Bayern Chairman Moved, Wants to Spend Money to Buy People!

"Let's take a look at this play—Kroos has the ball, passes it to Robben, what a beautiful pass!"

"Kroos, this player—don't let his youth fool you, his overall vision is outstanding, with the bearing of a true general. Of course, Robben's run here was also brilliant!"

"Robben dribbles, gets past one defender, then another—truly worthy of the Flying Dutchman, his reputation is well-earned!"

"Fritz comes over to help defend, Robben should pass now—ah, he shoots directly! The shot is too central, and the goalkeeper collects it!"

"This decision could be debated; passing to Muller might have been a better option."

Xu Yang added from the side, "If he'd passed to Muller, Muller could've slipped a through ball to Saric, and Saric would've been one-on-one with the keeper—that likely would've been a goal!"

"It's not over yet—Werder Bremen's counterattack!

De Bruyne!

He passes, he sends the ball to Lin Quan!

Lin Quan dribbles on the counter, he's very fast—Lahm steps up to intercept, but gets beaten!

Boateng!

My god, Boateng was actually shaken off his feet!

The play was too fast for the cameras to catch clearly; we'll have to check the replay to see how Boateng got knocked down.

Neuer comes out, good positioning to cut off the angle—he can't keep dribbling, there's no room left!

My god, he actually got past Neuer!

It's in!

1-0!

In the eighth minute of the first half, Werder Bremen's number 10 youngster Lin Quan, making his debut for the team, scores a goal to break the deadlock.

If you've just turned on your TV, this scoreline might surprise you.

Currently, the home side Bayern Munich trails 0-1 against the visitors Werder Bremen, with the goal scored by their number 10, a 16-year-old winger!"

He Wei was visibly excited—he'd been commentating for quite a while now.

But it had been a long time since he'd seen a young player this stunning.

Xu Yang sighed in admiration as well:

"This Chinese-heritage youngster has truly brought us a huge surprise and delight. His dribbling and breakthrough ability were on full display in that attack—even the likes of Lahm and Boateng were cleanly beaten by him.

Watching him play, I can't help but think of Barcelona's number 10, the best winger in today's football world—Leo Messi!"

"Yes, I feel the same way!"

He Wei picked up the thread:

"He and Messi seem to belong to the same type of player—not tall, excellent footwork, incredible touch, sharp dribbling, and coincidentally, both came through La Masia Youth Academy."

Xu Yang joked, "I think Barcelona's chairman, seeing this goal, would be grinning from ear to ear—just this one goal alone might boost Lin Quan's value by another 10 million euros!"

"Heh, given Lin Quan's current age and the strength he's shown, I doubt Barcelona would sell him off easily.

After all, there's a nine-year age gap between him and Messi—by the time Messi ages out, he'll be the perfect successor."

Inside Barcelona's club, Enrique angrily threw the remote control.

Lin Quan's goal had turned his face ashen.

Panic, worry, anger, confusion—all kinds of emotions churned in his heart.

Those pigs at Bayern—how could they fail to stop a 16-year-old kid?

Enrique was genuinely starting to panic, and he began to regret ever taking on this hot potato.

Now this goal had sent Lin Quan's value skyrocketing, and more and more clubs would be eyeing him.

Before, only one team had made an offer; now, a flood of bids was likely coming.

But the problem was, his contract hadn't been settled yet—at this point, even trying to sell him for cash was impossible!

And if his contract expired and the team still hadn't locked him down, letting him leave on a free transfer, he'd definitely take the blame and become the target of fans' fury.

The thought alone left Enrique in a foul mood.

In the luxury box, Rummenigge and Hoeness exchanged glances.

Their team was already trailing?

It had only been eight minutes!

Neither of them had clearly seen how the goal went in—they only caught the 16-year-old opponent sprinting off in celebration.

It wasn't until the big screen replayed the goal that they figured out what had happened.

After watching, Hoeness was fuming.

He was deeply dissatisfied with his team's defense, especially Boateng's performance—how could a starting center-back for Bayern Munich be so cleanly shaken off by a rookie making his debut?

Rummenigge wasn't angry—just one goal down, and with plenty of time left in the match, Bayern would definitely equalize.

He said to Guardiola with a smile:

"Congratulations, Coach Guardiola. Your son is so young and already this outstanding. His future prospects are surely limitless."

Hearing the other man praise his son, Guardiola felt as sweet as if he'd eaten honey.

He was long tired of hearing praise for himself.

But when it came to praise for his child, he had no immunity—after all, every parent hopes their child will excel!

"Ha, you flatter me, Chairman. He's still young, with a long road ahead. One goal doesn't mean much!"

"Coach Guardiola is too modest. In all my years of experience, to perform like this at his age, he's already among the best of his peers!"

Rummenigge shifted the topic and said with a sly smile:

"But you do have a point, Coach. A young player's future is full of uncertainty. If he doesn't join a good club or find a great mentor, his talent and potential might just go to waste."

Guardiola frowned, sensing there was more to the other man's words.

Rummenigge inviting him to watch the game at the Allianz Arena clearly wasn't that simple.

"Chairman, if you have something to say, please speak plainly."

Guardiola didn't like playing guessing games, nor was he good at it.

He was always straightforward—if he wanted to give a player more playing time, he'd tell him directly.

If he was going to bench someone, he'd say it outright.

As a result, his relationships with players weren't always smooth, especially in his final years at Bayern. The Champions League home loss to Barca was clearly the fallout of a locker room that had slipped out of control.

Seeing Guardiola take the initiative to ask, Rummenigge dropped the pretense.

"Mr. Guardiola, we'd like to invite you to coach Bayern Munich.

If you agree, we can discuss the details of our collaboration further.

As a show of sincerity, we can buy Lin Quan from Barca and bring him to the Allianz Arena. Then you can train him yourself and help him grow!"

Rummenigge's plan was well thought out—inviting Guardiola to coach Bayern was his main goal.

But if he could also snag Lin Quan in the process, it would be a very worthwhile deal for Bayern.

He'd had Hoeness look into it: Lin Quan was still on a youth contract with Barca, and the buyout clause wasn't high—only 5 million euros.

Before watching this match, he'd been somewhat reluctant to spend 5 million on a 16-year-old as a gift.

But now, after seeing Lin Quan's outstanding performance in this game, that reluctance had completely vanished.

If 5 million could buy such a young, promising star with limitless potential, it would be a steal for Bayern.

And if he kept playing like this, the team could even consider him as the successor to Robben and Ribery, maintaining Bayern's traditional edge on the wings.