The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 348 Gaio the Conqueror!
A hat trick in the first half.

Such a debut was enough to make the entire Anfield community go wild for Gaio and cheer for him!

Those waves of red celebration are the best example!

In the middle of the KOP stands, dozens of middle-aged fans were swaying back and forth like drunks, shouting the team's anthem off-key.

A chubby man's beer belly peeked out from under his ripped jersey, but he didn't seem to care as he held up his phone to record a video, the camera pointed at his excited, tearful eyes. He wanted to document this day, not just as a memory.

At the bottom of the south stand, a little girl was terrified by the commotion and started crying loudly. Her father, however, laughed and rubbed his stubble against her face, saying, "Baby, we're witnessing history!"

An elderly woman next to me poured out black tea from her thermos, but her hand trembled and spilled it all over the neck of the fans in the front row.

Someone tapped on the iron railings, making a rhythmic clanging sound, and soon the entire stands were stomping their feet in rhythm.

The security personnel at the entrance, who were originally maintaining order, were now secretly high-fiving and celebrating. One young security guard, with his back to the stadium, was so excited that his shoulders were shrug, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud and could only glance at the stadium occasionally.

At the Boots Tavern, old George was sweating profusely at the bar counter, beer foam splattering everywhere from the tap.

Inside the tavern, some people were downing their drinks in one gulp, while others were splashing liquor into the air, quickly turning the entire floor sticky.

These scattered red fragments, now woven together by Gaio's miracle of three goals in 39 minutes, are setting the stage for a new era for Liverpool.

Online, there was an uproar.

It wasn't just Liverpool fans, but also French fans, Bastia fans, other English fans, and so on.

"Hahaha! You Englishmen, did you see that?! This is the product of our French youth training! You guys keep bragging that the Premier League is the best league in the world, but you got thrashed by an 18-year-old French kid!"

"Ligue 1 isn't a farmers' league! Look at what our genius did in your Premier League! A hat-trick in the first half! Mark Hughes' face turned green! Does the English media still dare to question his transfer fee?"

"Paris Saint-Germain, Real Madrid, and Manchester City must be regretting it now, letting Liverpool pick up the pieces."
"Great! 8000 million? He'll be worth 1.8 million in three years! With Gaio's playing style, a pure king's style, it's unimaginable how high his market value will be."

“I cried, Yang, our son, he replicated everything at Anfield in Corsica! That croquette was exactly the same as last season’s Europa League final!”
Although it hurts, seeing the Kop standings erupt in celebration for him fills me with pride! The English have finally realized what a treasure we've lost!
I think the team should make a copy of Liverpool's transfer fee contract, frame it, and hang it at the entrance of the Bastia youth academy training ground, so all the academy kids can see—from Bastia to Anfield, dreams really can come true!

"What did I tell you?! What did I tell you?! Eighty million? Cheap!"

That's fucking cheap!

This is the chosen one Liverpool has been waiting for!
I've never seen a debut like this before! Fowler never did! Owen never did! Torres never did! Suarez never did!

He made Gerrard voluntarily give up the free kick; that's real class!

"It's over, Liverpool has really struck gold! This is even more terrifying than when Ronaldo came to the Premier League! Sir Alex Ferguson should come back and keep an eye on things!"

"Calm down! It's only halftime! Stoke City isn't like us. Mr. Pellegrini, can we buy a center-back in the winter transfer window?"

"The Premier League has changed! With this guy, Liverpool's fight for the top four has turned into a title race! The other 19 teams will have to hold a meeting tonight to figure out how to defend against him!"

Courtside.

Liverpool's celebration lasted a little longer this time, after all, it was a hat-trick.

As Gaio returned to the center circle, he waved towards Pierre and others in the stands.

Pierre shouted excitedly at the crowd.

"This is my child!"

The Liverpool fans around them applauded, and some said, "You have a very good kid, not bad."

On the field.

drop!
The referee blew the whistle to start the match again.

The last few minutes.

