Midfielder

"GOAL!!! Beautiful goal!" Lineker was almost shouting for this goal at the moment when he saw Lin Yi's overhead kick hit the goal, because this attack was so perfect.

"A perfect individual performance! Lin Yi defeated Barcelona's defense with his own strength! This is a great goal! Listen, there are tens of thousands of Chelsea fans cheering for him crazily at Stamford Bridge, and I believe there will be more people shouting the same way outside the stadium!" Lineker vowed that from this moment on, he would become a loyal fan of Lin Yi, even if he was a commentator.

If you don't roar loudly, you will really be sorry for this perfect goal, because it ignites everyone's nerves. Only crazy shouting can release this kind of joyful feeling in your heart!

Not only was he roaring in the commentary booth, but the fans at the scene, the reporters in the media seats, and the VIPs watching the game in the box were all shouting for this goal, of course, except for the Spaniards who came from afar.

Abramovich even raised his glass of red wine in his VIP box. This might be the most tense game since he took over Chelsea, but this beautiful goal that came in the first two minutes dispelled his worries.

It can be said that Lin Yi's goal was like a good medicine to relieve tension, but when the football hit the net, Abramovich couldn't help jumping up from the expensive sofa and waving his fist excitedly.

Just like what Lineker shouted just now, beautiful! It was indeed beautiful, and this goal was impeccable.

At this time, Abramovich didn't care whether there was a broadcast camera facing him. Anyway, looking at the blue waves rolling in the Stamford Bridge stadium, he was also releasing a kind of carefree emotion. It was really fucking enjoyable!

Of course, this was just a momentary burst. With other people in the VIP box, the Russian tycoon's excitement quickly stabilized, but his eyebrows were already full of spirits.

"Mr. Florentino, maybe we should have a toast to such a goal." Abramovich turned and said to another football tycoon in the VIP box. It can be seen that the Russians are in a good mood today.

Now the two most spendthrift club presidents in the European football circle are quietly tasting red wine.

"Mr. Florentino, if Lin Yi is a player of Real Madrid, do you think he should be sold?"

After putting down his glass, Abramovich looked at the huge No. 20 jersey that was tumbling in the Stamford Bridge stadium and said to Florentino beside him. He was not asking for any answer, but just giving the other party a way out.

The Russians knew why the Real Madrid president appeared in London, so he entertained him as the host.

But on the question of whether Lin Yi would be sold, the Russians were not going to let up a bit. He was not short of money, so being able to appreciate such a perfect personal performance was a kind of enjoyment for him and Chelsea.

Would you give up this pleasure that almost suffocated you? The Russians don't know whether others will bow down for 50 million pounds, but at Stamford Bridge, Lin Yi is a non-saleable item that no one is allowed to touch.

Not only does he not want Lin Yi to leave, but also because of the madness of Chelsea fans now. If he really sells Lin Yi for money, then he dares to guarantee that the front of Chelsea Club will be full of people coming to protest tomorrow morning. This is still good. If it's a little worse, it will be a group of angry football thugs.

Florentino has been silent, because Lin Yi has staged such a perfect personal show under his nose, which can only make him more eager to get him, but now it seems that this possibility is gradually weakening.

Yes, just like what Abramovich asked him just now, who would give up such a player who can bring visual enjoyment to everyone? Anyway, Florentino will not be stupid enough to give such a player to any opponent.

He is not reluctant to spend money. 50 million pounds, his gamble has already created a new record in the transfer market.

But think about it, before Lin Yi had such a crazy performance, Abramovich had already spent 30 million.

The Russians are not short of money at all. Just like they can buy others unscrupulously, that guy doesn't care how much he invests. He just wants to see Chelsea fans worship every penny he spends.

Last year's 100 million did not make him happy, but this year's 100 million has given him the opportunity to realize his dream. Selling Lin Yi at this time? That is no less than letting him shoot himself in the foot. It is basically impossible.

Just seeing that kid ravaging the defense of the old opponent so much, Florentino really wants to bring him to the Bernabeu.

"Alas, why didn't I grab that kid in my hand first?" Florentino was so depressed that his teeth itched as long as he remembered that the kid was in Portugal, which was close to Spain.

