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After scoring, Leo Lin sprinted to the touchline and vaulted clean over the advertising boards.
He then charged straight into the Liverpool supporters' section, celebrating in wild delight.
Behind him, the Red Arrow Trio moved in uncanny unison. One after another, they leapt over the boards as well, plunging into the sea of Liverpool fans.
The stands erupted. Liverpool supporters lifted the trio high into the air, roaring in ecstasy.
Mourinho's face turned ashen as he looked toward Lukaku, who stood there wearing a dazed, almost wronged expression, his eyes filled with confusion. For reasons even he couldn't fully explain, Mourinho suddenly found himself losing faith in his center forward.
In the Sky Sports commentary booth, Gerrard rose to his feet and applauded.
"Always him!"
"At the most critical moments, it's always this young man who steps up for the team."
"In him, I truly see the spirit of Liverpool—he carries the dreams of ordinary people, the fighting will of the common man!"
"No fear of any opponent, no hesitation before any challenge—he faces it head-on and smashes straight through!"
"Mourinho's dirty tricks didn't affect Lin at all. If anything, they've only ignited even more fire in him!"
Across major live broadcast chats:
"This is the true strength of Europe's Golden Boy, lads!"
"Two consecutive nutmegs, both perfectly timed touches—absolute perfection! The weight, the angle, flawless!"
"I think the debate over who the best young player in world football is can end right now. The answer is right in front of us!"
"That goal somehow reminds me of Kaka back in the day—silver armor, white horse!"
After the celebrations wound down, the referee blew his whistle repeatedly, urging the Manchester United players to return to their own half.
United's players were visibly seething, their agitation bordering on explosive, as if they might tear into the Liverpool players at any moment.
The one drawing the most hostility was, without question, Leo Lin.
Play resumed with Manchester United kicking off. Mourinho stood motionless on the touchline.
He was furious—but there was nowhere for that anger to go.
42nd minute!
"Firmino tries his luck from range, but De Gea makes the save!"
"Liverpool win a corner on the left. Leo Lin is stepping up to take it!"
As Leo Lin prepared to deliver the corner, Manchester United supporters suddenly began shining laser pointers directly into his eyes.
The broadcast quickly cut to a close-up—Leo Lin clearly being disturbed by the laser beam. It was something no one could accept. In the football world, laser interference was among the most extreme and despicable acts imaginable.
Despite explicit bans from every club, there were always extremist fans who managed to sneak laser pointers into the stadium.
With the referee's intervention, Leo Lin finally managed to take the corner. The delivery drifted slightly too deep and was cleared away by Manchester United.
The remaining minutes of the first half slipped by, and Liverpool headed into the dressing room holding a 1–0 lead.
But Liverpool supporters weren't finished.
The moment the halftime whistle sounded, the stands erupted into chaos once more.
They were furious on Leo Lin's behalf. They refused to tolerate Manchester United fans bullying him with laser pointers.
"I've been commentating on football for many years," one voice rang out.
"Losing control in a derby isn't rare—but I've never seen supporters this angry before!"
"Clearly, Liverpool fans are standing up for Leo Lin!"
Both teams hurried off the pitch, desperate to reach the safety of the locker rooms. Wembley Stadium had turned into a living inferno.
Staying on the pitch even one second longer felt like an unbearable test of body and mind.
Only Leo Lin remained behind. He turned and waved toward the Liverpool fans, thanking them for their support, before finally walking back to the tunnel as the last player off.
Klopp was waiting at the entrance, pulling Leo Lin into an arm-around-the-shoulders embrace as they headed inside together.
Klopp had worried that the behavior of the Manchester United supporters might shake Leo Lin's composure. But looking at him now, the young man appeared remarkably calm.
"Don't worry," Leo Lin said evenly. "I'll respond within the bounds of football. I won't let recklessness hurt the team."
Henderson sat beside Leo Lin. He had picked up a yellow card earlier while standing up for him, and Leo Lin felt genuinely grateful to his teammate.
After finishing his tactical adjustments, Klopp came over and sat next to Leo Lin.
"Lukaku, Matic, or Herrera—none of them are getting away," Klopp said flatly.
"I'll send in the enforcer at the right moment. I won't make things easy for them."
The enforcer Klopp referred to was Lucas.
Since Klopp's arrival, Lucas's minutes had steadily decreased, yet Liverpool had never moved him on.
Because at critical moments, Lucas was the player who could lift the team's spirit like no one else.
Whenever opponents resorted to malicious fouls and Liverpool had already secured a lead, Lucas would often be sent on.
And the moment he stepped onto the pitch, the Liverpool supporters would erupt in applause—they knew their team's hard man had arrived.
Every team needs a player like that. Without one, it's all too easy to be labeled soft.
Real Madrid had Sergio Ramos and Pepe. Barcelona brought in Vidal for precisely this reason.
Manchester United once had Keane and Cantona, while Manchester City relied on Fernando for years. Elite clubs all need players like these.
After the second half began, Manchester United continued with their defensive counterattacking approach, willingly surrendering possession to Liverpool.
Liverpool players were still subjected to "special attention" from United fans now and then, but their mentality remained steady.
If anything, it only highlighted Liverpool's strength. Had they not been so formidable, United supporters wouldn't even bother targeting them.
49th minute!
"Collision in the middle! Matić flattens Henderson!"
"No foul given by the referee!"
"Leo Lin charges in and knocks Matić down—still no whistle!"
"Leo Lin shields the ball against Herrera! In physical battles, Leo Lin is king!"
"Herrera pulls him back—foul, Liverpool free kick!"
"That was actually a very clever foul from Herrera."
It was clever—until…
Leo Lin had been preparing to wait and combine with his teammates on a set-piece routine. But the instant the whistle blew, he spotted Salah on the right, already primed to burst forward.
He didn't hesitate for a second.
"Leo Lin takes the free kick quickly!"
"The referee signals play on—Salah surges down the right!"
"He takes the shot!"
"It deflects off Jones and pops back out!"
Leo Lin charged forward in huge strides. There was no one around him.
He drew back like a bowstring, met the rebound in stride, and unleashed a ferocious strike!
A thunderous blast!
The ball screamed into the top-left corner!
"Whoosh!!!"
Another goal!!!
The moment it hit the net, Leo Lin spun and sprinted straight toward the Manchester United supporters. He raised his index finger and shook it defiantly in the direction where the laser pointer had come from.
That extremist fan was still shining the laser—but that very act finally exposed him. Security pounced and forcibly escorted him out of the stadium.
Liverpool supporters showed him no mercy along the way, enthusiastically "treating" him to beer and bread as he was dragged off.
The broadcast cut to a close-up of Leo Lin's face. The handsome young man wore a faint smile, his eyes brimming with dominance and unshakable confidence.
That—this—was true arrogant swagger.