Liverpool took control of the game after going up 3-0, with Gerrard orchestrating the midfield with great efficiency.

This makes it very difficult for Stoke City to regain possession once they lose it.

Until the end of stoppage time.

Gerrard took a long-range shot from the edge of the box to test his footwork.

This also marked the end of the first half of the game.

drop!
With the sound of a whistle, the players from both sides headed towards the locker room.

The Liverpool fans in the stadium were cheering and laughing.

They haven't seen such an exhilarating match in a long time.

and,

This is not Liverpool's full strength; there's also the suspended Suarez.

only,
Many fans are still discussing whether Suarez will leave.
From a competitive standpoint, Suarez is truly strong. His shooting skills are incredibly powerful, and as Liverpool's center forward, he can effectively orchestrate the attacking play.

Then, Sturridge, Suarez, and Gaio will form a trident attacking combination.

Gerrard is next.

I can’t even think about it!

However, Suarez's ambitions lie elsewhere. He stayed this season, but what about next season?

There is no answer.

The noise from the stadium was shut out by the locker room door.

Rogers stood in front of the tactics board, his suit jacket already off and draped over the back of the chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his taut forearm muscles.

“Listen up, everyone.” He slammed his tactical board down, his voice like the winter wind over the Mersey River. “A three-goal lead is the most dangerous score in the Premier League – more dangerous than a draw. Mark Hughes is slamming his tactical board down on the players’ faces right now, and they’ll pounce on them like hungry wolves and bite their throats.”

He looked at Henderson, "In that defensive play around the 28th minute, Jordan, after you were fooled by the feint and lost your balance, why didn't you immediately chase back? Huh?! It was those few seconds of lapse in concentration that gave them the space for a through ball!"

Snapped!
Rogers slapped the tactical board, startling several young players.

"And in the 34th minute, after we lost possession, where was your counter-pressing? If their pass had been just a little more accurate, it would have been Crouch one-on-one!" He drew a bright red X on the tactics board. "These details are the key to deciding the outcome of a game."

When he turned to Gaio, his tone softened slightly but remained sharp: "Young, your off-the-ball movement in the first half covered 12% less distance than in the preseason. I want you to make more runs into that area in the second half. Peters and Nzonzi both have yellow cards, and every time you touch the ball, it's an opportunity for us."

As Rogers spoke, he drew several circles on the right side of the flank.

Gaio nodded slightly.

Rodgers then drew three arrows on the board with a marker: "Three tactical adjustments for the second half. First, change to a 4-4-2 diamond midfield in defense, with Lucas dropping back to provide cover and Gerrard pushing forward behind the forward line."

He drew a circle at the edge of the penalty area, saying, "This area must be locked down. Stoke City's only two shots in the first half came from this area, both long-range shots."

"Second, utilize the width of the attack." The pen tip swept across the sideline area, "When their full-backs' stamina drops, Aspas, you must resolutely cut inside, and when Young has the ball on the right wing, right-back Glenn, you must also move forward to support him."

"The third and most crucial point—" He suddenly circled the midfield line in red, "For the first fifteen minutes, everyone retreats to the 30-meter zone to give them the illusion that they have an attacking opportunity. We will use this illusion to wear them down completely. Of course, if they don't fall for it, we will just rest and play like this."

He threw down his marker. "I know what you're thinking—'The coach is too cautious.' But wasn't last year's lesson painful enough? A two-goal lead evaporated in twenty minutes!"

He slammed his hand on the tactical board again, “Anfield can be a celebration, but the locker room must be sober!”

"Yes!"

The fans all responded.

Rogers nodded and said "get some rest" before leaving the locker room. He needed some quiet time to review the game.

One game can't decide anything, but it can tell a lot.

He needs to gain some experience from this.

Rodgers knew he wasn't a big-name coach; he only had three years of first-team coaching experience before coming to Liverpool.

Gerrard unscrewed a sports drink bottle and casually sat down on the bench next to Gaio.

