After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

After the team bus arrived at the club, Nagelsmann did not delay for a moment, and did not even let everyone go to the locker room to put down their luggage. He personally led Yan Yuan to the medical center inside the base.

He's very anxious right now, extremely anxious.

"Urgent," Nagelsmann said to Marcus, the medical director who came to greet him.

"Arrange a full-scale examination for Yan, focusing on his chest and abdomen, as well as the right rib where he was injured. I need the fastest and most comprehensive report." His tone left no room for doubt. Although he tried his best to keep his face calm, his slightly tense jawline betrayed his anxiety.

That collision with Yan Yuan was too fierce, and Na Shuai's heart was constantly in suspense until the consequences were clear.

Yan Yuan was led into a well-organized and brightly lit examination room.

At the doctor's instruction, he took off his shirt, revealing a shocking bruise on his ribs.

The bruise was on his right rib near the middle, the skin a mottled mix of deep purple, dark red and yellow, swollen and with irregular edges.

The doctor carefully guided him to move in front of the various instruments, using gentle movements.

First, an X-ray scan of the bones was performed, followed by an MRI.

Every time the cold, oppressive sensation touched that bruise, the sharp pain would cause Yan Yuan to subconsciously furrow his brow and inhale.

The doctor used his sterile gloved fingers to very carefully press and examine the ribs and ask about the nature of the pain without touching the center of the bruise.

Yan Yuan told him the truth: "Sir, especially when I inhale forcefully, my ribs feel a dull pain, but I can still take a deep breath without suffocating."

Coughing hurts, but not unbearably; pressing on it causes a clear, dull pain, without radiating pain or numbness.

After a lengthy examination, comes the anxious wait for the results.

Although the time was not very long, Nash sat in the chair opposite Dr. Marcus's desk, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knee.

He had never been in such a hurry before.

Marcus stared intently at the computer screen, zooming in on the complex tomographic images and analyzing them frame by frame.

Finally, he let out a long breath, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face.

"Julian," Marcus said to Nagelsmann, pulling up the final report and pointing to the screen.

"Fortunately, the kid's bones are fine. X-rays, CT scans, and MRIs all confirmed that his ninth and tenth ribs are perfectly intact, and there is no dislocation or contusion in his joints."

Nagelsmann's shoulder visibly relaxed by half an inch: "Then this injury..."

"It's mainly intercostal muscle, superficial subcutaneous tissue contusion, and subcutaneous hemorrhage," Marcus explained. "You can see the bruising; it's quite serious. It's soft tissue damage and capillary rupture caused by this impact. This kind of injury looks scary and really hurts, but it's essentially a superficial injury."

He pulled up an image of an organizational structure.

"The MRI showed some edema in the deep muscle bundles and tiny local tears, but the area was very limited and did not affect any organs or important nerves. It just needs time to absorb the blood clots, reduce the swelling, and recover."

Then, Marcus turned to Yan Yuan and said, "Young man, take a deep breath and try to hold it for a few seconds."

Yan Yuan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and held it in.

"Very good," the doctor nodded. "Your lung expansion is not restricted, and you are not experiencing shortness of breath, which indicates that your diaphragm and respiratory muscles are not significantly affected. This is the clearest indication."

He closed the electronic medical record and continued to Nagelsmann: "The diagnosis is: soft tissue contusion, with an expected recovery period of 7-10 days, which may vary depending on the individual."

However, training volume must be strictly controlled for the next few days, with a complete rest for several days, focusing only on non-contact recovery activities.

Nagelsmann's tense face finally melted away, and he even revealed an almost radiant smile.

He abruptly stood up, strode over to Yan Yuan, avoiding the glaring bruise, and gently squeezed Yan Yuan's shoulders with both hands. "That's great! You little rascal, you scared us to death! It's good that you're alright! Did you hear what the doctor said? Get some rest! These next few days, your only task is to be a quiet, mascot!"

The ease and joy in Nash's tone were something he hadn't felt since the victory; it was a deeper kind of relief, like something lost and then regained.

