50: Chapter 50 Football Doesn't Lie! Ranieri: Pochettino, are you watching? How does it feel?

"Football doesn't lie!"

In the CCTV Sports studio, Commentator Duan Xuan's voice trembled slightly with excitement. He waved his hand forcefully, as if to cut through all skepticism:

"This stunning Free kick, a world-class strike—the angle, the power, the curve—it's impeccable! This is true skill, true depth! He is truly a football genius who has been grinding at the Arsenal London Colney Training Centre since he was eight, shaped by the most orthodox technical style!"

Sitting next to him, guest commentator Commentator Zhang Lu let out his signature "Hehe" laugh and took over, speaking like he was recounting family treasures: "Hehe, that's right. Actually, many fans might not know that when Yu Bai was playing for Arsenal U16 under the 'King of Highbury,' Henry, he mostly served as a midfield playmaker."

"His long-range distribution and those inspired, chipped through-balls at the edge of the penalty area were absolutely top-notch! Henry even said in a later interview that among the young players he has coached, Yu Bai had 'one of the best football IQs and Passing imaginations,' and was a very promising playmaker prospect."

Commentator Zhang Lu paused, a look of expert inquiry on his face, frowning slightly:

"But what's interesting is that after going to Tottenham, this kid seemed to... be reborn, like a different person. He stopped loving Passing and started loving Dribbling. He dribbles past people like it's nothing, moved from the center to the wing, and became a pure explosive threat. Then, it was like he took a rocket—U18, U21, first team, Premier League debut, and now a loan to Leicester City... all in less than a month! This growth trajectory is like a firework!"

He chuckled and continued to drop some news: "According to reports from the team reporters on the ground, the key reason Tottenham agreed so readily to loan Yu Bai to Leicester City is that Claudio Ranieri and the Leicester City club provided a written guarantee for playing time! So, Chinese fans, we are in luck! Starting this week, as long as Yu Bai is healthy, we have a great chance to see our Chinese player on the Premier League pitch every week!"

Finally, looking at the handsome profile of Yu Bai celebrating on the screen, Commentator Zhang Lu couldn't help but "Hehe" again and added a simple truth: "Hehe, and this Yu Bai is also good-looking! It's a treat for the eyes!"

Commentator Duan Xuan laughed too, replying: "Yes, both his looks and his skills are on point. Who wouldn't love watching that?"

King Power Stadium.

Yu Bai's goal from the Free kick was like a key, completely unlocking the lock in his heart called "self-doubt" and "tactical constraints."

Scoring is the best stress reliever and the strongest source of confidence.

Selfish?

The "selfishness" in Mauricio Pochettino's eyes, the kind that needed to be corrected and constrained.

At Leicester City, with Claudio Ranieri, this was precisely the "trait" the manager craved, encouraged, and most wanted to see!

Then I will... just be completely myself!

Yu Bai felt every cell in his body singing, and every pore exuding comfort.

He looked at Riley on the opposite side, whose eyes were already flickering, and it was as if he saw a line of big characters appear on his forehead—

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20th minute.

Bury FC's right-wing defense, under the repeated impact of Yu Bai's individual ability and the psychological burden of Riley carrying a yellow card, had already shown obvious cracks. It was only one straw away from a complete collapse.

Why do managers in football matches always like to substitute defensive players who have received a yellow card? Besides the fear of getting another card and being sent off, there is a deeper reason: some players, once they pick up a yellow card, instantly "forget how to play."

Take someone like Riley. His survival weapons are those aggressive little fouls and physical confrontations that walk on the edge of the rules. When he doesn't have a card, he dares to apply intensity to Messi or Cristiano Ronaldo because he is confident he can control the scale and avoid a card. But once he has a yellow card, he becomes hesitant—those previously "safe" fouls might now result in a second yellow card with just a light touch. He loses the "defensive rhythm" and "psychological advantage" he relies on to survive.

And Yu Bai is exactly the type of player who thinks, "My Dribbling is 91, and I'm going to crush you with my strongest asset."

He can "see" his attribute panel and clearly knows where his strongest point lies. Therefore, he chooses to focus on that one point and reach the pinnacle!

The opportunity came again. It came from that omnipresent Blue Smurf in the midfield and defense—the precise pass from Kante.

Yu Bai controlled the ball steadily on the left wing, turned, and faced Riley.

Riley retreated while fighting, his expression tense, his center of gravity kept low, his eyes locked on the ball at Yu Bai's feet, but he didn't dare to tackle easily.

The battle was calmly brought by Yu Bai to the edge of the left side of the penalty area.

Can't retreat anymore!

Riley roared in his heart.

He had to do something!

Just as he gritted his teeth and prepared to tackle, Yu Bai moved!

Acceleration! Cutting inside! A simple shoulder drop, and he poked the ball toward the center with his right foot!

Riley's center of gravity was deceived, and he hurriedly moved horizontally to block. However, Yu Bai immediately pulled the ball back quickly with the sole of his right foot—a fake shot, real cut! Another rhythmic deception!

Riley hurriedly stretched out his leg to block the non-existent shot, only to realize it was a feint, and had to clumsily readjust his center of gravity to chase back.

Yu Bai had already used this split-second gap to shake him off by half a body length and surged into the penalty area!

But it wasn't over yet! Just as Riley was desperately chasing back and about to close in again, in a very small space, Yu Bai used his left foot to cut the ball again with extreme dexterity!

"Screech—!"

The sound of studs scraping against the turf was ear-piercing.