“You know,” the captain tapped Gaio’s wrist with the bottle neck, “when I made my Premier League debut against Blackburn Rovers, those old guys almost broke my leg when I came on as a substitute.” He took a swig of his drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “but you today, God, you made Nzonzi look like he was doing ballet.”

Upon hearing this, Gaio looked up and smiled.

The locker room ceiling light cast dappled light on his deep blue eyes.

Sturridge walked past and nudged Gaio with his lips: "Hey genius, next time after you dribble past someone, remember to pass me the ball! I'm practically growing mushrooms in the penalty area!"

Henderson laughed. "That depends on whether you can get in. It seems someone missed a golden opportunity."

Sturridge shrugged.

Gerrard nudged Gaio with his shoulder: "Listen, Anfield has seen a lot of talent, but very few can turn this place into their own stage in the first game. In the second half, they'll greet your ankles with their studs. Be careful, our score is safe enough. Playing football isn't just about skill and strength, it's also about brains."

When the staff knocked on the door to signal him to come out, Gerrard ruffled Gaio's hair one last time: "Shankly said, the first goal is for the fans, the second for the team, and the third," he winked, "is for those bastards waiting to see us fail."

When the Liverpool players stepped out of the dressing room again.

They saw a do-or-die determination on the faces of every Stoke City player.

As fellow players, they naturally knew what Mark Hughes might say or do in the locker room.

Peters watched Gaio slowly approach, his Adam's apple bobbing unnaturally.

Gaio, however, seemed to be in another world.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing over the tense faces of his opponents, and looking towards the gradually expanding green field at the end of the tunnel.

The roar of Anfield surged from the exit like a tide, transforming into the most rousing war drums in his ears.

The stadium is boiling.

Gaio's fingertips lightly brushed against the team badge on his chest, his mind flashing back to the "flop" label from the English media and the questioning looks from reporters outside the training ground.

He smiled, for the path to conquering Britain must be taken in the most stunning way!
The moment the Liverpool players appeared at the tunnel entrance, the entire stadium seemed to be set ablaze.

Various shouts rang out.

And Gaio heard his name clearly.

"Geo!"

"Geo!!!"

A deafening roar poured down from the KOP stands, the sound of 50,000 people transforming into a tangible shockwave.

Fans on both sides of the tunnel stretched out their hands wildly, their scarves cascading down like red waterfalls.

Someone shouted so hard their voice cracked, only to be instantly swallowed up by an even louder roar.

Gaio took a deep breath, the fresh scent of the grass mingling with the fervent atmosphere emanating from the stands, filling his lungs.

He tapped the sideline and stepped back onto the field.

In the Sky Sports broadcast booth, Martin Tyler adjusted his headphones as the roar of Anfield chants filled the background: "Welcome back to Anfield! Just fifteen minutes ago, we witnessed the most spectacular first half in Premier League history – 18-year-old Jan Gaio scored a hat-trick in 39 minutes, giving Liverpool a 3-0 lead over Stoke City."

But a football match never ends at halftime.

We saw Coach Mark Hughes, his face grim, pulling each defender aside for instructions at the players' tunnel – Stoke City will return to the field with a completely different mindset.

The key point is that both Peters and Nzonzi have yellow cards.

This means they will face a dilemma in the second half when dealing with Gaio's breakthroughs – aggressive tackling could result in a red card, while conservative defense could lead to further humiliation.

Brendan Rogers was clearly aware of this.

We can see from the broadcast footage that he just spoke with Gaio at the locker room door, and Liverpool will likely continue to attack down the right flank, taking advantage of the opponent's psychological weaknesses.

Another question is, how early will Stoke City resort to desperate tactics? We might see Shawcross move forward, or even switch to a three-man defense to strengthen the attack.

Stoke City scored seven goals in the second half last season.

now,

The Boots Bar was filled with the aroma of beer malt and the smoky smell of fish and chips.

Old George was wiping glasses behind the bar, his ears catching the buzz of discussion around him.

