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

After the team doctor treated Lin's ankle, he limped into the home team's locker room with the help of the team staff.

The second half had already begun, and only two unfortunate players, Kompany and Balotelli, remained in the huge locker room.

"Tonight's expenses will be on Young Master Lin!" Lin Yi seemed to be in a good mood, and the gloom that had just flashed through his mind seemed to have vanished.

The big black man, Balotelli, had his eyes light up, and happily flashed his signature white teeth again: "You mean going out to party tonight? Then what are we waiting for, let's go!"

As the team captain, Kompany appeared much more composed. He criticized Balotelli: "Mario, you're always so impulsive. With Ling injured like this, how can you go out and have fun?"

"Hey you!" Kompany instructed the staff member helping Lin Yi, "Find a wheelchair for us, we'll push him to Chinawhite!"

"Isn't this arrangement perfect?" Kompany was very satisfied with his plan.

Balotelli grinned, showing his bright white teeth, and nodded vigorously.

Lin Yi explained, "I meant I'll pay your fines. Who said I was going to treat you to something?"

Kompany scoffed, "Who cares about your meager salary? Mario earns twice as much as you do every week. Forget it, the important thing is to call and book a venue."

Balotelli grinned, showing his bright white teeth, and nodded vigorously.

"Can't you have a little compassion? I can barely walk, and you expect me to go clubbing?"

Kompany said disdainfully, "You have a girlfriend, who cares about taking you out to fool around? What I mean is, let Emma introduce us to some beautiful girls. Mario and I are still single!"

Balotelli grinned, showing his bright white teeth, and nodded vigorously.

Lin Yi still had some moral bottom line, and he strongly objected to introducing a good girl to these two beasts.

Kompany and Balotelli had no choice but to give up, leaving Lin Yi behind and going to a nightclub to drown their sorrows.

The brawl before the end of the first half made the game chaotic, and Mancini, who had a deep obsession with the league title, focused all his attention on the game.

It wasn't until the match ended with a score of 2-0 that he had the time and the peace of mind to find out about Lin Yi's injury.

However, Lin Yi had already been taken home by Emma Watson, who had rushed over, to recover from his injuries. Mancini searched around but couldn't find Lin Yi, so he had to go and find out what was going on from the medical director, Max Sara.

"Max, is it good news or bad news?"

"That's good news. The injury isn't too serious. It's a mild ankle sprain and the ligament tear isn't severe. All you need to do is get enough rest and let it heal naturally."

Mancini couldn't wait to ask the question that mattered most to him: "When can I play?"

"The recovery time is expected to be two to four weeks, but it depends on the progress of the recovery. I can't say for sure right now."

Mancini frowned, his expression quite unpleasant.

With Lin Yi sidelined due to injury, Kompany and Balotelli will certainly face further penalties from the FA, prompting Mancini to quickly convene his coaching team for an overnight meeting to discuss lineup arrangements for the coming period.

By the time he had a moment to call Lin Yi to inquire about his injuries, it was already late at night, so Mancini had no choice but to give up.

Lin Yi had gotten used to the busy competitions and training, and he was a little unaccustomed to the sudden free time. After just one night, he felt bored.

Sensing Lin Yi's emotions, Emma Watson suggested, "Want to watch a DVD? I'll go rent one."

Lin Yi shook his head: "There's nothing I want to see."

"Want to go out and soak up some sun? I'll push you."

"There's hardly any sun in England this time of year..." Lin Yi complained.

"Want to play video games? I'll play with you."

"I'm not really interested in playing," Lin Yi said, still indicating his refusal.

Emma offered a new solution: "Do you want that? I'll do it."

Lin Yi pondered for a moment: "Let's give it a try!"

Just as Lin Yi subdued the sorceress Hermione by defeating her, Mancini, who had barely slept all night and then led the team in training all morning, was throwing a tantrum in the locker room.

"Fighting! Drunken revelry! How are you acting like professional athletes? Don't you even know what discipline is?"

The other players remained silent, but Balotelli, with his unique way of thinking, was unconvinced: "I didn't fight, I was avenging Lin."

The tough, stubborn, and poor communicator Mancini could not tolerate any challenge to the head coach's authority, especially when the challenger was Balotelli, whom he had always disliked.

"Shut your mouth. I have no interest in arguing with you. I hereby officially announce that no matter what kind of penalty the FA issues, you will be subject to an additional 3-match ban within the team. You don't need to come to Munich with us. Pack your things and report to the reserve team during this time."

As Manchester City's captain and dressing room leader, and a close comrade who fought alongside Balotelli last night, Kompany knew he had to step up at this moment.

"Roberto, it was clearly a malicious foul, they were trying to cripple Lin. We have to have someone step up, otherwise the whole world will think that Manchester City is a pushover."

"Mario was standing up for his own people, what did he do wrong?"

"The FA is handling the fight, and I don't think there's any need for further internal team punishment."

Still furious, Mancini didn't give Kompany any face: "What right do you have to plead for him? Is the captain's armband for you to lead a fight? You're just like him, pack your things and go to the reserve team to sober up. Come back to me when we get back from Munich."

After saying that, Mancini turned and left, the sound of the door slamming echoing throughout the corridor.

Joe Hart, Nasri, Milner, and several other troublemakers all voiced their support: "Mario, we support you, you're awesome!"

The other players, who were relatively composed, did not join in the flames. Instead, they gathered around Kompany, patting him on the shoulder to offer comfort.

Aguero sat silently in his chair, seemingly lost in thought, but his expression was clearly not good.

Toure seemed to want to say something: "Vincent..."

Kompany waved to stop the other man, stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Guys, do a good job. Mario, me, and Lin, oh right, we're waiting for you to bring back 3 points from Munich."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the crowd aside and left without looking back.

In response to this egregious brawl on the pitch, the Football Association broke with its usual procrastination and issued a heavy fine by the independent oversight committee in just one day.

First, there's Phil Neville, the instigator. His foul on Lin Yi constituted a serious malicious foul, and his actions directly triggered the subsequent events. In addition to the three-match suspension for malicious foul, he was given an additional two-match suspension and fined £30,000.

Balotelli has been suspended for a total of 8 matches and fined £5 for violent behavior with aggravated circumstances.

Kompany was also suspended for four matches and fined £25,000 for similar reasons.

Everton assistant coach Steve Lund was suspended for five matches and fined £10,000 for serious misconduct and failing to set a good example as a member of the coaching staff.

Manchester City and Everton were fined £8 and £6 respectively for failing to effectively control the behavior of their players and staff.

Against this backdrop, another day later, news of Manchester City's loss came from Germany.

Manchester City, already lacking Champions League experience, suffered a 0-2 defeat to Bundesliga champions Bayern Munich, with incomplete squads and a lack of cohesion.

This defeat made some of the mice that had been hiding in the shadows waiting for a long time so excited that they could no longer sit still.