

Her thick, long hair is casually pinned up with a pencil. The sea breeze gently stirs the strands by her temples, evoking a sense of delicate vulnerability.

Anne Hathaway sits on a lounge chair, her posture straight, legs together and tilted to the side—an image of elegance and refinement.

A laptop rests on her lap, and she carefully reads the comments under a film review.

Her expression remains calm and serene, yet the rise and fall of her chest and the occasional swallow betray her inner turmoil.

The review section is flooded with personal attacks.

Vile insults, character defamation, and even slander against her family.

Since entering this profession, Anne Hathaway has worked diligently. She only ever wanted to present her best self to the public and to her fans.

But somehow, that changed.

They called her a "bitch."

Said she was "fake."

That everything was staged.

And yes—Anne Hathaway didn't deny it. But all those efforts were meant to show her best self. She gave it her all, yet she couldn't understand why no one saw that.

Her red lips parted as she exhaled slowly.

She placed the laptop to the side and lifted her gaze to the distant horizon.

A complex emotion shone in her radiant eyes, their brightness now dulled by sorrow. She looked increasingly melancholic.

"Anne!"

A woman in white business attire walked over.

She appeared to be around 40, with a sharp bob haircut. Seeing the laptop by Anne's side, she sighed, "I told you not to read those garbage comments."

Anne didn't turn around. Facing the sea breeze, she said, "I just wanted to see real feedback—on my acting, my performance—but…"

"Amanda," Anne lowered her eyes, her lashes quivering, revealing a bittersweet smile, "Tell me… did I really do something wrong? Or something bad? Is this God's punishment? Maybe I'm atoning for my sins."

Amanda frowned and said firmly, "Anne, you've done nothing wrong. You're the most hardworking actress I've ever known. The misunderstanding is temporary. One day, they'll understand."

Anne smiled softly. "Your words are sounding more and more hollow, but… thank you, Amanda. Thank you for staying by my side."

"Silly girl, what are you saying?" Amanda gently stroked her hair. "I think you should take a break. Go on vacation. Maybe fall in love, let some pressure off. Everything might resolve itself."

Anne chuckled. "Fall in love? Spare me. I'm no good at that—and now isn't the time."

"Oh, right!" Anne asked, "What about the collaboration offer we sent?"

"Rejected," Amanda sighed.

Anne's spirits dropped. "I guess he doesn't want to be associated with 'trash' either."

Anne stood up and walked to the beach, spreading her arms wide toward the vast ocean, lifting her head to take in the salty breeze.

The sunlight warmed her body.

A smile reappeared on her beautiful face.

"You're right, maybe I really should take a break."

"Oh! Director Edward invited you to be in his film—with Jake Gyllenhaal."

Anne turned her head. "Should I go?"

Looking at her thin, weary face, Amanda felt a sudden ache in her heart.

"No!" Amanda suddenly laughed and shouted, "Screw him!"

Anne giggled, repeating in a playful whisper, "Screw him!"

Madrid, Spain

Due to the European qualifiers, the paused league schedule had to speed up. This led to a two-match week.

September 20: Jerez (home) vs Real Madrid

September 23: Real Madrid (home) vs Villarreal

The intense schedule was a huge test for the players' stamina.

Yet in both matches, Suker's performance was absolutely stunning.

La Liga, Round 3:

Suker scored two goals and assisted twice, almost single-handedly leading Real Madrid to a 5–0 victory over Jerez.

After that game, the Spanish media screamed in unison:"A Monster Has Emerged!"

Three matches. Six goals.An average of two per game.Insane scoring efficiency.

At the same time, Messi failed to score in Round 3, staying at five total goals.

But Round 4 was even more insane.

Xabi Alonso returned from injury, freeing Suker to play his preferred center forward role.Working with Alonso, Guti, and Higuaín's passes, Suker delivered his first professional four-goal game (a haul).

BOOM!!!!!!!

The Bernabéu exploded in euphoria.

Real Madrid fans screamed like a hurricane.Cheering, stomping, clapping—releasing every ounce of excitement.

They loved amazing matches.They loved victory.And when both combined, they went wild.

By the 81st minute, Suker had scored all four goals of the match.

From the first minute, he never stopped attacking.

Villarreal, no weak team—known as the "Yellow Submarine."

But under Suker's relentless assault, they collapsed.

This was Suker's cathartic match.

Since Alonso's injury, Suker had sacrificed goals to help organize play.

But that wasn't his style.

Now, he was fully unleashed.

