Firmino copied Leo Lin, hurling his whole body forward with him, releasing all the force pent up inside!
After Leo Lin's shot was blocked, Firmino followed it up and buried the rebound. It didn't matter who scored in the end—the outcome was what counted, and that was enough.
Leo Lin sprinted wildly toward the touchline, grabbed Firmino, and pulled him down to the turf. Sitting there together, he turned to face the Liverpool supporters once again and performed his signature clasped-fists celebration with both hands.
This time, some Liverpool fans already knew what was coming. They actually started copying the fist-clasping gesture themselves, doing it with surprising accuracy.
In the Premier League broadcast booth, the Liverpool commentators instantly went berserk. If Neville hadn't held them back, the two of them might have climbed onto the desk and started dancing right there.
Gerrard's roar thundered through the studio.
"GGGOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!!!!!"
"It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in!!!!!"
"Liverpool have taken the lead!"
"Reigning supreme!!!"
"Super sub Lin!"
"He embodies Liverpool's refusal to bow their heads!"
"He represents the unbreakable soul of Liverpool!"
"He carries the hopes of countless Liverpool fans!"
"Bearing the weight of expectation yet staying calm, converting the chance with ice-cold composure!"
"He's young, but Lin shows astonishing poise. He gives me hope!"
Gerrard spared no praise for Leo Lin, while Didier Drogba beside him was so excited he was practically dancing.
One by one, Liverpool players rushed over, leaping onto Leo Lin and congratulating him.
Live stream chat exploded.
"Is there a better debut than this? A substitute appearance that helps turn the game around—this is cinema! Lin is born for greatness!"
"Thank you, Foxes! Thank you, Leicester City, for not meeting Leo Lin's appearance demands and handing such a treasure to Liverpool!"
"My god, that kid's shot was pure violence—absolutely savage!"
On the sidelines, Klopp and Krawietz watched Leo Lin help the team take the lead. Klopp celebrated wildly, punching the air three times in a row.
After the initial excitement, Krawietz suddenly added with a touch of calm,
"The clasped-hands celebration looks cool, but that self-destructive wind-up beforehand really needs changing."
"If he celebrates like that every time he scores, Lin's backside is going to be wrecked sooner or later."
In the commentary booth, Jon Champion was still replaying the goal when Jim Beglin, after studying it closely, spoke up.
"Fans, those of you who know football well may have already noticed—Leo Lin plays as a textbook all-around midfielder."
"This is a role modern football increasingly demands, and it's extremely difficult to play."
"To perform it well requires exceptionally high and well-rounded qualities."
"You have to show your attacking ability when the team needs goals, and appear in exactly the right defensive positions when the team needs protection. That's when midfield play truly becomes an art."
"Genuine all-around midfielders among active players are incredibly rare, and there's a clear gap in the current generation."
As the tactical analyst, Jim Beglin took the opportunity to give the audience deeper insight.
On the pitch, Liverpool finished celebrating and play resumed.
With little time left, Watford threw everything forward, desperate to equalize and snatch a point.
But in midfield, Leo Lin stood firm, absorbing wave after wave of attacks from Watford's midfield.
For the first time, Watford's midfield felt such overwhelming resistance. Against any previous opponent, they had always relied on physical dominance to gain the upper hand.
Yet in this match, against a young player, their greatest strength had turned into their greatest weakness.
Time ticked away rapidly. Watford grew more and more anxious, but every time they looked at Leo Lin, all they felt was helplessness.
Finally, under the eager gaze of every Liverpool supporter, the referee raised his whistle to his lips.
"Beep."
"Beep."
"Beep!!!"
Jon Champion's excited voice rang out.
"Full-time! Full-time!"
"Liverpool grind out a hard-fought win over Watford. They may not have fully found their league rhythm yet this season, but the important thing is they've taken all three points!"
With the victory secured, the system awarded points once again. On top of that, due to his outstanding performance, Leo Lin received an additional fifty percent bonus.
Leo Lin was over the moon. Adding the points from this match to his debut rewards, he was now closer than ever to unlocking his next skill.
As the final whistle sounded, Leo Lin roared in celebration.
A debut goal, strong performances on both ends of the pitch, and a key role in the comeback—how important this win was needed no explanation.
Leo Lin was certain he had already left a deep impression on Klopp and the Liverpool fans through sheer ability.
While celebrating, Leo Lin caught sight of Cleverley striding toward him with an imposing air, his solid frame cutting across the grass.
Thinking back to everything he'd just done to Cleverley during the match, it was hard not to suspect the man was coming over to pick a fight.
Firmino sensed something was off as well and moved to stand beside Leo Lin.
"Lin!" The deep, booming voice matched Leo Lin's impression of Cleverley perfectly.
"Can we swap shirts?" The same voice suddenly softened, tinged with a hint of shyness.
The summer breeze drifting past seemed oddly pink and gentle, completely at odds with Leo Lin's image of Cleverley.
"Of course." Leo Lin took off his shirt and exchanged it with him.
Not only was Cleverley not angry, he seemed to respect Leo Lin even more. He genuinely admired this kind of real man.
At the post-match press conference, Leo Lin—named Man of the Match—attended alongside head coach Klopp.
Facing the assembled reporters, Klopp didn't hold back his praise.
"I honestly can't remember the last time a young player made my blood boil like this."
"And today, another immensely talented youngster has shown his ability on the Premier League stage."
"This is a milestone moment."
His teammates had already been lying in wait backstage. They suddenly burst out, rushing over to congratulate Leo Lin, ruffling his hair and thumping his back and chest.
Cameras clicked furiously as reporters captured this historic moment.
Laughing loudly, Leo Lin wrapped his arms around the teammates who came to celebrate with him. He could feel himself truly becoming part of this family.
In the age of new media, short videos had become the fastest way to generate massive attention.
With the buzz surrounding Leo Lin, major short-video platforms naturally weren't going to miss out.
The FA quickly released a highlight clip to draw traffic. After much deliberation, they finally settled on a title that perfectly matched Leo Lin's performance:
"Football's Golden Boy!"