The "3-0" score on the TV screen burned like flames on everyone's nerves.

Sean slammed his hand on the wooden table, making his wine glasses rattle: "Taylor, you're giving Stoke City way too much credit. A comeback? I'd eat my shirt alive if Stoke City even managed a draw! Look at those two yellow cards Peters and Nzonzi had—they're defending Gaio like they're dancing with a barrel of dynamite on their heels!"

"Don't pop the champagne too early," someone said, referring to Mark Hughes. "Mark Hughes has come back to tie the game four times in the second half out of the last ten times he's trailed at halftime."

Mick stood on the bench, beer mug in hand: "Who cares about historical statistics! There's no 3-0 scoreline he equalized. We have Gaio now, while their Peters and Nzonzi are on cards, and they don't have any equally capable substitutes on the bench. Besides, even the starters couldn't stop Gaio, so how can they count on their substitutes?"

Some people even said that this season they could compete for the championship, with a domestic triple crown or at least one guaranteed.

It would be even better if we won the Premier League title!

"Alright, alright, this game isn't really important anymore, but we need to wake up, guys!" someone in the corner immediately retorted. "Champions? We finished seventh last season! Manchester United were still strong even with Moyes, and Manchester City's squad depth is enough to form two Premier League teams. Our realistic goal is to fight for the top four, and we need to start our revival by securing a Champions League spot."

Many people laughed.

Yes.

Winning a championship is no easy feat; Liverpool has never won the Premier League title before.

The sound of the game starting came from the television.

They seemed quite relaxed.

Just like Shane said, what can Stoke City use to equalize the score in this game?
however,
A few minutes later, Martin Tyler's voice suddenly rose on the Boot Room pub's TV screen: "Gaio dribbles past his marker! Peters retreats, hesitant to tackle! Oh my god! Shawcross makes a flying tackle!"

In the video, Gao falls to the ground with a thud, scattering grass clippings everywhere.

Taylor's commentary suddenly turned sharp: "That was an absolutely dangerous move! Shawcross's cleats were completely exposed! Let's watch the replay, God, it's reminiscent of his foul on Ramsey in 2010!"

The tavern erupted in chaos.

Old George slammed the dishcloth down: "It's that butcher again! He never intended to stop!"

The horrific image of Shawcross shoving Ramsey back then seemed to reappear before everyone's eyes.

On the television, Taylor continued indignantly, "The referee only showed a yellow card? That's unbelievable! Gay was writhing on the ground in pain, Shawcross's action completely deserved a straight red card!"

"Foul whistle!" Sean slammed his fist on the table, splattering beer foam everywhere. "That bastard was clearly targeting the injured guy! Does the referee have eyes in the back of his head?"

Someone nervously covered their mouth: "Please, please don't let his supporting leg be his knee!"

Before he could finish speaking, a chorus of angry shouts of "Shameless!" and "Beast!" erupted in the tavern.

When the camera focused on Rogers' furious outburst on the sidelines, the shouting in the pub reached its peak.

Old George angrily said, "I'm going to write to the Premier League referees' committee! Giving only a yellow card for this kind of foul is condoning violence!"

On television, Taylor said somberly, "Hopefully Gaio won't become the next Ramsey. Fouls like this have ruined too many talented players. The Premier League must prioritize protecting technically gifted players."

The tavern suddenly fell silent, everyone staring intently at the screen.

On the field.

When Shawcross tackled Gaio, especially Gaio's extremely exaggerated falling posture.

A heart-wrenching scream erupted in Anfield.

Gerald was the first to rush to the scene and shoved Shawcross, who was still trying to explain himself, aside with his chest.

"What the hell are you trying to do?!"

The Liverpool captain's forehead veins bulged, and he almost pressed his nose against the opponent's face.

Henderson quickly grabbed the enraged Gerald around the waist, but his own eyes were already bloodshot.

Stoke City players immediately swarmed around him, and Nzonzi tried to pull the two captains apart, but Aspas pushed him away.