This feeling of relief and joy struck him more deeply than the 5-0 victory itself.

The news that Yan Yuan was alright spread like wildfire throughout the entire team.

The atmosphere in the weight room and training ground was much more relaxed in the afternoon.

Yan Yuan was wearing a loose training jacket today, and he didn't even dare to button it all up.

Having just finished an extremely simple "recovery workout" consisting only of slow walking and light stretching, I'm sitting in the corner of the equipment area watching everyone sweating profusely.

"Hey! Hero!" Gnabry swaggered over, sweating profusely, after a sprint and shuttle run, a wicked grin on his face. "I heard someone's bones are so hard they numb the legs of Spartacus's villain?"

He intended to nudge Yan Yuan lightly with his elbow as usual, but halfway through his outstretched hand, it veered off course and symbolically "smacked" Yan Yuan's left arm.

"How are you? Still wincing in pain? Old Marcus said you'd be a model for a few days, showing us an art exhibition of bruises on the human body?"

"Get lost," Yan Yuan retorted with a laugh, but didn't dare to make any big moves. "The tickets to my bruise art exhibition are too expensive, you can't afford them. I'm much better now, but I can't laugh too hard, and I can't let an idiot like you bump into me."

"Hahahahahaha..." Gnabry burst into laughter upon hearing Yan Yuan's words.

Schulz also came over, and the honest left-back seemed even more nervous: "Tsk tsk, Yan, looks really serious... Does he seem to be having breathing problems? Be careful when you sleep tonight, you can use a soft pillow to lean against it gently."

Vogt finished his strength training, wiped his sweat with a towel, gave Yan Yuan a serious look, and nodded steadily without any unnecessary jokes: "Yan, Marcus is experienced. Follow his instructions. If you need anything or if there's anything inconvenient for you to do, just let me know."

He patted the side of his muscular chest and pointed to Yan Yuan's right rib area: "Don't underestimate this injury; you must protect it."

Bowman joined in, yelling, "Hey! Yan! Next time that jerk's ten meters away, I'll rush out and yell at him! I guarantee it'll scare him to death! Take a good rest these next few days! Don't worry about training!"

The teammates' concern, expressed in a chorus of words, was full of kindness and warmth, and that sense of collective spirit was amplified even more after the injury was confirmed to be cured.

Everyone deliberately avoided the injured area, and their actions and communications were carried with a tacit understanding and caution. This subtle consideration made Yan Yuan feel particularly warm.

After training, Yan Yuan returned to his apartment room.

The dull pain in his body reminded him that he should let his parents know he was safe; they must have watched his game.

He made a video call.

The father's face appeared on the screen almost immediately after the alarm rang, against a background of warm yellow light from the bedside lamp in the bedroom.

The mother immediately came over, both of them with undisguised anxiety on their faces and heavy eye bags.

"Son! You're back in Germany? How are you feeling?" Yan's father's voice was hoarse with urgency.

"Son, are the test results in?" Yan's mother's voice rang out almost simultaneously, her eyes seeming a little red.

Yan Yuan quickly flashed a big smile, straightening his back as much as possible to appear energetic:

"Dad, Mom, don't worry! We've arrived at the base and finished the check-ups, just now. Everything's fine! Really!"

He zoomed out with his phone camera, first taking a picture of his face, then slowly and carefully showing off the bulge in his right rib area that was visible even through his clothes.

"Look, there's a big bruise on the surface of the skin. The doctor said it's a soft tissue contusion. We took more than a dozen X-rays. The bones are perfectly fine, like they're made of iron. There's nothing wrong with the internal organs, and the breathing is normal! It just looks scary and hurts a little when you touch it."

As he spoke, he used his phone to screenshot key pages from Dr. Feldman's electronic summary report and sent them to the family chat group: "The report is in the group. Look, these are the conclusions. The doctor said it will take at most ten days to two weeks, without leaving a single trace!"

On the screen, Yan's parents' tense shoulders visibly relaxed.

