So what if I'm just strolling around the field? My shots are guaranteed to go in.

Calderon's noise was cut off by some force at the same instant.

The shouts of 54,000 people came to an abrupt halt, and the sudden silence was more awe-inspiring than any booing.

You can hear the ball spinning in the net, the sound of Lin Fan's shoes hitting the grass as he runs, and the hoarse, almost frenzied roars of four thousand Real Madrid fans coming from the corners of the stadium.

"Lin Fan—!!! Lin Fan!!" He Wei jumped up from his chair, his headphone cord taut. "The 59th minute!! Just ten minutes after Atletico Madrid took the lead!! Lin Fan scored his second goal of the match!! A curling shot from inside the penalty area!! He slipped through Godin, Oblak, and Gabi!! This is a work of art!! This is gold!! This is the Lin Fan phenomenon!!"

Xu Yang had stopped explaining. He was just repeating one word over and over, his voice trembling: "Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god..."

ESPN's English commentators were completely out of control: "I'm done for! I'm totally done for! Lin Fan just scored the best goal of the season! He beat three players in the box, pulled the ball back after Godin rushed past him, and then curled it into the top corner past one of the best goalkeepers in the world! This kid isn't human! This is football from a video game!"

The slow-motion replay begins. It starts with Modric's long pass, then shows Lin Fan controlling the ball, dribbling forward, slowing down, pulling the ball past Godin and Gabi, and finally curling a shot into the far corner.

Every detail is magnified in slow motion.

Godin's face, covered in sweat and despair, Oblak's outstretched fingertips that couldn't reach the ball, Gabi's figure lying on the grass after missing a tackle—all of these combined to create a perfect picture.

On the sidelines, Ancelotti knelt on the grass.

The Italian didn't jump up—he actually knelt down, his hands on the grass, head bowed, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Just two minutes ago, his team was being dominated by Atletico Madrid and was about to concede their fourth goal.

Lin Fan has now equalized the score with an absolutely beautiful goal.

Zidane stood behind Ancelotti, his hands covering his head, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, like a fish washed ashore.

The French have played professional football for over twenty years and have witnessed countless brilliant performances.

But he had never—never—seen a nineteen-year-old player score such a goal at the Calderon.

It wasn't a lucky shot, a rebound, or a lucky break in front of the goal. It was the ultimate display of individual skill.

In the penalty area, in the narrowest space, under the strongest pressure, send the ball into the goal in the most elegant way.

On the other side, Simone fell completely silent.

He stood in the coaching area, his hands hanging at his sides, his mouth slightly open, staring blankly at the court.

His team scored three goals in less than sixty minutes—three goals!

In any match, scoring three goals should be enough to win.

But they're tied now. Because one of their players, with two shots that seemed completely out of this world, wiped out Atletico Madrid's two previous leads.

This isn't a tactical issue. This is fate.

The fourth official raised the substitution board. Simeone replaced the exhausted Torres with Correa and the already yellow-carded Filipe with Gamez.

He used his last two substitutions in an attempt to regain control in the final thirty minutes.

But the game was already out of control.

In the 64th minute—just five minutes after Lin Fan equalized—Real Madrid launched another attack.

Marcelo received a pass from Kroos on the left flank and advanced at high speed along the sideline. Juanfran came to defend, and Marcelo passed the ball to Ronaldo, who was cutting inside.

Cristiano Ronaldo, facing Godin's marking on the left side of the penalty area, used two stepovers to create an angle for a cross.

He didn't shoot—he passed the ball back to Marcelo on the edge of the penalty area. Marcelo didn't control the ball and crossed it directly with his left foot.

The ball flew towards the center of the penalty area. Benzema jumped at the near post, but failed to head the ball.

The ball passed him, and also Savic, and flew towards the far post.

Ramos charged in from the back post.

The Real Madrid center-back charged toward the goal like a cannonball.

His forehead slammed into the ball, which flew like a cannonball into the top right corner of the goal.

Oblak stood still, completely unresponsive—the distance was too close, and the ball was too fast.

Goal!

3-4. Real Madrid have taken the lead. Goal scorer: Ramos. Assist: Marcelo.

However, the attack that led to the goal came from Lin Fan's breakthrough on the right wing - he was fouled by Gamez in the 63rd minute, winning a free kick near the sideline.

Kroos quickly took the free kick, switching the ball to the left wing. Marcelo received the ball and combined with Ronaldo before crossing it to assist Ramos in scoring.

Calderon fell into a deathly silence.

This time it wasn't the kind of silence that abruptly ended, but a deeper, heavier, and more suffocating silence.

Atletico Madrid fans are beginning to realize a harsh reality – they've scored three goals at home, three from corners, and put the ball in Real Madrid's net three times, but their team is now trailing.

Because they were facing Real Madrid, and that 19-year-old Chinese boy—who scored two goals and orchestrated the third, crushing Atletico Madrid's hopes of getting points at home bit by bit.