Gerrard was still pointing at Shawcross and roaring, his muscular arms trembling uncontrollably.

Shawcross looked very apologetic, shrugging and explaining, "I didn't mean to, it was just a normal defensive move, he had his foot between my legs."

A furious surge, like an avalanche, erupted from the KOP stands.

The angry roar of "Executioner! Get out!" was mixed with sharp whistles.

Some fans tried to climb over the advertising boards and rush into the stadium, but were firmly stopped by security guards.

The referee upheld the yellow card decision despite being surrounded by Liverpool players, a decision that sent the entire stadium into a frenzy.

“BLIND BASTARD!”

The angry shouts erupted from the KOP stands and quickly spread throughout the stadium.

"How much bribe did you take today, you son of a bitch?!"

"Go back to Manchester! You Manchester United lackey!"

"Are you blind?"

"That ruling is absolutely criminal! Shawcross should have been shown a straight red card!"

Shhh!
The shouts and boos were expressions of Liverpool fans' dissatisfaction.

However, in such a situation, the referee is unlikely to overturn the decision in order to maintain his own dignity.

Even if I have a var later, I will still make a BLIND BASTARD for the sake of the mission.

It wasn't just people at the scene who were cursing.

Even the Liverpool fans weren't the harshest critics.

It's Bastia!

The entire street where Sunset Cafe is located was filled with roars.

Countless voices converged.

The seabirds on the beach were startled and flew out to sea in droves.

"That butcher Shawcross! He should be banned for life! If this were in Bastia, I'd nail his leg bone to the dock!"

"The Premier League is like a legalized mafia! If they can't stop talented players, they'll destroy them!"

"This isn't football! It's attempted murder! The FA is complicit! The referee should be hanged!"

"The English don't deserve to play football! They're only fit to play rugby!"

now.

Gaio was being examined by the team doctor, and when he checked the system panel himself, he found no injury information.

This relieved him.

At the same time, the pain he had just felt in his calf fueled his anger.

From the moment he stepped onto the professional stage, he was never a docile or unassuming player. If someone makes a flying tackle on you, and you only respond with a so-called goal, Gaio sees that as cowardly.

So in Ligue 1, if anyone dares to tackle him, he'll retaliate by stepping on them!
As a great man once said, "A good start prevents a hundred more."

If we don't teach our opponents a lesson, others will follow suit!
This time, he suffered a loss due to a moment of carelessness.

But he won't let it go so easily.

Three full minutes passed, and after the team doctor checked and confirmed that there were no problems, he gestured towards the substitutes' bench.

Rogers breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he had to acknowledge that Gaião was very important to Liverpool.

He had just told Coutinho to warm up, preparing to substitute Gaio.

But he now plans to replace Gaio.

We can't let him stay on the field anymore.

but,

Gaio seemed to know what he was thinking, and when their eyes met, Gaio waved his hand.

Rogers was taken aback. Did this mean they should continue?

After Gaio stood up, he received applause from the fans in the stadium.

"Gaio, well done!"

"come on!"

Fans who were nearby cheered for Gaio.

They were worried that this level of foul would affect Gaio's mental state. After all, some players, even if they are physically fine after a major injury, will always have a psychological barrier.

Gaio waved to them.

After this period of chaos, the match continued.

Rogers' tactics worked.

With Liverpool leaving a large gap, Stoke City are definitely looking to make a strong push.

This gave Liverpool room to counter-attack!
In the 64th minute of the match, Lucas intercepted the ball and passed it to Henderson.

Henderson quickly dribbled the ball forward through the middle.

Gerrard created a lot of defensive space for him, allowing him to easily bring the ball into the attacking zone.

quickly,

Henderson saw the opposing defense organize itself and quickly switched the ball to the right wing, trusting Gaio's breakthroughs at this point.

Gaio turned sideways and gently tapped the ball with the outside of his right foot, sending it around Nzonzi.

Gaio quickly followed up with his next move, taking control of the ball and preparing to charge forward.