Yan's father let out a long sigh of relief and repeatedly zoomed in on the image to look at the key diagnostic conclusions.

Mother Yan gently patted her chest, her eyes reddening even more, this time with a relieved sense of relief: "Thank God... Thank goodness... It's alright... It's alright... Watching that video almost scared the soul out of me..."

She leaned closer to the screen to carefully examine her son's complexion. "Does the bruise hurt a lot? Be careful, avoid getting it wet, and make sure you don't bump into anything again. What do you want to eat? Mom will look up some dietary supplements for you. Pork liver and spinach are good for replenishing blood. Do you want me to send you some food?"

Yan Yuan reassured his mother again, assuring her that he was alright.

Yan's father shifted his gaze from the report on the screen back to his son's face, his expression one of satisfaction. He began to emphasize his experience as a veteran football fan to his son:

"It's good that you're alright. Thank goodness. Kid, bones and internal organs are the most important things. You football players especially need to take care of your bodies."

His tone became more serious, carrying a heavy weight, "This incident should serve as a wake-up call for you. Playing football is good, and intense competition is inevitable, but protecting yourself is the top priority! Especially when the opponent is trailing by a large margin!"

He seemed to be recalling his own experiences watching football back in the day, and also drawing lessons from his son's recent ordeal:

"Especially those opponents who are eager to tie or catch up, seeing no hope of victory and being humiliated too much, are prone to losing their composure and becoming angry! Spartacus is a typical example!"

Remember this, son: when playing football, make sure you take all the necessary protective actions! Be more decisive when passing the ball! If you sense a malicious foul coming, either dodge it or get the ball away first; never try to tank it like you did this time!

Even a card and suspension are better than a serious injury! Your body is your foundation for playing football, remember that?

The father's words were earnest and resounding, expressing both his heartache for his child and his realistic wisdom on the field.

Yan Yuan looked at his father's worried yet earnest face on the screen, nodded seriously, and said solemnly, "Dad, Mom, don't worry, I've remembered it. I've really learned my lesson this time. In the future, I will be extra careful in situations like this and protect myself. Don't worry, I'm really fine! The doctor said I'll be lively and energetic again in a few days!"

After reassuring his parents, Yan Yuan hung up the video call, and the apartment returned to silence.

Outside the window, the streetscape of Hoffenheim was shrouded in twilight. The streetlights came on, and Yan Yuan fell asleep on his uninjured side.

He slept very soundly.

……

Yan Yuan fell asleep, but the five major European football leagues couldn't sleep.

The blazing fire this 17-year-old has ignited in this season's Champions League has kept too many people up at night.

A staggering number of shots on goal in the Champions League is spreading throughout European football: [10]

Let's take a look at the latest top scorers list:

• 1. Yan Yuan (Hoffenheim): 8 goals (group stage) / 10 goals (including qualifiers)

• 2. Cristiano Ronaldo (Real Madrid): 7 goals

• 3. Edin Dzeko (Roma): 6 goals

...

Cristiano Ronaldo, the legendary goal-scoring machine, is now ranked second on the list, while top strikers like Edin Dzeko can only rank third.

Ahead of them was a 17-year-old boy from Hoffenheim, a mid-table German club, who was making his first appearance on the Champions League group stage and whose face still looked a bit childish!

This is more than just a supernova! This is an explosion like a comet hitting Earth!

The fan forums instantly erupted, with heated exchanges taking place in various languages.

"My God! 17 years old, 10 goals in four Champions League matches?! I couldn't even get a starting spot on my high school team when I was 17!" one fan exclaimed.

[Calm down! Look at Hoffenheim's group, Sevilla... their form this year is really confusing, right? Spartak Moscow? They have very limited Champions League experience, this is definitely one of the weakest groups in history! Yan Yuan is good, but these stats are a bit 'watered down'! He's probably a system player!] The questioning fans immediately retorted, believing that Yan Yuan's goals lacked merit and were too inflated.

