"Let's look at this play. Kroos carried the ball and passed it to Robben. That was a beautiful pass!"
"Kroos may be very young, but he has an outstanding sense of the bigger picture and the bearing of a general. Of course, Robben's run was excellent as well!"
"Robben carried the ball, beat one defender, then another. As expected of Robben—the Flying Dutchman truly lived up to his name!"
"Fritz came over to provide cover. Robben should pass now—oh, he shoots directly! The shot was too central, and the goalkeeper collected it!"
"That decision was debatable. Passing to Muller just now might have been the better option."
Xu Yang added from the side, "If he had passed to Muller, Muller could have slipped a through ball to Saric. Saric would have been clean through after receiving it, and that could very well have been a goal!"
"It's not over yet—Werder Bremen are counterattacking! De Bruyne! He passes it! He passes the ball to Lin Quan! Lin Quan carries the ball on the counterattack. He's very fast! Lahm steps up to intercept, but he's beaten! Boateng! Oh my God, Boateng was actually sent to the ground! The action happened too quickly for us to see clearly. We can take another look at how Boateng was beaten when the replay comes up. Neuer comes out! He's closed down the angle well. Lin Quan can't keep dribbling—if he does, there'll be no angle! My God, he actually beats Neuer! It's in! 1:0! In the eighth minute of the first half, Werder Bremen's number ten, 16-year-old youngster Lin Quan, scored on his first appearance for the team to open the scoring. If you've only just turned on your television, you may be surprised by this scoreline. Bayern Munich, playing at home, are currently trailing visiting Werder Bremen 0:1. Werder Bremen's scorer is their number ten, a winger who is only 16 years old!"
He Wei was extremely excited. He had been commentating on football for quite some time.
But it had been a long time since he had seen such a dazzling young player.
Xu Yang sighed beside him:
"This Chinese-heritage youngster has truly brought us an enormous surprise and delight. His dribbling and ability to break through were displayed to the fullest in that attack. Even players as strong as Lahm and Boateng were cleanly beaten by him.
Watching him play, I can't help thinking of Barca's number ten, the finest winger in world football today—Leo Messi!"
"Yes, I feel the same way!"
He Wei continued:
"He and Messi should be the same type of player. Neither is tall, both have excellent technique at their feet, superb touch, sharp dribbling, and, coincidentally, both came through La Masia Youth Academy."
Xu Yang joked, "I think Barca's president will be grinning from ear to ear after seeing that goal. That goal alone could probably raise Lin Quan's value by another ten million euros!"
"Heh, given Lin Quan's current age and the ability he has shown, I don't think Barca will let him go easily.
After all, he is nine years younger than Messi. When Messi grows old, he will be perfectly positioned to take over from him!"
Inside Barcelona's club offices, Enrique angrily threw down the remote control.
The goal Lin Quan had scored made his expression turn extremely ugly.
Panic, worry, anger, confusion, and all sorts of other emotions filled his heart.
How could those pigs at Bayern fail to stop a 16-year-old youngster?
Enrique was genuinely starting to panic. He began to regret taking on this hot potato in the first place.
Now things were great. That goal had sent Lin Quan's value soaring, and more and more teams would only start taking an interest in him.
Previously, only one team had come with an offer. Next, a whole pile of teams might come knocking with bids.
But the problem was that his contract negotiations had not been finalized. At a time like this, even if they wanted to sell him for cash, they could not do it!
And when his contract expired, if the club still had not settled things with him and let him leave for free, he would definitely have to take the blame and become the target of the fans' abuse.
The more Enrique thought about it, the worse his mood became.
In the luxury box, Rummenigge and Hoeness looked at each other.
The team was already behind?
It had only been eight minutes!
Neither of them had clearly seen how the goal had gone in. All they saw was that 16-year-old opponent sprinting away in celebration.
Only when the big screen began replaying the goal did they understand what had happened.
After watching it, Hoeness was furious.
He was especially dissatisfied with the team's defense, particularly Boateng's performance. You were Bayern Munich's starting center-back, after all. How could you be sent to the ground so cleanly by a rookie making his first appearance?
Rummenigge, however, was not angry. They were only one goal behind, and there was still plenty of time left. Bayern would definitely equalize.
He said to Guardiola with a smile:
"Congratulations, Coach Guardiola. Your son is already so outstanding at such a young age. His future is likely limitless."
Hearing someone praise his son made Guardiola feel as though he had eaten honey. He was unbearably pleased.
He had long grown tired of hearing others praise him.
But he had no resistance to people praising his children. After all, every parent hoped to see their child succeed!
"Heh, Mr. Chairman, you flatter him. He's still young and has a long road ahead of him. One goal doesn't mean anything!"
"Coach Guardiola is too modest. In all my years of experience, for someone his age to perform like this, he is already among the very best of his peers!"
Rummenigge changed tack and said with a smile:
"But Coach Guardiola has a point. The future of young players is full of uncertainty. If they cannot join a good club and meet a great mentor, their talent and potential may end up being buried."
Guardiola frowned. He felt that there was something more behind Rummenigge's words.
Rummenigge's invitation for him to watch the match at Allianz Arena was indeed not that simple.
"Mr. Chairman, if you have something to say, please say it directly!"
Guardiola did not like playing guessing games, nor was he good at them.
He had always been straightforward. He said whatever was on his mind, and if he wanted to place importance on a player, he would tell him directly.
If he wanted to take away a player's starting position, he would say that directly as well.
Therefore, throughout his managerial career, his relationships with players had not been especially harmonious. This was particularly true during his final years at Bayern, when the Champions League home defeat to Barca was clearly the bitter result of a dressing room that had spiraled out of control.
Seeing that Guardiola had taken the initiative to ask, Rummenigge stopped beating around the bush.
"Mr. Guardiola, we would like to invite you to coach Bayern Munich.
If you agree, we can discuss the partnership in greater detail.
To show our sincerity, we can buy Lin Quan from Barca and bring him to Allianz Arena. At that time, you can personally coach him and help him grow!"
Rummenigge had calculated this well. Inviting Guardiola to coach Bayern was his primary goal.
But if they could buy Lin Quan along the way, that would also be a very worthwhile deal for Bayern.
He had asked Hoeness to look into it. Lin Quan had only signed a youth-team contract with Barca, and his release clause was not high—just five million euros.
Before watching this match, he had been somewhat reluctant to spend five million euros on a 16-year-old player as a welcoming gift.
But now, after seeing Lin Quan's outstanding performance in this match, the last trace of reluctance in Rummenigge's heart had completely vanished.
If five million euros could buy such a young rising star with limitless potential, Bayern would absolutely be getting a bargain.
In fact, if he could continue performing this brilliantly, the club could even consider having him succeed Robben and Ribery, continuing Bayern's traditional strength on the wings.
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