Peters immediately followed up.

however,
Gaio suddenly slowed down, flicked the ball laterally with the inside of his right foot, and then cut inside.

This change in rhythm caused Peters to lose his balance instantly.

Nzonzi followed up to cover, but Gaio used an almost acrobatic move, stepping on the ball with his right foot to pull it back while feinting to the left. In the instant his opponent hesitated, he flicked the ball to the right with his left foot.

This variation of the fried dough ball move was completed in a very small space, and Enzonzi watched as Gaio broke through him from the right side as if he were nailed to the spot.

Wilson and Shawcross blocked his route.

Gerrard had already run into an open space behind him, waiting to receive the pass.

But Gaio did not pass the ball back.

Instead, he continued to dribble along the penalty area line towards the center, with Sturridge quickly making a run to create space.

Gaio understood the situation at a glance.

He quickened his pace.

Get rid of Wilson, and a space will appear!
This is the opportunity!

Gaio's left foot was brimming with power!
Gaio's leg swing was extremely wide, with his instep taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

Bang!
The football hurtled toward the goal with tremendous force, and right in its path was Shawcross.

As a center-back, Shawcross instinctively tried to block with his body, but another instinct kicked in: danger!

He immediately turned to the side, trying to block the ball with his side instead of his vulnerable front.

Bang!
The soccer ball hit his left arm directly, and because his arm was outstretched, the ball deflected.

drop!
"what!!!"

Screams and whistles rang out at the same time!
Shawcross fell to the ground instantly, and the referee pointed to the penalty spot. Just as Shawcross turned around, he didn't have time to clench his arm and block the ball.

Shawcross lay on the ground, pounding the ground with his other hand in agony.

Stoke City players surrounded the referee in a frenzy of protest, with Nzonzi grabbing his jersey and yelling, "He clearly kicked someone on purpose!"

But Gaio just shrugged and said, "I just wanted to shoot, and he was in my way."

He then turned away indifferently, not even glancing at the huddled Shawcross.

The big screen repeatedly played two clips: in the first half, Shawcross made a flying tackle on Gaio's ankle with his studs showing, and now Gaio was twitching like a shrimp on the grass, clutching his arm.

The director is a master of creating entertaining content.

The ironic contrast sparked an even wilder cheer at Anfield.

Shhh!!

A chorus of boos erupted.

It was also mixed with angry curses from many people.

"Serves you right! Butcher! You didn't expect this when you kicked him, did you?"

"You've finally gotten your comeuppance for your broken leg! Now it's your turn to taste the bitter fruit!"

"Shawcross, go to hell! Shawcross, go to hell!"

"Murderer! Murderer!"

The entire Anfield was enveloped in the roar of the fans.

Courtside.

Mark Hughes angrily kicked the water bottle away and argued with the referee.

Whether it was Shawcross being hit or the handball call, he found it unacceptable.

In his opinion, it should have been Gaio who fouled!

This was a deliberate kick!

Rogers sneered from the sidelines.

He kept telling his players to stay calm.

On the field.

Shawcross's pain did not subside, and his teammates quickly called the team doctor to come onto the court.

When the team doctor pinched him, Shawcross writh in pain.

The team doctor immediately understood.

He quickly signaled a substitution towards the bench, then said to Shawcross, "Your hand may be broken; we need further testing."

The team doctor quickly provided basic treatment, called for a stretcher to be brought onto the field, and carried Shawcross out.

It cannot be delayed.

As Shawcross was lifted up, he turned his head and saw Gaio in the distance, which made him grit his teeth in anger.

Mark Hughes also received a yellow card for protesting the referee.

He shook his head and quickly put on the field the young defender Muniesa, whom he had bought from Barcelona's youth team this season.

Liverpool's side.

Gerrard was the first penalty taker, but this time he passed the ball to Gaio without hesitation.

"You need this goal even more now that you're here."

Gaio nodded.

He took the football, his gaze unwavering.

Gerrard put his arm around his shoulder, covered his mouth and whispered, "Don't think about kicking it wide or kicking it in, just like in training, shoot it through the net."

