"Liverpool fans and players alike are applauding Leo Lin. Klopp and Krawietz are waiting on the touchline to embrace him."
"There's no doubt about it—this heavyweight clash against Arsenal has seen Leo Lin deliver another outstanding performance."
"Of course, the rest of Liverpool's players have been excellent as well, especially the young right-back Trent Alexander-Arnold," Jon Champion said, clearly fond of him.
"His attacking qualities are outstanding, and his crossing accuracy after overlapping runs is extremely high."
"Arnold's crosses often carry a strange curve. They float unpredictably in the air, making it very difficult for defenders and goalkeepers to judge the first point of contact."
Leo Lin sat on the bench as the broadcast camera repeatedly cut to close-ups of him. In the livestream, Liverpool fans stared fixedly at the match clock in the top-right corner, wishing with all their hearts for time to hurry along.
"I'm sure Liverpool fans now truly understand what it means for every second to feel like a year. They're just minutes away from securing all three points."
Klopp stood on the touchline, relentlessly putting pressure on the referee, especially once the match entered stoppage time.
"No more added time, ref. Head home early. I can even recommend a good place—food, drinks, everything you need to relax after a long day."
"That's enough, ref. Time's up. There's no need to give them another attacking chance."
"Let's just end it here. It's better for both sides."
Beside him, Wenger's face was flushed red as he snapped back, "What do you mean better for both sides? I don't see how this is good for me at all!"
"Give us one more attack, ref!"
"And Lin was walking far too slowly when he was subbed off. My grandfather pushing a wheelchair moves faster than him!"
Both sides did everything they could, desperately trying to squeeze out more opportunities.
The fourth official felt his ears buzzing from the noise. Eager to end this barrage as soon as possible, the moment the clock hit the 93rd minute, he immediately reminded the referee through the headset.
"Time's up. Time's up."
Atkinson promptly raised the whistle to his mouth. Arsenal were still making one last desperate push.
Sánchez sent a cross in from the wing, looking for Giroud, but the delivery was too deep. It sailed over Giroud's head toward the far post and posed no threat at all.
"Beep."
"Beep."
"BEEEEEP!!!"
Atkinson blew the final whistle to end the match!
Klopp thrust both fists into the air as the Emirates Stadium turned into a joyous celebration ground for Liverpool supporters.
Leo Lin slammed his fist against the bench, while Krawietz turned around and pulled him into a huge hug.
"The match is over!"
"A massively important victory! Congratulations to Liverpool on maintaining a perfect start to the Premier League season—four straight wins, twelve points, and top of the table. After this loss to Liverpool, Arsenal will drop to fourth!"
"A true clash between giants. Arsenal's beautiful football did manage to break open Liverpool's defense at times, but Liverpool were more clinical, seizing the few clear chances they had to take the lead."
"Midfielder Leo Lin scored the decisive goal today, while also contributing multiple crucial interceptions and tackles. This was a truly outstanding all-around midfield performance!"
"I believe every Liverpool fan who watched Leo Lin tonight will come away with even greater trust and respect for him!"
In front of the television, Charles Lin and Lin's mother, who had been watching the match intently, hugged each other in excitement.
Seeing how happy his wife was, Charles Lin seized the moment to speak up.
"Honey, I've run out of spending money. Could you transfer me another 500?"
Lin's mother's relaxed expression instantly tightened.
"Run out?"
"I only gave you 100 the day before yesterday. How did you spend it all so fast?"
"What did you do with it?"
Charles Lin scratched his head and shook it.
"Forget it, honey. I don't need it anymore."
Lin's mother took a giant step forward, grabbed him, and instantly transformed into a Super Saiyan.
"Talk!!!"
"Where did the money go?!?!"
...
Leo Lin got up from the bench, his legs trembling slightly.
Starting so many crucial matches in a row was still a heavy load for an eighteen-year-old.
His string of key performances had drawn enormous attention. Before the broadcast ended, Denia turned off the television.
"How do you feel? Is he worth calling up?"
"Our U17 squad really is lacking a versatile midfielder like him. Even though he's eighteen, we can still use the rules to include him."
"If he performs well at the upcoming U17 World Cup, the senior national team will absolutely need a talent like this. He could even represent Spain at the 2018 World Cup in Russia!"
Sitting beside Denia was none other than the current head coach of the Spanish national team, Lopetegui.
Lopetegui had been searching for wingers. At the moment, Spain urgently needed attacking options out wide.
But after watching Leo Lin, Lopetegui suddenly had a new idea.
"If his ability really is good enough, we could move Iniesta out to the wing. Letting Leo Lin partner Busquets and David Silva might actually be a very good option."
The two hit it off immediately and decided to formally extend an invitation to Leo Lin.
Spain's U17 team was about to compete in the World Cup, with their goal set firmly on lifting the trophy.
However, being drawn into the same group as powerhouses like Brazil put immense pressure on the Spanish side.
Denia hadn't slept well for days, especially when thinking about teams like Brazil and England, while Spanish fans at home were placing enormous hopes on the squad.
He agonized daily over finalizing the tournament roster.
Then Leo Lin suddenly burst onto the Premier League stage. Match after match, his performances compelled Denia to pay him more and more attention.
In the end, Denia invited the senior team head coach Lopetegui to discuss the matter. After careful deliberation, the two decided to send an invitation to Leo Lin.
The news soon reached Charles Lin. The U17 national team's invitation letter was delivered to the hotel where Leo Lin was staying.
The moment he saw the email, Leo Lin thought it was a scam. Only after Barnett repeatedly confirmed it—and personally contacted Denia and Lopetegui—did he realize it was real.
At that instant, Leo Lin's football career gained a whole new surge of motivation.
The U17 World Cup was just around the corner, and not long after that, the World Cup in Russia!
Leo Lin's goals rose to an entirely new level.
Without the slightest hesitation, Leo Lin accepted the invitation from Spain's U17 national team and spoke directly with senior team head coach Lopetegui.
During the call, Lopetegui made just one promise.
"If you perform well at the upcoming U17 World Cup, I guarantee you a place in Spain's squad for the World Cup in Russia."
News of Leo Lin joining Spain's U17 national team quickly spread to various places across Europe and beyond.
Someone from Charles Lin's own circle was completely stunned. Back then, he had confidently patted his chest and assured Charles Lin that Spain would never take notice of Leo Lin.
And now, a truly sensational piece of news had finally arrived.