Milan's commentary was wildly wrong, but it was understandable, as he was unaware of the changes that had occurred in Lin Yi.

David Silva, as his teammate, knew very well, and he raised his right hand, holding up one finger.

Lin Yi, understanding perfectly, suddenly sprinted forward the instant David Silva took the corner kick.

Ibrahimovic isn't a natural defender, so it's understandable that his marking skills aren't that strong, but the real problem is that he's busy showing off his muscles and striking poses.

This gave Lin Yi a chance to get rid of him. Fortunately, Thiago Silva was not very comfortable letting Ibrahimovic keep an eye on Lin Yi, so he consciously kept his distance and caught up with Lin Yi in time.

Thiago Silva didn't have Ibrahimovic's idol image and wasn't particularly interested in showing off. He obediently placed his hands on Lin Yi to interfere with his jump.

Manchester City's set-piece tactics were specially redesigned by Pellegrini after Lin Yi's successful special training, and had been practiced many times in training before.

David Silva's raised finger indicated that the ball would be awarded to the forward post.

Originally, in this tactical arrangement, in addition to Kompany and others rushing towards the back post to attract the opponent's defense, Balotelli should also have set a screen for Lin Yi, similar to a pick-and-roll in basketball, to help Lin Yi shake off the player guarding him.

However, Balotelli regretfully forgot, so Lin Yi not only had to face Milan defender Antonini waiting at the near post, but also Thiago Silva who kept harassing him.

Ibrahimovic, realizing what was happening, caught up with his exaggerated strides, each one taking the equivalent of three of Ibrahimovic's.

To some extent, Manchester City's corner kick tactic failed. Lin Yi had to fight for the ball under the defense of three people, but just as Nocerino had thought before, people who are cheating are unreasonable.

Lin Yi calculated the landing point while running, and made a paddling motion with both hands at the same time, successfully knocking away Thiago Silva's hand and creating an opening for himself to jump.

With a forceful downward pull of his hands, Lin Yi bent his knees slightly and slammed his feet heavily onto the ground. Using the reaction force transmitted back from the earth, he leaped high into the air like a spring shoot up from dry land.

Antonini and Thiago Silva jumped almost simultaneously with Lin Yi, and Ibrahimovic, who was slightly behind, also jumped. In the air, he tried his best to lean his upper body against Lin Yi, intending to interfere with Lin Yi even if he couldn't reach the ball.

The three Milan players, who thought it would be an easy defensive play, were horrified to find that Lin's foot seemed to have been fitted with a rocket booster.

In everyone's impression, Lin Yi is the kind of weirdo who looks a lot like Choi Bounge at first glance, light as a feather and likes to fly around, but actually jumps like Chang Koehan.

This time, countless people's glasses will be shattered because of Lin Yi.

Newton's coffin lid shook violently; it felt like gravity could no longer restrain the overpowered Lin Yi.

Just as Ibrahimovic, Thiago Silva, and Antonini reached their highest points and began to fall, only Lin Yi's body continued to rise.

If he had been born in China, Ibrahimovic would probably not have been able to enjoy a child's ticket after graduating from kindergarten. For the first time, he felt as short as a child in kindergarten, unable to reach the candy placed high up no matter how hard he tried.

In Ibrahimovic's eyes, it seemed like an eternity had passed before Lin Yi finally completed his performance involving jumping.

At a height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, Lin Yi leaned back slightly, tucked in his chest and abdomen, like a fully drawn bow ready to be released.

As Lin Yi released the bowstring, his head slammed into the incoming ball.

Milan goalkeeper Abbiati stretched his body and tried to stop Lin Yi's header with his hands and feet, but he failed. The ball that Lin Yi headed hit the ground hard and bounced into the goal between his hands and legs.

"Lin-goooooooooooooooooooal!"

"Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal!"

"Wow! That was the decisive header! A beautiful header! From Lin Yi!"

"Oh my God! What am I seeing? Why has this Chinese man suddenly become so agile overnight? Has no research institution taken him for biopsy? Really not?"

Besides the Italian commentator trying to draw the attention of the anti-doping agency through his own hints, commentators from other countries and regions expressed their admiration for Lin Yi's header in the most amazing ways they could think of.

After landing, Lin Yi saw Ibrahimovic standing angrily beside him. He suddenly remembered that the other party shared the same agent as him. In ancient times, they might have been considered fellow disciples. It seemed inappropriate not to greet him.

"Zeratan, so you're not invincible after all."

After waiting for a long time without any response from the other side, Lin had no choice but to leave Ibrahimovic, who seemed a bit introverted and didn't like to talk, and run to the bench with Silva, who had assisted him, to hug Pellegrini.

Normally, after Lin Yi scores a goal, Balotelli on the bench is always the first person to rush towards him.

But Balotelli, who started today, didn't arrive until Lin Yi and the others had finished celebrating.

The perceptive David Silva wondered if the other party had become arrogant.

He couldn't help but ask, "Mario, where have you been? Why aren't you celebrating our goal?"

"I think I heard something break in their penalty area just now, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time, which wasted time!" Balotelli said with a frustrated look.

"I bet what you heard was the sound of Zeratan grinding his teeth."

Is it possible that what's actually broken is Zeratan's heart?

As Ibrahimovic stood in the center circle preparing to kick off, he watched from afar as the Manchester City players surrounded Lin Yi, who had scored the goal, and walked back. As they walked, the group suddenly burst into laughter.

People in the crowd would steal glances at him from time to time, and his name could be faintly heard in the wind.

Ibrahimovic, who had been clenching his teeth ever since Lin scored, felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger.

Looking at Robinho, who stood opposite him with sleepy eyes, Ibrahimovic couldn't help but vent his anger on him: "Robinho, wake up! Don't look like you just woke up! We're already behind! Do you want to watch that kid swagger around on our home turf?"

"Huh? What? You were the one who started the verbal battle, you were the one who went to mark him, and you were the one who got scored on. What's with you trying to manipulate me?"

This was Robinho's thought, but due to Ibrahimovic's domineering presence, he didn't dare say it aloud. He just tried his best to widen his dead fish eyes and show Ibrahimovic how hard he was trying!

"That spineless idiot is completely hopeless. His brain is devoid of anything but alcohol and women. How could I possibly associate with someone like that? I'll stay far away from him from now on!"

This was what Ibrahimovic was thinking. Considering that internal strife would inevitably lead to defeat, he didn't dare to say it aloud. He just clenched his fists tightly and told himself that relying on himself was better than relying on anyone else!

At that moment, the Italian audience heard the commentator's hopeful voice: "From this close-up, we can see that Geratan and Robinho are exchanging glances. They don't even need to communicate with words anymore. With two world-class strikers with such perfect understanding, what are we worried about? They must have found a way to equalize. Let's wait and see!"

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