"Ah."

Many people in the stadium were surprised when Gaio took the ball and walked to the penalty spot instead of Gerrard.

But they also expressed their understanding.

Martin Tyler also commented, "Mark Hughes was forced to bring on young center-back Muniesa, a player they just bought from Barcelona's youth academy this summer."
An even more surprising scene unfolded on Liverpool's side, with Gerrard personally handing over the penalty-taking responsibility to Gaio.

In my opinion, this may be more than just a tactical choice; it is a symbolic passing of the Anfield scepter.

We seem to be witnessing the beginning of a new era for Liverpool.

Gerrard may be telling everyone in his own way that this 18-year-old is ready to take over the Red Army's banner.

During his time at Bastia, Gaio was the undisputed first-choice penalty taker for both the club and the French national team.

His penalty kicks are characterized by a distinctive style: little variation in rhythm, but extremely tricky angles.

At this moment, the fans in the Kop stand can rest assured.

They have not only welcomed a talented striker, but also an experienced penalty specialist; Gaio's penalty kick accuracy is 100%.

Anfield Stadium was like a powder keg that had been lit, with all the noise and attention focused on the French boy in the red jersey at the penalty spot.

Gaio placed the ball steadily on the penalty spot, took a few steps back, and calmly looked towards the goal.

Stoke City goalkeeper Begovic moved dramatically from side to side in front of the goal line, spreading his arms wide, attempting to distract the angry young man who had already scored a hat-trick in the first half.

drop!
The referee blows the whistle.

Gaio took a deep breath.

With a brief run-up and without the slightest hesitation, Gaio slammed his right foot hard into the lower part of the football.

There was no skillful spooning, nor any pursuit of a specific angle in the shot; it was simply a powerful shot that combined speed, strength, and confidence to the extreme!

The football shot like lightning, heading straight for the absolute top left corner of the goal!

Although Begovic guessed the right direction and dived with all his might to make the save, the speed and angle of the ball were just too perfect.

His fingertips couldn't even feel the fluctuations in the air.

The football slammed into the net behind him with a "whoosh," sending the net flying high into the air!
"GOAL!!! Goal!!" Martin Tyler's voice suddenly rang out!

Begovic's body crashed heavily onto the grass.

He didn't even get up immediately; he just turned his head and stared at the football spinning in the net, his face filled with helplessness and despair.

"Looking at the ball with longing"—at this moment, this phrase has the most vivid imagery.

boom!
The entire Anfield erupted in celebration following his powerful shot!
4-0!

Happy Fourth of Year!
With a debut like this, who would dare to disagree?!

After scoring, Gaio didn't glide with his arms outstretched as usual; he needed a stronger release of the fire within him.

He turned around and rushed straight towards the corner flag area at the foot of the KOP stand!

Amidst the deafening roar of the crowd, he rushed to the corner flagpole, lowered his head, and his short hair, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to his forehead.

He gripped the white corner flagpole tightly with his left hand, as if supporting himself or drawing strength from this sacred grandstand.

Then, he raised his right arm high and powerfully extended four fingers!

Four!
Happy Fourth of Year!
In his Premier League debut, he silenced all the doubters with a four-goal haul!

"Geo!"

"Geo!!"

The KOP stands responded with rhythmic, thunderous shouts.

A huge banner that read "You'll Never Walk Alone" fluttered above his head in the stands.

Among the frenzied fans, someone roared at the top of their lungs: "Conqueror! Conqueror Gueho!"

Gaio the Conqueror!
The nickname spread like wildfire across the stands.

The historical coincidence resonated at this moment—a thousand years earlier, another "conqueror" from France, William, crossed the sea and was eventually crowned King of England.

Today, another French teenager, with a stunning performance and four powerful, skillful, and tenacious goals, announced his conquest of English football.

It officially begins at Anfield tonight!
He lowered his head, listening to his own name resounding through the sky, and felt the earth tremble as he gripped the corner flagpole.

