The path to becoming a football legend began with being ousted from Carrington by Manchester United.

Time is fair; its erosion of people never discriminates between kings and nobles and ordinary citizens.

No matter how big a star you are, you will gradually bow down in its presence.

Ambrosini and Seedorf's all-out tackles were nothing but child's play in front of Lin Yi.

With a slight adjustment of his foot and a simple change of rhythm, he sent the two old men whizzing past him.

The seemingly fierce tackle failed to create even a ripple, and couldn't take the ball away from Lin Yi's feet.

In fact, in that situation, neither of the two AC Milan midfield legends posed a greater threat to the ball than the threat to Lin Yi's Achilles tendon.

However, when the two realized they couldn't get to the ball, they both pulled back, preserving Lin Yi's health and leaving Abbiati, who was about the same age as them, as the only hope to stop Lin Yi from scoring.

As a goalkeeper, Abbiati's usual level of physical exertion and physical contact is not as high as that of other players who fight hard on the field.

Therefore, the effects of time on him were slightly less severe than on Ambrosini, Seedorf, and Nesta, but as compensation, time took away all his hair.

With his bald head, Abbiati focused intently on Lin Yi. As Lin Yi swung his leg, Abbiati immediately jumped and dove to the side. His reaction was swift and his movements fluid, making it a near-perfect save.

The reason it's described as near perfect rather than perfect is because Lin Yi's shot stole the word "perfect."

Lin Yi unleashed a low, sweeping shot that grazed the grass, its trajectory exceptionally clear, avoiding everyone in the penalty area. No one could stop the ball from nestling against the goalpost and into the bottom right corner of the net.

Abbiati was ultimately helpless regarding the theoretical blind spots.

Lin Yi scored a solo goal, completing his brace and helping Manchester City regain the lead.

In this attack, Lin took down several of Milan's veteran players one by one.

Ambrosini, Seedorf, Nesta, and Abbiati, four old men whose combined age was close to 150, collapsed one by one in front of Lin Yi.

Lin Yi's secret weapon for defeating them was not speed or technique, but his enviable 18 years old.

Beauty has been like a famous general since ancient times, and the world is not allowed to see gray hair.

Lin Yi's goal created an indescribable atmosphere both on and off the field, prompting different reactions from different people.

Manchester City manager Manuel Pellegrini appeared remarkably calm amidst the noisy crowd around him, his serious expression revealing absolutely no joy at scoring a goal.

The Chilean coach, who always cares about his image, straightened his suit and tie, trying to keep his back as straight as possible.

Allegri returned to his seat without saying a word, his dim eyes betraying his inner thoughts. The train of time had taken away not only the dignity of a few veterans, but also the glory of this century-old powerhouse.

Thiago Silva, who was not directly involved in the defense, stood there with a gloomy expression.

Instead of helping Nesta, who was standing not far away, he turned his face away and spat on the ground, muttering something unintelligible.

It was clear that he seemed to be complaining about something.

Robinho was still sleepy-eyed. Another goal conceded? What does it have to do with me? No! Yay! Pato, book a private room tonight! Let's celebrate that both goals conceded were unrelated to me.

Antonini plopped down and buried his head deep in his knees.

The arrogant Ibrahimovic has almost harsh standards for himself and those around him; he cannot accept failure or mediocrity.

But the Swedes, who highly value self-discipline and hard work, had to admit that they were moved by the desperate attitude of the veterans.

Just as he was struggling with what to do next, Lin Yi, who was closer, took action first.

Whether out of sympathy or gratitude for the other party's mercy, Lin Yi reached out his hands, wanting to help Ambrosini and Seedorf up.

"Snapped!"

Ambrosini slapped Lin Yi's hand away, stood up, and said, "I'm not dead yet, I don't need your help."

"Hey! How come you can't tell good from bad?"

"Milaners never need the pity of their opponents."

"Aren't you being too sensitive? Are all older people like this?"

"Hey kid, who are you calling old?"

"Uncle, isn't this the truth?"

"Look carefully, this is San Siro, not a place for you to run wild."

"Javier said that day that the Meazza is his territory, and I can do whatever I want here."

"Messi! No wonder I can't stand you. So you've been hanging out with those Inter guys all this time. I should have just crippled you earlier."

"You think you can rely on your old arms and legs?"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Seedorf, still lying on the ground, interrupted the two's bickering. "Are you blind? Can't you see there's someone on the ground? Hurry up and help me up. I pulled my leg back a little too hard, and now I can't get any strength in me."

Lin Yi is a man of principle who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. It's possible that Seedorf injured himself instead of trying to avoid hurting him, so this is a favor he should do.

Lin Yi immediately shut his mouth and gestured for Ambrosini to help Sidov up first.

"Didn't you say I'm old and frail? Of course you should be the one helping me!"

"6!"

Lin Yi, speechless, helped Seedorf up and took him to the sidelines for a check-up by the team doctor.

When commentator Alan Smith saw this, he felt like the sun had risen in the west: "This is not like Lin at all. I don't believe for a second that the two of them didn't have a history."

Martin Tyler did some research and said uncertainly, "Lin seems to have played in Pescara's youth academy when he was young, but he probably didn't have much connection with AC Milan."

"That's for sure!" Alan Smith said with great certainty. "It must have been some kind of coincidence that he met Seedorf. Otherwise, I don't believe Lin would be so friendly to his opponents on the court. He's not that kind of person at all."

"No wonder Seedorf didn't kick him to death earlier. Maybe Seedorf once gave Lin some pointers when he was young?" Alan Smith, feeling he had found the truth, began to speculate.

After the game restarted, Lin Yi continued to operate on the right flank.

After observing for a while, Martin Taylor asked Alan Smith in a skeptical tone, "Are you sure Lin and Seedorf have a good relationship? Lin has been targeting Seedorf the whole time, and I feel like the Dutch veteran is about to be worn out by him."

Seedorf, who was already panting and limping before the halftime was even over, watched as the game ended.

Alan Smith knew he was probably wrong again. He was furious at Lin Yi for always contradicting him. He couldn't help but blame himself for trying to figure out why he was making such a fuss.

Another person was so angry that he stomped his feet. It was because Lin Yi was too active that Ibrahimovic, who was separated from Milan's front and back lines and did not receive support.

Watching Lin Yi repeatedly move through Milan's entire left flank defense with impunity, Ibrahimovic felt he couldn't just sit idly by any longer.

As Lin Yi once again dribbled past Seedorf and prepared to accelerate his breakthrough, Ibrahimovic, who had retreated, knocked him to the ground with his shoulder.

With a yellow card already on his back, Ibrahimovic didn't even bother to see if the referee would issue him a card for his previous foul.

Instead, he bent down and uttered harsh words to Lin Yi.

"Kid, do you really think no one in Milan can stop you? Don't forget about Geratan!"