Riley, who was chasing back at full speed and already off-balance, was completely thrown off by Yu Bai's continuous, ghostly rhythm changes. His feet slipped violently, he lost his balance, and he fell clumsily on his butt onto the turf inside the penalty area!

"Whoa—!!!"

The King Power Stadium instantly erupted with a massive roar mixed with gasps, cheers, and laughter! Many fans had already excitedly stood up from their seats!

He made him fall! In football, making a defender fall has a visual impact and level of humiliation that is in no way inferior to an ankle-breaker on a basketball court!

"Yu Bai! Opportunity! He made him fall!"

Commentator Duan Xuan's exclamation was transmitted through the CCTV signal across the country.

Only the last two center-backs remained in front of Yu Bai.

He didn't hesitate at all, Dribbling straight into the heart of the defense!

Near the penalty spot, he made another extremely realistic feint of swinging his right leg and Shooting at the ball!

"Hah!"

The two Bury FC center-backs who came to cover were completely deceived by this realistic fake shot, simultaneously making flying tackles to block the shot, even risking their bodies to stop it!

However, Yu Bai's foot landed lightly just before touching the ball, simply poking it forward!

Man passes, ball passes!

The two center-backs, like two ships struggling to turn but colliding with each other, slid to the ground clumsily, brushing against each other, only able to watch helplessly as that blue figure swept past them!

"Hehe! He's still Dribbling! Still Dribbling!"

Commentator Zhang Lu's exclamation was filled with unbelievable excitement.

Commentator Duan Xuan felt his heart rate had spiked to 180 beats per minute. He stared at the screen, his voice elongated and raised due to extreme tension and anticipation, almost roaring:

"He—can—shoot—now—!!!"

This elongated "He can shoot now," accompanied by Yu Bai's light touch to get past the desperate Bury FC goalkeeper Walton, who had abandoned his goal, and then calmly pushing the ball into the empty net, was instantly etched into the minds of countless Chinese fans via satellite signal, becoming a legendary moment that could be recorded in the history of Chinese football commentary.

2-0! A brace! A god-tier solo goal!

"WTF?!"

"Are you kidding me?!"

Even the well-informed local British commentators were speechless at this moment, left with only the most primal exclamations.

In the studio, Commentator Duan Xuan calmed his racing heart, his voice still high-pitched: "Wow! I... what else can I say? Yu Bai! You are truly a genius! This goal, from the breakthrough to the Dribbling, to the final composure, demonstrated his unparalleled confidence and skill!"

Commentator Zhang Lu chuckled, giving his most "Commentator Zhang Lu-style" praise: "Hehe, too flashy, too suave. The last time I saw such a spirited, bold, and effortless Chinese player... was last time!"

[A legendary moment is born! "He can shoot now—"!]

[Solo run! I saw Maradona! I saw Messi!]

[Riley: Who am I? Where am I? Why am I sitting on the ground?]

[Commentator Zhang Lu: Hearing your words is like hearing words.]

[Football doesn't lie! Slapping all the haters in the face with real strength!]

After the goal, Yu Bai didn't sprint wildly or perform a passionate knee slide. He slowly ran toward the corner flag, his expression calm, even carrying a hint of detachment after completing a work of art. Then, under the gaze of tens of thousands of home fans, he turned around, back to the pitch, facing the stands, and slowly raised his left hand, placing it gently beside his left ear.

Listening intently.

"Roar—!!!"

"Yu!!! Bai!!!"

"Yu!!! Bai!!!"

The King Power Stadium instantly understood, erupting with a tsunami-like, unified roar! The sound wave felt tangible, almost threatening to blow the roof off!

This celebration, confident, elegant, and carrying the dominance of a king!

The Leicester City bench completely boiled over! Jamie Vardy, Riyad Mahrez, "Drinkwater" Danny Drinkwater, and other starters resting tonight all stood up, clapping forcefully, their faces full of shock and admiration.

Danny Drinkwater excitedly hugged the teammate next to him: "This kid is fucking brilliant! I love him to death! This Dribbling, this goal, it's a work of art!"

Mahrez, the Algerian Dribbling master, his eyes shining, muttered: "In terms of Dribbling rhythm changes and deception, he is peerless. This is one of the best young players I've ever seen at continuous change of direction and shifting center of gravity in tight spaces. And it's strange, his absolute speed isn't top-tier, but he can just dribble past you with no way to stop him... I can't wait to 'discuss' it with him properly in training."

Vardy didn't speak, just clapped hard, his eyes deep. He noticed a detail: at the moment Yu Bai got past the two center-backs and faced the rushing goalkeeper, there was an extremely fast but clear head-up observation. He was checking to see if any teammates were making a run. It was just that at the time, no one had actually run into that position. If there had been a teammate there, would he have passed? Vardy had a question mark in his heart, but without a doubt, this detail gave him an extra layer of observation and thought about this seemingly "lone wolf" new teammate. This kid, perhaps, wasn't just a simple explosive attacker.

And on the sidelines, no one was happier than Claudio Ranieri.

The old Italian manager had his hands in his suit pockets, his mouth curling upward uncontrollably, and the eyes behind his glasses sparkled with the proud glow of a "talent scout finding a legendary steed."

He seemed to have already seen the face of a certain young Argentine manager at White Hart Lane in London, which might not look too good right now.

Mauricio Pochettino, are you watching?

How does it feel?

Hahahaha, awesome!

Claudio Ranieri completed a silent, hearty, and triumphant moment in his heart, spanning across England.