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

Lin Yi, who was tackled and thrown to the ground by Aguero, did not respond to his desperate pleas. He just lay there motionless until the Manchester City team doctor came onto the field and lifted Aguero onto a stretcher. Only then did Lin Yi slowly stand up.

Even while lying on the stretcher, Aguero was restless, forcibly propping himself up and staring at Lin Yi with expectant eyes.

Lin Yi seemed to nod, the movement so small that Aguero couldn't be sure if he was seeing things.

As the stretcher carried away the unwilling Aguero, Lin turned his gaze to Joey Barton, who had just committed a vicious foul on Aguero.

The opponent was innocently arguing with referee Martin Wood: "I was going for the ball. That feint was so convincing! This is Sergio Aguero, you know. Doesn't it sound reasonable that I was fooled?"

Wood rummaged in his pocket for a while, then showed Barton a yellow card as a warning.

Barton smiled, a hint of smugness hidden in his expression: "OK, OK, Mr. Wood, you're in charge!"

At the same time, a smile appeared on Lin Yi's face, and he looked extremely happy.

But the other Manchester City players couldn't accept this outcome, and captain Kompany led the way by surrounding them.

"Are you kidding me, referee? Such an obvious act of injury only warrants a yellow card?"

The referee explained to the Manchester City captain: "Vincent, I'm sorry for Sergio's injury, but this foul only warrants a yellow card. I must remind you, this is the Premier League."

Milner immediately flew into a rage upon hearing this: "You fucking know this is the Premier League? I thought you thought this was the UFC! Are you going to wait until that bastard kills us all before you send him off? Open your eyes and see who that is, that's Joey Barton, don't you know how many criminal records he has?"

Martin Wood proved to be a true champion of "tough football." As a referee consistently ranked among the bottom three in the Premier League for card use, he raised the yellow card high, still holding it up, and warned Milner face-to-face: "Watch your words, gentleman! If I hear another word of dissent from you, I'll send you off the field right now!"

Kompany and Milner were not intimidated by the referee's imposing manner. They remained around Martin Wood and were about to say something when Lin Yi suddenly intervened and stopped them.

Lin pulled Kompany and Milner back to his side, wrapping his arms around them tightly to prevent them from moving.

"Vincent, James, this is great, this is wonderful, isn't it?"

"Lin, what nonsense are you talking about! What's so good about this!" Milner didn't understand Lin Yi's meaning.

Kompany, however, sensed something amiss in Lin's tone: "Lin, don't do anything reckless! Look at the scoreboard, we're still behind!"

Lin Yi loosened his arms and gave the two of them a hard push on their backs.

"Get out of the way, don't interfere with my free kick."

After saying that, Lin Yi ignored the two of them, picked up the soccer ball from the ground, carefully placed it on the penalty spot, stepped on the grass to the left of the soccer ball a few times with his left foot, and then began to back away.

One step, two steps, three steps... Unlike Lin Yi's usual style of short run-up distance when kicking free kicks, this time he retreated a full eight steps.

At this moment, Lin Yi was nearly eight meters away from the football, a distance that inevitably brings to mind Roberto Carlos, the Brazilian team's attacking defender known for his powerful shots.

The Queens Park Rangers players didn't find Lin Yi's actions strange at all; Barton's foul occurred less than a meter outside the penalty area line.

At this distance, it's simply too close for the ball to fly over the wall and into the goal; attempting a powerful shot is the most logical choice.

That being said, the home team players responsible for forming the human wall were still somewhat nervous. They tensed their muscles, one hand covering their chest and the other protecting their groin, including Joey Barton, who was standing in the very center.

Upon hearing the referee's whistle, Lin Yi exhaled a long-held breath of pent-up frustration, looked down at the grass, and began to take small, quick steps forward, soon transitioning to long strides.

As he approached the ball, Lin Yi stomped heavily on the left side of the ball with his left foot, aimed at it with the outside of his right foot, and slammed it down with all his might.

Almost everyone in the room heard a "bang"!

The football, without any spin, hurtled straight towards the wall of players like a cannonball.

Patton's reaction was not slow. Seeing that the shell was coming towards him, he quickly turned around and pulled in his stomach, trying to block it with his back.

However, all of this was in vain; the football was faster than him!

With a muffled thud, the flying soccer ball struck Barton squarely in the stomach. His eyes widened instantly, and his mouth opened but no sound came out.

The legendary Premier League villain, the instigator of Silva and Aguero's injuries, and Queens Park Rangers' on-field captain, Joey Barton, clutched his stomach in pain as if hit by a battering ram, and his legs buckled as he knelt down.

Not far from where Barton knelt, Lin Yi started moving immediately without hesitation. He seemed to have anticipated the direction of the ball's rebound, and just as the ball was about to bounce off the ground, he once again used the outside of his right foot to forcefully strike the ball out.

The football whistled past Barton's scalp, taking a few strands of his hair with it.

Queens Park Rangers goalkeeper Kenny watched helplessly as the ball suddenly burst through the gap in the wall of players.

"Lingooooooooooooooooooal!"

"Goal! Lin's follow-up shot! Two consecutive high-quality shots, Lin has finally helped Manchester City equalize!"

"A bow drawn to its fullest extent, cleaving the sky; a white rainbow pierces the sun, tearing through the heavens! A roar echoes through the forest, shaking the very fabric of the world; amidst a vast army, he seizes the first victory!"

Just as Aguero was being loaded into an ambulance to be taken to a local hospital for treatment, he heard the sound of a goal coming over the ambulance radio. He finally relaxed, no longer forcing himself to stand up, and quietly lay down, muttering, "That bastard!"

David Silva arrived at the hospital before Aguero. He had already finished his X-rays and was watching the game in the VIP lounge. He clapped his hands frantically and kept stomping his uninjured leg on the ground, which drew glares from the nurses.

In contrast, Lin Yi, who scored the goal, didn't react much.

He slowly walked towards Joey Barton, who was still kneeling on the ground, straightened up and stood in front of him, looking down at him with a playful look in his eyes and a contented expression on his face, fully enjoying the other's kneeling worship.

Joey Barton was very dissatisfied with their current position. He struggled to get up, gritted his teeth, and forced a smile despite the sharp pain in his abdomen.

"You little brat, you just wait! You're next!"

Seeing that his opponent could still stand up and continue the game, Lin Yi smiled, a sunny and handsome smile, a smile many times brighter than Patton's.

Lin Yi patted the other person's shoulder in a friendly manner and said slowly, word by word, "It's not over yet."