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

Phil Neville, like an enraged bull, yanked Lin Yi up from the ground, pressed his forehead against Lin Yi's, and gasped for breath, his breath coming out of his nose like flames.

"You little brat, are you tired of living? Say that again if you dare!"

"Fuck you!" Lin Yi wasn't going to tolerate someone with a Manchester United label on them. He slapped the man in the chest with his right hand, instantly knocking Neville back, and continued, "You bastard who was kicked out like a dog, and you still think about guarding your master's house?"

"Isn't your brother the captain of Manchester United? If he can't even protect you? How rotten must you be?"

As a foreigner who had watched too many performance-style wrestling matches like WWE, he couldn't appreciate the profound skill behind Lin Yi's palm strike. He recklessly charged forward, wanting to test his skills against Lin Yi.

Fellaini used his long legs to his advantage, arriving at the scene of the conflict immediately and clinging to Neville like an octopus, inadvertently saving his captain's life.

"Calm down, Captain! Don't fall for this kid's trick! It's only been a few minutes!"

Lin Yi's secret preparations were suddenly interrupted when someone clung to him and held him tightly.

Mark Clattenburg, the future England referee who officiated the League Cup final, FA Cup final, Champions League final and the London Olympics, was still an unknown referee at this time, but his seven-year officiating career had already accumulated a wealth of experience.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two parties were under control, Clattenburg seized the opportunity and quickly stepped between them, pushing one with each hand to forcibly separate Lin Yi and Phil Neville.

"Gentlemen, please control your emotions. If you can't calm down, I don't mind sending you to the locker room to wash your faces and sober up with a red card."

Then he took out yellow cards from his pocket and showed them to Lin Yi and Neville respectively.

The yellow cards and the referee's warning finally made the two restrain themselves, and their soaring adrenaline gradually subsided.

Once Neville calmed down, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and quickly grabbed Clattenburg, beginning to protest: "Lin hit me! He hit me! He laid a hand on me! Get him out of the game!"

Clattenburg cast a disdainful look at Neville and reminded him, "Stop pretending, Phil. I saw it clearly. Lin only gave you a light push, much gentler than you pulled him up from the ground."

"Get back, this is a direct free kick for Manchester City." Clattenburg waved his hand, shooing away Phil Neville, who he saw as trying to fake an injury, like shooing away a fly.

Neville had no choice but to rub his chest and call on his teammates to form a human wall.

After regaining his senses, Lin Yi turned around to see who was clinging to him. It turned out to be Aguero, who was only 173cm tall. Lin Yi felt a warmth in his heart.

"My good son has grown up and knows how to care for his dad now. Are you worried that if Dad gets punished and leaves the field, no one will protect you and you'll be bullied?"

Aguero released Lin Yi, saying angrily, "This piece of trash dares to call himself a member of Class '92? I went through all that trouble to subdue you, and he didn't even try! What a waste of opportunity, fuck!"

Lin Yi curled his lip: "With your height and weight, you'd be like a backpack hanging on me. Even if I carried you, I could still kill him. Don't be stupid in the future. Do you know how heavy the backpacks Chinese kids carry from a young age are?"

"Heh, why weren't you bragging about this when you were being lifted off the ground like a chick?"

"I haven't beaten you enough these past few days. I think you're itching for a beating."

"Lin, are you interested in this free kick?" That's why David Silva is the brains of Manchester City; he intellectually outclasses Nasri.

With just one simple sentence, he successfully diverted Lin Yi's attention.

"Get out of here, I have important business to attend to." Lin Yi pushed Aguero aside, his expression turning serious, and made a final confirmation with Silva.

"Shall I?"

"Come here."

Aren't you coming?

"I'm not coming."

"Really not coming?"

"I'm really not coming."

"So, here I come?"

"Come on."

Phil Neville, who had been waiting in the human wall for a long time, couldn't stand the dawdling anymore. He roared at Lin Yi and Silva, "Are you two sissies ever going to stop? Screw you, why don't I just do it!"

"What the hell are you doing here!" Lin Yi had barely uttered those words when he started moving.

The Everton players were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice that referee Clattenburg had already signaled for Manchester City to kick off.

Lin Yi quickly took two steps back, then immediately started his run-up. To the astonishment of his opponents, he used the inside of his foot to curl the ball around the wall of players who couldn't jump in time, and then it plummeted downwards.

US goalkeeper Tim Howard didn't even see Lin Yi's movement before the football suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

By the time Howard tried to make a move, it was too late; Lin Yi's shot had already found the top corner.

The entire stadium fell silent for a moment, then erupted in an amazing cheer!

Even the fans were still replaying the earlier conflict in their minds, never expecting happiness to come so suddenly.

Lin Yi scored directly from a free kick, giving Manchester City the lead.

Lin Yi stood there calmly, his face showing no joy, no excitement, no expression whatsoever.

He simply stared at the bewildered and frustrated Neville in the wall of men, and casually remarked, "No wonder, his IQ isn't good either." With that, he turned and walked towards the center circle.

Phil Neville is red again, and he's ready to chase after Lin Yi. Luckily, this time he's surrounded by his teammates, and everyone works together to keep their captain firmly in place.

Fellaini, channeling his inner drama queen, cried out in a tearful voice, "You already have a yellow card! If you act impulsively again, you'll be sent off, honey! What will we do if you're sent off?"

"My wife! My wife! We can't live without you! How can we live without you, my wife!"

David Moyes felt like he had shot himself in the foot.

Before the match, he heavily emphasized Lin Yi's various acts of disrespect towards Manchester United, attempting to awaken the Red Devils blood flowing in his captain Phil Neville's veins and thus ignite his fighting spirit.

Looking at Lin Yi standing quietly waiting for the kickoff, and then at Neville with bloodshot eyes and a muscular physique, one can't help but wonder, "Is he even eighteen?"

Why was he so calm?

Why is he so irritable?

What's wrong with this world?

Lin Yi had already attacked and cursed, but then he turned around and casually scored.

My son is 34 years old, but he's like a naive kid who's never seen the world, jumping around like an idiot.

Must we push him in a wheelchair so that his feet are off the ground, keeping the virus away, so that his intelligence can take over?