"Water? Take another look at the video. Is a hat-trick so easy to get? Isn't a two-goal away game against Liverpool a tough one? A 17-year-old can consistently deliver at this intensity, and you're telling me it's luck? System player? Tell me, which system can produce this kind of attacking efficiency in the Champions League?!" another fan retorted.

[I think you've overlooked a crucial point: he's only 17! Can such terrifying physical attributes, goal-scoring instinct, shooting accuracy, and composure under pressure be developed by any system? The Golden Boy award is a foregone conclusion this year; the question now is, how long can Hoffenheim, this small club, keep this kid?] Some have already envisioned Yan Yuan's even brighter future.

[That's right, and he's also of English-Chinese descent! With English citizenship and the Chinese market, the Premier League giants must be going crazy!]

[@Manchester United, @Manchester City, @Chelsea, @Arsenal... What are you waiting for? Winter transfer window! Spend money! Buy the cornerstones of the next decade!] Enthusiastic Premier League fans have already started offering suggestions.

Some Ligue 1 fans are still "whipping" PSG's corpse:

[I heard you let this kid go for free? First Coman, now Yan Yuan, well done, your youth training department is something else.]

At this moment, in London, Manchester, Munich, Madrid, Milan... the scouting and analysis departments of many top clubs are keeping their lights on all night.

The giant screen repeatedly played the same image: Yan Yuan's clean and decisive ball control, his lightning-fast start, his calm and ruthless shot, and the scene of him being tackled after completing his hat-trick at Spartak Moscow.

With each playback of the video, the burning light in the scouts' eyes intensified.

Yan Yuan's personal data reports were rapidly circulating among top clubs:

Transfer target: Yan Yuan

Nationality: England

Position: Right winger

Club: Hoffenheim

Age: 17 years and 188 days

Champions League goals this season: 10 (including 2 goals in the qualifiers)

Group stage goals: 8 (currently leading the Champions League top scorer list)

Potential rating: High potential

Core value assessment: Exceptionally high ball intelligence, top-notch awareness, perfect combination of overall vision and technique, emerging attributes for big games, huge age advantage, and enormous market value.

Latest market value on Transfermarkt: €7100 million

...

Manchester United's sporting director wrote emphatically in his private notes: "Explosive talent, basically surpassing all other talents of his age. Top-notch football IQ and ball control, but needs to improve his physical strength and aerial ability. His physical recovery ability needs further observation. He has become a top priority target for the winter transfer window."

In Bayern's offices, the bigwigs were debating: "Although this kid doesn't have a German passport, he's currently growing up in Germany. Could he come to Bayern in the future? Could he be naturalized for the German national team? His awareness and technical characteristics could definitely be integrated."

But Hoffenheim and we are in the same league... We need to be cautious in our approach to avoid damaging the relationship, maintain high-intensity monitoring, and if there are any changes in the winter transfer window, we must join the competition.

Discussions have also erupted within Arsenal: "He has a flamboyant style, is intelligent, possesses a killer instinct, is the kind of talented player that the manager loves most, fits the technical style of play, is young, has the potential to grow into a core player, and has an English passport. We need to be prepared to compete with other top clubs for him."

Chelsea's attention was drawn more to his efficiency: "A highly efficient scorer with excellent vision, who can deliver without needing much possession, meets the owner's requirements for a winning machine, has huge commercial value, and we have our checkbook ready."

Not only the Premier League giants, but also Serie A's Juventus and the two Milan clubs, and even super teams like Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​which usually focus on bigger stars, were all awestruck by this dazzling star power.

They began adjusting their watchlist, devoting considerable resources to tracking and analyzing the "Horson phenomenon."

Club representatives and super agents have already begun preparations, and networks of relationships are being rapidly activated.

A consensus gradually formed amidst these undercurrents: if Yan Yuan could successfully recover his body and maintain this explosive form until the winter transfer window opened this year…

Therefore, these football hunters all over Europe will definitely not let go of this 17-year-old prodigy from Hoffenheim.

He will become the focus of attention in European football this winter.