"Ramos—!! Real Madrid have taken the lead!!" He Wei's voice was hoarse to the extreme, but he still roared, "64th minute!! Real Madrid captain Ramos scores with a header!! 3-4!! What kind of match is this!! Seven goals!! Only twenty minutes into the second half!! Atletico Madrid have taken the lead three times and been overtaken three times!! This is no longer football!! This is war!!"

Slow-motion replays showed that Ramos squeezed through Atletico Madrid's wall before heading the ball into the goal – the power and willpower he displayed in that instant made Savic, who was marking him, look like a piece of cardboard being pushed aside.

The Real Madrid center-back's desire to score is stronger than anyone else's.

He was the captain, he was the leader. He missed his man during a corner kick defense, which led to the first goal conceded, so he redeemed himself with this goal.

After scoring, Ramos sprinted towards the corner flag, tearing at the Real Madrid crest on his chest and letting out a hoarse roar into the camera lens.

His teammates swarmed him and pinned him down.

Cristiano Ronaldo emerged from the crowd and made a "quiet" gesture to the Atletico Madrid fans in the stands—his index finger was placed in front of his lips, exactly the same gesture Lin Fan made at Camp Nou.

Ancelotti stood up and brushed the grass clippings off his knees.

The Italians regained their composure, but not the composure of someone who felt completely in control; rather, it was the composure of someone who had survived a catastrophe.

He turned around and said something to Zidane.

The lip-reading expert later interpreted the statement as: "I don't know what will happen next. But tonight, we are the luckiest coaches in the world."

Simeone stood motionless in the coaching area.

His hands hung at his sides, and the expression on his face was no longer anger or bewilderment—but a deep, almost philosophical sorrow.

He did everything he could to prepare before the match.

He studied every video of Lin Fan's game, devised a specific defensive plan, and gave the players a passionate speech during halftime.

His team scored three goals at home, including three from corner kicks—that should have been enough to win any game.

But the scoreboard now shows 3-4.

Because there was a player on the opposing team who, in a way that couldn't be tactically contained, snatched the game away from Atletico Madrid.

There are 25 minutes left in the game.

Atletico Madrid still have time. Simeone is giving loud instructions from the sidelines, telling his players to push their defensive line further forward.

Atletico Madrid began to push forward with all their players – the four defenders were almost positioned near the midfield line, pushing the midfield line into the 30-meter zone of Real Madrid's half.

This is a risky, life-or-death style of play.

If successful, they could tie or even overtake.

If they fail, they will be torn to pieces by Real Madrid's counterattack.

In the 68th minute, Atletico Madrid won a free kick just outside the penalty area.

Koke took the penalty, his curling shot bypassing the wall and heading straight for the top right corner of the goal.

Navas made a diving save, his fingertips touching the ball as he tipped it out of play. Another corner kick.

The eighth corner kick.

Koke took another corner kick.

The ball flew towards the center of the penalty area, and Godin collided with Ramos again.

This time, Ramos won – he headed the ball out of the penalty area.

The ball landed outside the penalty area and was controlled by Modric. The Croatian turned and passed the ball to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan received the ball near the center line. In front of him were Ronaldo and Benzema, and behind him were Gabi and Saul.

Atletico Madrid's defense is pushed too high, leaving them with only Godin and Savic as center-backs.

Ronaldo on the left, Benzema on the right, and Lin Fan in the center. Three against two. This is a chance to kill the game.

Lin Fan did not choose to dribble the ball himself. He used the outside of his left foot to send out a low through ball. The ball slid at high speed on the grass, bypassed Godin's outstretched toes, and rolled accurately into Ronaldo's running path.

Cristiano Ronaldo received the ball on the left side of the penalty area, and facing the onrushing Oblak, he didn't shoot—he passed the ball across to the right. Benzema tapped it into the empty net.

But Benzema didn't get a touch on the ball. Savic slid in from the side at the last second and poked the ball out of play.

Benzema crouched on the ground, holding his head in his hands, unable to believe he had missed an open goal.

"Benzema! My God! He missed a chance to kill the game!" He Wei pounded the table. "Savić's tackle was crucial! If it weren't for him, that goal would have made it 4-4—no, 3-5! Real Madrid almost secured the victory!"

Calderon let out a sigh of relief, as if he had just escaped death.

Savic got up from the ground, pounded his chest, and shouted at his teammates. Atletico Madrid fans responded with the loudest applause.

The match had entered its final fifteen minutes. Both sides were at their physical limits.

Atletico Madrid's players expended too much energy under the constant high-intensity pressing – Gabi's steps were noticeably heavier, Saul's speed had also slowed down, and Carrasco's breakthroughs on the left wing were no longer as sharp as in the first half.

Real Madrid's players are also fatigued – Ronaldo's sprints have decreased, Benzema's running range has shrunk, and Marcelo has rarely made forward runs on the left wing.

Only one person seemed unaffected.

Lin Fan's running distance has exceeded eleven kilometers, the longest in the entire event.

He has already made more than 25 sprints, which is also the highest in the game.

On the Calderon pitch, when everyone's physical strength was nearing its limit, his steps remained light, his touches precise, and his decisions clear.

In the 78th minute, Atletico Madrid launched their final attack.

Koke delivered a long pass from the right wing, the ball flying towards Real Madrid's penalty area.

