The Grand Slam, The Whole Audience Stands (Seeking Collection and Recommendation)

"Dembele has delivered a cross of exceptional quality!"

"Look at Griezmann, ah, the ball sailed right over his head; he didn't manage to make contact!"

"My god, it's at the back post!"

Li Mingyu, positioned at the back post, soared into the air like a roc spreading its wings. Unmarked, he tucked his waist, snapped his neck, and delivered a powerful header, driving the ball straight into the top corner of the net.

The Sevilla goalkeeper had stretched his body to the absolute limit, fingers straining to reach the shot, but by the time his hand arrived, the ball was already buried in the goal.

The entire Ramon Sanchez Pizjuan Stadium fell into a deathly silence, as if someone had hit the pause button.

Every fan stared with horrified eyes at the young man celebrating wildly.

"Li!------"

Too strong. They had never seen such a formidable newcomer.

Two consecutive matches, two hat-tricks.

A terrifying young man.

Li Mingyu was swarmed by his Barca teammates, who subjected him to the usual friendly ritual of hair-ruffling, shoulder-slapping, and butt-kicking.

Damn it, stop kicking my ass!

On the sidelines, the two managers presented a stark contrast.

Barca manager Koeman celebrated with a stylish knee-slide, as if he had scored the goal himself.

Heaven was truly favoring him, gifting him such a brilliant player; even Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo in their debut days didn't have such terrifying scoring efficiency!

Sevilla manager Lopetegui had long since abandoned the composure he held in the first half, pacing like an enraged lion.

During halftime, he had repeatedly warned his team to keep a close eye on the opponent's number 36, Li.

Yet, they still allowed the opponent such an easy chance to score.

Watching Li Mingyu surrounded by the crowd, Lopetegui offered a bitter smile. Damn Barca, is heaven favoring them too much? How could they get another player this good? Is La Liga going to be dominated by Barca once again?

1-4, Sevilla was trailing by three goals on their home turf.

After the initial shock, the fans at Ramon Sanchez Pizjuan Stadium began to roar once more.

Cheering for their own team—win without arrogance, lose without discouragement—that is what true fans do.

But in the eyes of these supporters, that number 36 from Barca was simply too terrifying.

A hat-trick; many players go their entire careers without ever scoring one, yet this kid had played two games and already had two hat-tricks. It was simply horrifying.

After the restart, Sevilla completely let go of their inhibitions. They were already down by three goals, what was there left to fear?

Sevilla began a frantic assault on Barca.

However, Barca's strategy for the second half was defensive counter-attacking, so Sevilla's offensive pressure played right into their hands.

One failed attempt after another, followed by desperate long-range shots, signaled that the Sevilla players had lost their composure.

75th minute of the second half.

Seeing that Li Mingyu was running out of steam, the manager signaled for Pedri to warm up, preparing for a substitution.

Li Mingyu also noticed the substitution on the sidelines and prepared to leave the pitch once the ball went dead.

Just then, a Sevilla error in the final third sent the ball straight to a Barca player's feet.

In an instant, the transition from defense to attack began.

Almost all of the Sevilla players had pushed forward.

Li Mingyu was standing inside his own half near the center circle. Seeing the situation, he felt a spark of inspiration and began to accelerate.

The moment Li Mingyu took off, De Jong, who was receiving the ball with his back to the opponent's goal, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He spun 180 degrees and sent a ghostly pass that dropped perfectly into the opponent's half.

Everyone's eyes followed the ball.

Sevilla's half was empty. Li Mingyu sprinted toward the falling ball like a wild horse breaking its tether.

A Sevilla defender chased desperately behind him.

Although Li Mingyu's stamina was reaching its limit, he relied on sheer willpower, his legs moving mechanically, leaving the defender behind to watch in despair.

The opposing goalkeeper had long since left his penalty area, playing very high up. Now, he faced a dilemma: rush forward to clear the ball, or retreat into the box to wait for the defender to catch up and protect the goal.

Just as the keeper hesitated, Li Mingyu made the decision for him.

The moment Li Mingyu caught up to the ball, he chipped it directly over the goalkeeper's head and into the net.

The opposing goalkeeper slumped to the ground.

Thank you for making the choice for me!

Damn it!

Li Mingyu had exhausted all his energy in those few strides. As he watched the ball drop into the net, he felt a cramp in his calf and collapsed onto his back.

Griezmann, being the closest, saw Li Mingyu fall and, fearing he was injured, rushed over.

"Li, are you okay?"

Li Mingyu grimaced and hissed, "Cramp!"

Griezmann watched Li Mingyu's twitching form with a relaxed expression; at this point, the team could not afford any more injuries.

Especially not a speedster like Li Mingyu, who was capable of storming the gates and scoring at will.

On the sidelines, Koeman was nearly scared to death. Seeing Li Mingyu collapse, he didn't even wait for the referee's permission before waving his hand, and the team doctor, who had been on standby, sprinted onto the pitch.

A false alarm.

Just as well, they were due for a substitution anyway.

As Li Mingyu was carried off on a stretcher, the silent Ramon Sanchez Pizjuan Stadium was suddenly filled with scattered applause. Slowly, the applause grew, until finally, the entire crowd stood up, spontaneously clapping for Li Mingyu.

They were convinced!

They had been thoroughly conquered!

A haul of four goals.

Not even Messi or Cristiano Ronaldo had ever put on such a performance at the Ramon Sanchez Pizjuan Stadium.

Today, the 19-year-old Chinese-heritage youngster Li Mingyu had received a hero's welcome at the Ramon Sanchez Pizjuan Stadium.

Sitting in the stands, Messi remained silent, but a raging fire of hope burned within his eyes.

Although Li Mingyu's stamina was poor, in that limited time, he had scored four goals all by himself, single-handedly laying siege to and conquering the Ramon Sanchez Pizjuan Stadium!

Li Mingyu was stunned by the deafening applause; like a child receiving praise, he lowered his head, feeling a bit shy.

Leaning on the team doctor's arm, Li Mingyu slowly stood up. Right at the edge of the pitch, he straightened his body and bowed respectfully to the entire crowd.

If someone treats me with respect, I will return it tenfold!