This is not a celebration, this is a declaration.

Anfield, your king has arrived.

Gaio held this celebratory pose for only a few seconds before a red wave surged in from all directions, instantly engulfing him.

Sturridge arrived in a flash, grinning with his signature smile, and gave Gaio a hard thud with his chest before wrapping his arms around his neck. "Kid, you fucking did a great job!"

Henderson rushed over and slapped Gaio hard on the back, so hard it felt like he was going to slap all the air out of Gaio's lungs.

More teammates gathered around, Glen Johnson, Lucas and others shouted loudly, everyone wanting to reach out and touch the young man who had just created a magical debut.

On the periphery of the crowd, Captain Gerrard slowly ran over, a smile of relief and even a touch of emotion on his face.

Unlike the others who rushed forward excitedly, he waited until the initial frenzy subsided before parting the crowd and stepping forward.

Gerrard and Gaio hugged, and Gerrard said, "That's it, play like that! This place is yours, kid!"

Gaio was incredibly excited at that moment.

He had to admit that the chants of 50,000 people at Anfield were even more frenzied than those at Thessalon Stadium.

He couldn't see the sky, only the faces of his teammates, contorted with ecstasy, and felt the force of their pats and the warmth of their embraces.

The clamor of Anfield, the shouts of teammates, and the cheers of "Conquerors" from the stands all blended together.

As Gaio walked toward the center circle, he waved toward the stands.

This has sparked another wave of outcry!
Courtside.

After his initial excitement, Rodgers had to reassess Gaio as a player.

He realized that his assessment of Gaio might have been flawed.

Just like those media outlets that question Gaio.

He needs to rethink Gaio's role on his team going forward.

Mark Hughes, standing next to him, looked dejected.

This was a crushing defeat.

He had already anticipated how the media would write about Stoke City's defeat after the match: losing both the game and their composure.

They might not even be written about.

Because this is a night that belongs to Anfield, a night that belongs to that French boy.

"Ugh."

Mark Hughes sighed.

At this moment, Anfield Stadium was silent except for cheers.

After a series of commentaries, Martin Tyler continued, "Listen to this sound! Anfield has completely gone mad! Gaio, that name seems to have magic right now, echoing in every corner of the stadium!"
Are we witnessing a dreamlike debut? No, this goes beyond dream; it's a script that even Hollywood wouldn't dare to write!

Has there ever been such a dominant and breathtaking debut performance in the history of the Premier League?
I wouldn't dare to say for sure, but in my long career as a commentator, this is absolutely unique!

At this moment, the transfer fee of 80 million euros no longer sounds like an astronomical figure, but rather like a well-calculated deal.

The champion's spirit that Bastia brought him was fully displayed at this moment, in one of England's most prestigious stadiums.

He went from being a conqueror of Ligue 2, Ligue 1, and the Europa League to becoming a 'conqueror' of Anfield and even the entire Premier League!
I heard the unified chant from the stands again—'Gaio the Conqueror'.

Yes, I like the nickname; it perfectly captures the essence of everything that happened that night.

Gaião etched his name into the history of the Premier League in an almost barbaric way.

This goal, this penalty, is significant for far more than just extending the lead.

It symbolizes the completion of a legacy.

Under Steven Gerrard's watchful eye, amidst the deafening chants from the Kop stands, a new leader stepped onto the center stage in the most domineering manner.

This is not the beginning, this is a declaration!

The Stoke City players were stunned, and Coach Mark Hughes stood on the sidelines with a grim face.

Today, they unfortunately become the first backdrop to this epic masterpiece, utterly defeated by a newly arrived French teenager through his individual abilities.

The competition is not over yet, but this day and this moment are destined to be remembered forever.

The Premier League has welcomed a new superstar, and his debut was truly groundbreaking.

ladies and gentlemen!
Please remember this night.

On August 16, 2013, at Anfield, Gaio, the Conqueror, officially arrived in the Premier League!

(End of this chapter)