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

Regardless of whether Cavani admits defeat verbally or not, or what he's really thinking.

Napoli has no way out and can only fight with everything they have. With about ten minutes left in the game and trailing by one goal, no matter how difficult the situation is or how slim the hope of equalizing is, there is no reason for them to surrender directly.

Cavani even harbored the fantasy that if he scored the equalizer, he could return to Napoli and enjoy the treatment of a city hero.

Flowers, applause, fans, and enthusiastic Italian women.

Oh my, the scene is too beautiful, I can't even imagine it.

For Manchester City, one of their two defensive midfielders, Gareth Barry, has already been substituted, making their midfield interception ability somewhat weaker than usual.

On the contrary, Napoli has always used a 3-4-1-2 formation, which is a versatile configuration that allows them to both attack and defend on the flanks.

When we were parking the bus earlier, the two wing-backs, Cristian Maggio and Camilo Zuniga, could drop back to play as a five-man defense. Now we need to fight hard, and these two, with their excellent individual abilities, immediately broke through.

Yaya Toure was Manchester City's busiest player at the moment, making wide lateral runs across the midfield in an attempt to stifle any hope of a comeback.

Slovakia's star player Marek Hamšík began to make an impact at this point. He was not fast and his dribbling skills were average, but he had an excellent passing ability and was very well-rounded in both long and short passes.

Hamsik exploited Yaya Toure's weakness of being outnumbered, frequently orchestrating the midfield play, making Napoli's attack look quite impressive.

Mancini quickly played his last card, replacing Kolarov, who had strong attacking ability but was already running out of energy, with Clichy in an attempt to strengthen the defense on the flanks.

"Big Blackie! Come here!" Lin Yi summoned his strongest summon, Balotelli, once again.

"Lin, what are your orders?" Ba Shen's eager and eager manner was a stark contrast to his fierce appearance.

Lin Yi pointed at Cavani, who was eager to make a move in the middle lane, and instructed, "Go back and help. See that long-haired guy in his forties? You're in charge of taking care of him."

Balotelli hesitated slightly. "Lin, he seems to be of Native American descent. He should be with us."

"Um... whatever you want, just mess with whoever you don't like."

"Roger that, sir!"

Balotelli glanced around. He didn't know the others, but he knew his national team teammate Maggio inside and out.

Christian Maggio has olive skin, signature dark hair, and prominent, three-dimensional features, making him a typical Southern European.

Having chosen his target, Balotelli strode toward Maggio, ready to teach this despicable white man a lesson on behalf of his black ancestors.

Hamsik didn't notice this detail. He had just received a pass back from left winger Zuniga, and seeing that Yaya Touré had been drawn to Zuniga's side, Hamsik immediately turned and sent a 40-meter long pass, aimed at Christian Maggio on the right wing.

Hamsik's long passing ability was on full display in this pass, with just the right amount of lead, allowing Maggio to easily create a passing opportunity on the wing.

Maggio, who is also known for his strong passing and assist abilities, does not intend to hold onto the ball for too long. He plans to take advantage of the time difference when the opponent comes to cover and cross the ball directly.

"Be careful!"

His teammate's warning came too late; a strong figure suddenly appeared and knocked Maggio, who was still looking up, flying with a thud.

The newcomer was none other than Balotelli, a man with a fierce face and eyes blazing with anger. No one knew what grudge or hatred he held against him, but Macho, lying on the lawn, sensed a sense of satisfaction at having a great revenge in the other man's eyes.

Balotelli kept muttering, "Give the ball to Lin, let Lin destroy them! Give the ball to Lin, let Lin destroy them! Give the ball to Lin, let Lin destroy them!"

Then, completely ignoring David Silva who had run up to him to ask for the ball, he swung his big black leg and kicked the ball into the attacking third.

"Lin! It's up to you! Destroy them!" Balotelli shouted.

Those who don't know the situation might mistakenly think that Balotelli delivered a precise assist to Lin Yi. In fact, Balotelli's pass was completely off target, not exactly a hundred miles away from Lin Yi, but definitely wildly off course.

"You're fucking my living father!" Lin Yi cursed, then quickly sped up to chase after the landing point.

It was fortunate that Napoli pushed forward with the whole team, leaving their defense relatively empty; otherwise, Balotelli's pass might have been delivered to the opponent's feet immediately.

Paulo Cannavaro stayed at the back of the pitch, pressing high on the midfield line to ensure the offside rule applied.

He was the person closest to the ball's landing point on the entire field, and protecting the ball's landing point was his inescapable responsibility.

As Cannavaro ran towards the ball, he cautiously glanced back to check Lin Yi's position. Seeing that Lin Yi was still quite far away, Cannavaro felt a little relieved.

With his back to goal, Cannavaro intended to control the ball and then pass it back to De Sanctis, who was standing in front of the penalty area, for De Sanctis to clear the ball with a long kick facing the direction of attack.

With solid fundamentals, Cannavaro successfully controlled the high ball. Just as he was about to make his next move and pass the ball to the goalkeeper, an unfamiliar leg suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

"Be careful!"

His teammate's warning came too late; Lin Yi had already poked the ball out and accelerated past Cannavaro on the other side, like a sharp knife piercing the heart of Napoli.

Cannavaro didn't give up; he immediately adjusted his balance and chased after him.

Lin Yi quickly caught up with the ball, flicked it with the instep, and sent it flying again.

In that instant, Cannavaro's heart sank to the bottom; Lin Yi was just too fast!

Watching Lin Yi's figure recede into the distance, Cannavaro gritted his teeth and forced himself to accelerate, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his thigh.

"Holy shit!"

The Napoli center-back, who had fought hard all game, strained his muscle due to his stubbornness and sat helplessly on the grass, watching Lin Yi use his speed to force his way past the onrushing De Sanctis and send the ball into the empty net.

In faraway Shanghai, an 8-year-old child, accompanied by his father who is a football fan, stayed up all night to watch the broadcast of the game.

When the camera focused on Cannavaro sitting on the lawn crying, the little boy asked his father, puzzled, "He clearly can't catch up, so why is he trying so hard?"

The father replied, "Huanhuan, that's what professional players are like. You play defense, so you should learn from this spirit."

The little boy, who had already been selected by the veteran coach Xu Genbao to join the Genbao Training Base, patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, Dad, I can run really fast. I can catch up with any kind of one-on-one attack."

The camera then shifted to Lin Yi, who scored a hat-trick in the game. He didn't celebrate wildly; instead, he calmly high-fived each of his teammates who ran over, as if he had accomplished something very simple.

Little did anyone know that Lin Yi's goal made him the seventh player in Champions League history to score a hat-trick on his debut, and at the age of 18 years and 153 days, he broke the record for the youngest player to score a hat-trick on his Champions League debut, previously held by Manchester United player Wayne Rooney.

More than goals and records, Lin Yi seemed interested in Cavani, asking him again, "Are you convinced this time?"

Cavani was about to speak when Hamsik, who was standing next to him, covered his mouth.

With his mohawk, Hamsik pleaded desperately, "Can you please just shut up? Can you please stop provoking him? How many more losses do you fucking want to lose?"