Griezmann controlled the ball with his chest at the near post, and facing Varane's defense, he made a feint to create a shooting angle.

His left-footed shot was heading straight for the near corner of the goal—Navas made a diving save, touching the ball with his fingertips and deflecting it out of play. Corner kick.

Ninth corner kick.

The noise in Calderon reached its peak again.

Fifty-four thousand people shouted with their last breath.

Kirk walked toward the corner flag, his steps weary but resolute.

He took the corner kick—the ball flew towards the center of the penalty area. Godin and Ramos jumped up at the same time, their foreheads colliding violently.

Both players fell to the ground, but Navas punched the ball away with both fists.

The ball landed outside the penalty area and was controlled by Saul.

Saul crossed the ball again—the ball flew towards the far post.

Gabi jumped at the far post, but his header was cleared off the line by Varane.

The ball bounced back outside the penalty area, and Koke followed up with a long-range shot—the ball deflected off Kroos and went out of play. Corner kick.

The tenth corner kick.

Kirk walked toward the corner flag area again.

His face was etched with exhaustion and determination.

He took the corner kick—the ball flew towards the center of the six-yard box.

This time, Navas made his move. He leaped high and punched the ball out of the penalty area.

Modric was the first to rush to the landing point, turned around and poked the ball to Carvajal on the right wing—no, it was Nacho.

Nacho looked up and saw Lin Fan starting his run near the center line.

Nacho launched a long pass. The ball traveled over fifty meters through the air before beginning to dip in the right side of Atletico Madrid's half.

Lin Fan glanced back at the ball while running at high speed, and then he did something no one expected—instead of stopping the ball with his foot, he used his chest to push the ball forward, letting it continue rolling forward.

Gabi and Savage caught up at the same time. Gabi was on the left and Savage on the right, forming a pincer attack.

Godin was further away, desperately chasing back. Oblak stayed inside the goal, not coming out – because Lin Fan was still forty meters away from the goal.

But Lin Fan's speed had already fully picked up.

He slipped through the gap between Gabi and Savage before they could close in.

Savage reached out to pull at his jersey, but Lin Fan was too fast—Savage's fingers only touched air.

Gabby scooped from the side, his spikes carving a long furrow in the turf.

Lin Fan jumped up to dodge the tackle, and as he landed, he pushed the ball forward with the outside of his right foot.

Only Godin remained in his sights.

Godin fought and retreated, blocking Lin Fan's route to cut into the penalty area.

His defensive positioning was excellent—neither lunging nor retreating, maintaining a distance of about one meter, preventing Lin Fan from comfortably accelerating.

But Lin Fan didn't try to dribble past his opponent. He suddenly unleashed a powerful shot from the right side of the penalty area's edge.

The ball flew out from the instep of his right foot with almost no spin, like a cannonball heading towards the near corner of the goal.

Oblak made a diving save, his fingertips touching the ball—but the ball was too powerful.

It continued flying forward, struck the inside of the right post of the goal, and bounced into the net.

3-5.

hat trick.

Calderon is completely dead.

It wasn't silence—it was death. The shouts of 54,000 people were cut off at the same instant by something.

You could hear the thud of Oblak falling onto the grass, the sound of Godin kneeling on the ground and pounding his fists on the turf, and the hoarse, almost frenzied roars of four thousand Real Madrid fans coming from the corners of the stadium.

Lin Fan did not run after scoring the goal.

He stood still, turned around, and faced the south stand.

The South Stand that displayed insulting banners before the game and continued to hurl insults at him during the match.

He raised his right hand and placed it in front of his lips.

Lie.

This is the third time he's done this tonight. After Camp Nou, now at the Calderón, in the world's most rival stadium, in front of 54,000 of the most enthusiastic fans.

But this time, no one threw anything at him.

Nobody gave him the middle finger. Nobody cursed at him.

The south stand was empty—not because the fans had left, but because their will had been shattered.

Those who were hurling insults at him before the game are now just standing quietly in their seats, staring blankly at the 19-year-old Chinese boy on the field.

"Lin Fan—!!!" He Wei burst into tears. "A hat-trick!! Lin Fan completed a hat-trick at the Calderón!! Three goals and one assist! He single-handedly destroyed Atlético Madrid! In his last season at the Calderón, in what might be his last Madrid derby at the Calderón, Lin Fan used three goals to tell the whole world—he's not just a genius, he's a king! He's the king of this stadium!"

The ESPN commentator remained silent in the microphone for a long time. Then, in a hoarse, almost weeping voice, he uttered a sentence that was later wildly shared by fans worldwide: "I've seen Pelé. I've seen Maradona. I've seen Messi. I've seen Ronaldo. Tonight, I saw a 19-year-old Chinese kid do what none of them could. A hat-trick at the Bernabéu? No. At the Calderón. In the derby. Against Simeone's Atlético Madrid. Against the best defense in Europe. This isn't a football match. This is a coronation."

The referee blew the final whistle.

On Calderón's scoreboard, the numbers stood still at an incredible score: Atlético Madrid 3-5 Real Madrid.