He could have signed him one step earlier than the Russians, but the superstars of the Galaxy Battleship confused his eyes.

But when those shining superstars could not bring any championship titles to Real Madrid, he had to sit in the VIP box of Stamford Bridge and watch the black-haired boy perform another magical performance.

God likes to play tricks on people. Florentino can only lament that fate made Real Madrid and Lin Yi pass by each other.

In fact, it's not just him, but also Wenger and Ferguson who are also sitting in front of the TV watching this game. They are also not destined to be with the little guy. Now, they can only watch him running wildly on the field.

"I must ask Mendes to dig a few more useful people from Portugal for me! Otherwise, I really can't stand it." Ferguson may have no good idea except to vent his anger on Mendes.

As for Wenger, now he can only consider how to build his own youth team. Lin Yi? At least Arsenal can't afford to buy him now. There was a chance before, but that opportunity was fleeting.

Lin Yi didn't know that so many people were sighing for him outside the field. Now he just wanted to shout wildly for this goal!

A perfect raid, from Cech's long kick to Lin Yi's final shot, only Duff used a header to transition in the middle. This was a performance that belonged entirely to Lin Yi, and the rest were all foils for this performance.

Just like Rijkaard didn't expect Mourinho to let Chelsea take the initiative, no one could have expected Chelsea's goal to happen to Lin Yi. This kid's raid just now was just like a dream.

Beautiful man-ball separation, clever dribbling and dodging, and in the end, almost completely fighting for sprinting ability to fall to the ground and shoot. This kid who usually prefers to kill the opponent with a pass, this time actually made himself the terminator.

When the cheers of Stamford Bridge rang out, Lin Yi quickly climbed up from the grass, and kicked the football hard again. When the football hit the net again, he pulled his team uniform hard and roared loudly.

"Come on! Barcelona! Let's see who is dominating everything here!" Of course, this kid was very unkind in roaring in Spanish, and he just wanted those Catalans to hear this shout.

Damn it! Didn't you hope we would fail at Camp Nou? Come on, attack! Let's see whose knife is sharper!

Two minutes into the game, Rijkaard stood on the sidelines, watching everything that happened on the field. His team was defeated by the black-haired kid with a perfect individual performance. Although Rijkaard didn't want to admit that Lin Yi had just scored a great goal, the shouts in Stamford Bridge had already said it all.

Rijkaard knew that he was fooled by those two guys this time. Not only did Mourinho fool the Barcelona coaching staff with tactics, but Lin Yi also fooled the entire Barcelona defense with a ghostly breakthrough.

No one thought that Chelsea would suddenly choose an offensive style of play with full pressure. Similarly, no one thought that Lin Yi would challenge Barcelona's entire central defense by himself. You know, he was not without a passing route.

At that time, Robben and Lampard were running desperately in the frontcourt. According to Lin Yi's usual habit, this kid would have sent a wonderful pass long ago, but when Puyol was attracted by Lampard's running, he chose to break through.

A decisive straight line breakthrough, both Gerard and Oleg were confused by Lin Yi's ghostly shaking. When they reacted, they couldn't touch the shadow of the opponent even if they wanted to foul.

The only one who had a chance to block Lin Yi was Valdés, but at the last moment, Lin Yi's sliding tackle touched the football one meter earlier than Valdés, and his toes also accurately scooped up the football.

The distance of one meter was enough for the football to draw an arc over Valdés' fingertips under the force of this forward rush. Even if Valdés had spread his hands desperately, he could not block this lob.

Such a purely personal heroism duel appeared on a kid who usually made a living by passing the ball.

Just like Lin Yi's roar in front of Barcelona's goal, Rijkaard was shocked. Who is in control? Is it Mourinho who has calculated to his bones without making a sound? Or this magical boy?

I don't know. Rijkaard has no answer in his heart at this moment, but he only knows one thing, that is, Barcelona has fallen into a desperate situation. Now they not only failed to score first, but have fallen behind by one goal.

There are more than 80 minutes of the game. Barcelona must equalize the score and take back the initiative of attack.

"We still have time..." Rijkaard can only hope that the players can cheer up now. . .

There is still time, but don't forget that Chelsea also has such time. . .