All the pent-up rage was dumped on Villarreal—sinking the Yellow Submarine.

"Insane! Incredible!"Commentator Gonzalez exclaimed."I don't even know how to describe this. Each of Suker's four goals could be a Goal of the Week!"

"One bicycle kick!""One diving header!""One volley!""And one long-range rocket!"

"When this Croatian striker is fully unleashed, no one can stop him!"

Four rounds. Ten goals!Unbelievable.

Suker raised his jersey to the camera, arms wide open, as if embracing the stadium.

He became the undisputed center of attention.

"You crazy bastard!"Ramos clutched his head, grinning."Four goals in one match! Ten in four rounds!"

This striker is a monster.

Suker was subbed off to save strength for:

Next match: vs Sevilla (away)

And October 1st UEFA Champions League group match

Still, Suker was happy.He had scored his first four-goal game. Next up?He aimed for five.

This match had fewer restrictions on him.

If Sevilla marked him tightly, his impact might drop—but he could still assist.

"Great job!"Coach Pellegrini clapped Suker's shoulder.

Pellegrini then pulled out a banana, peeled it, and handed it to Suker with a sunny smile.

Suker: "…"

Full-time: Real Madrid 4–0 VillarrealSuker scored all four.

The news exploded across Europe.

"The Mad Croatian Striker!"

"Ten Goals in Four Games—Suker's Scoring Machine!"

"€100 Million for a Super Striker—Florentino's Masterstroke!"

"A Legendary Real Madrid Striker in the Making?"

"Are We Entering the Suker Era of La Liga?"

"Suker vs Messi—Stats Don't Lie!"

Barça beat Racing Santander 3–1.Messi scored two, reaching seven goals.

He thought he might retake the lead—until the post-match press conference.

Reporter:"Real Madrid just won 4–0 against Villarreal."

Guardiola: (no reaction)Messi: (slightly frowning)

Reporter: "Suker scored four goals."

Guardiola: "What? Four goals?!"

Messi's pupils shook, fists clenched.

Back at the training base, Guardiola demanded:

"Give me the footage of that match—NOW!"

He had to understand how Real Madrid suddenly became a juggernaut—especially Suker's insane scoring.

London, England – Chelsea Training Base

Coach Ancelotti watched practice when his assistant rushed over.

"News just in: Suker scored four. Real Madrid won 4–0."

Ancelotti raised an eyebrow:

"(o_O)!"

"The footage is being transferred—"

Ancelotti waved it off.

"No need to watch."

"Why? Everyone in Europe is analyzing Real Madrid!"

Ancelotti calmly said:

"They're studying the wrong thing.Don't study Real Madrid—study Suker."

"What do you mean?"

Ancelotti explained:

"Suker played in Serie A—the toughest league to score in.Any striker who scores 30+ goals in Serie A will explode in La Liga, where defense is softer."

"It's not about tactics—it's about Suker's freakish talent.Give him a good midfield, especially someone who can launch long balls, and he'll repay you handsomely."

He sighed.

"The scary one isn't Real Madrid—it's Suker.He's the best striker I've ever seen."

Ancelotti regretted not pushing harder to sign him.If Chelsea had Suker, he'd dominate Europe.

Assistant: "We should still be cautious."

Ancelotti nodded: "Yes, but Real still hasn't unlocked Suker's full potential."

"He scored 10 in 4 games! Isn't that peak?"

Ancelotti: "Goals aren't everything.Suker isn't just a scorer—he's an all-around playmaker."

"Only developing his scoring is a waste!Pellegrini doesn't know how to use him."

Assistant: "Then who does?"

Ancelotti raised his brow.

"Who do you think?"

Suker can adapt to any style or tempo, transforming the team as needed.

To Ancelotti, Suker is a magic wand—a player that enhances everything around him.

But under Pellegrini, he's just a blunt hammer.

"Cannon! Cannon!"

Pellegrini shouted on the sidelines.

La Liga Round 5: Sevilla (home) vs Real Madrid

Real went down 0–2 in the first half.

But in the second half, Suker dominated the left wing, scoring two goals to tie the match.

His second—a thunderous long-range shot—left the stadium in awe.

Hence, Pellegrini's cry of "Cannon!"

To him, Suker was a natural super cannon—a weapon powerful enough to blast through any defense.

The current Real Madrid tactic?Give the ball to Suker, and let the cannon fire.

Once won't work? Try again. Twice? Try a third.

No fortress can withstand Suker's firepower.

And everyone at Real Madrid firmly believes it.