"Whoosh!!!"
"OMG!!!!!"
"GGGGGGOOOOOAAAALLLLL!!!!!!!!"
"It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in!"
"Lin!!!"
"Liverpool's Lin!!! He's scored the winner!!!"
"An outrageous lob!!!!"
"Liverpool finally turn it around, the score is now 3–2!"
On the touchline, Valverde lashed out and sent his water bottle exploding.
"Fuck!!!!!"
The broadcast immediately caught the moment. Without question, this was a result Barcelona simply could not accept.
"What a shame! Barcelona had been leading for so long, and just thirty minutes ago they were still up 2–1!"
"And yet thirty minutes later, Liverpool have overturned it to lead 3–2, holding a one-goal advantage!"
"With the second leg heading to Camp Nou, Liverpool now have far more tactical options at their disposal!"
The instant the ball crossed the line, Leo Lin went berserk, sprinting straight toward the sideline in celebration.
He launched himself into the Liverpool supporters' section, letting countless hands pound his shoulders.
Lifted high on the fans' shoulders, Leo Lin looked out at the sea of faces, twisted with unrestrained joy, and felt power surge through his entire body.
He beat his chest again and again.
The Liverpool crest.
The Liverpool crest, displayed to the entire world.
One by one, his teammates rushed over, leaping into the stands to jump and celebrate together with the fans.
"Absolutely perfect! From Liverpool, this has been a thrilling, all-out performance!"
"They've shown their full strength, turned the match around, and locked it in at 3–2!"
"There's almost no time left. Once play resumes, the referee will likely blow for full time very soon. Barcelona have no chance to equalize now."
Jim Beglin watched the Liverpool players celebrating wildly and couldn't help but sigh.
"No one could have imagined this result before the match. Countless fans predicted a Barcelona victory."
"After all, they have world-class players like Messi and Suarez. On paper, their squad looked stronger."
"But this win proves once again that the Champions League is the Champions League. Anything can happen here. It's a stage where dark horses and miracles are born."
Leo Lin celebrated for a long while before finally breaking free from the Liverpool end.
The referee blew his whistle repeatedly, urging Liverpool's players to return to their own half.
The camera panned across the faces of the Barcelona fans in the away section, filled with frustration and anger.
Once play restarted, there was barely any time left.
Liverpool slowed the tempo and kept things under control. Barcelona tried to force something with long passes, but nothing came of it.
Then came three final blasts of the whistle. The first leg of the Champions League Round of 16 was over.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that brings the first leg of the Champions League Round of 16 to a close."
"Liverpool edge past Barcelona 3–2 at Anfield. Leo Lin once again delivers a standout performance, making life miserable for the declining Busquets!"
"It looks like Leo Lin has found a way to target Barcelona's midfield."
The broadcast lingered on Leo Lin, the undisputed Man of the Match.
Back in the dressing room, Klopp didn't celebrate. Instead, he gathered the players and spoke calmly.
"Remember this, lads."
"This is a two-legged tie. The aggregate score is 3–2, but the second leg is at Camp Nou, Barcelona's fortress. We cannot afford to relax."
"Everyone gets two days off, tomorrow and the day after. Then it's back to the club to train hard and prepare for the upcoming league matches."
"Step by step, we'll reach the final destination."
"Come on, lads!"
The players applauded, then dispersed.
Barnett was already waiting outside in his beloved car, ready to head home with Leo Lin.
"Let's go. Tonight, we're doing something big."
When Barnett talked about doing something big, all sorts of images flashed through Leo Lin's mind: sneaking into a rival agent's house for an assassination, or helping Barnett's agency clean up internal trouble.
Instead, Barnett drove him to one of his many mansions.
"I've got too many houses. When I was younger, I made too much money and didn't know what to do with it, so I spent most of it buying property."
"This place has been empty for ages. How about this? I'll sell it to you cheap. You need a place anyway."
Leo Lin thought it sounded perfectly reasonable.
"How much did you pay for it?"
Barnett thought for a moment. It had been a long time.
"I don't really remember. But its current market value is about two million pounds. If you want it, I can let it go at a discount."
Of course Leo Lin wanted it. This mansion was leagues above where he'd been living.
"Since we're old friends, I'll make a bold offer."
"Two hundred thousand."
The moment he named his price, the atmosphere froze.
"Wha…"
"How much?"
Barnett thought he'd heard wrong.
"Two hundred thousand. You're getting old. If your hearing's gone bad, you should go get it checked."
Barnett exploded.
"I'll smack you!"
"You're trying to fleece me, right to my face?"
"Do you know who I am? I'm Barnett, the boss of a major agency!"
"A two-million-pound house, and you want me to sell it to you for two hundred grand?"
"No chance!"
Rejected, Leo Lin doubled down. He haggled like a madman, throwing everything he had at Barnett: thick skin, shameless persistence, and a silver tongue that just wouldn't stop. He talked until Barnett was sweating all over.
Only then did Barnett realize something terrifying. The true demon of negotiation wasn't him at all. The guy in front of him hadn't just learned Barnett's tricks. He'd absorbed them, refined them, and created his own supreme version.
In the end, Barnett gave in, willingly letting Leo Lin squeeze him.
To be fair, Barnett hadn't planned to sell it for much anyway. He'd bought the place cheaply when he was young, and Leo Lin was his core star player. Selling him a house at a bargain price was nothing.
In the end, Leo Lin bought the mansion for £800,000, successfully taking it off Barnett's hands.
After the purchase, Leo Lin immediately hired a cleaning crew to scrub the massive place from top to bottom.
He then brought in professional gardeners to tidy up the grounds. He just wanted to move in as soon as possible. Having a home gave a person a much stronger sense of belonging.
To show his gratitude, Leo Lin hosted a dinner that night and treated Barnett to a proper feast.
Barnett didn't hold back, ordering several bottles of expensive red wine. Anything he couldn't finish, he packed up and took home.
The value of this old-and-young duo just keeps rising.