Far away in the studio of New England Sports in the China.
james saw Fly score the third goal and immediately said to the audience:
"Friends, with Fly's hat-trick in this match, he has now scored 40 goals in 20 Premier League matches, officially breaking the 40-goal mark and increasing his average goals per game to exactly two."
"This is simply an incredible statistic. The world's number one Chinese superstar continues his outstanding performance."
Speaking of this, james paused and said to Larry beside him:
"larry, I feel that after Fly's holiday is over, he seems to have become stronger since coming back. I wonder what larry's opinion is?"
Larry hummed and nodded in approval, saying, "That's right, I have that feeling too. I always feel like Fly seems to have evolved again during this holiday."
"But if you ask me specifically which aspect he has evolved in, I can't quite put my finger on it..."
"Anyway, Fly's goal efficiency in recent matches is higher than before the new year, especially in the period from the 60th to the 70th minute of the match. I feel like Fly is almost guaranteed to score in that time frame."
"This should be related to his excellent ability to regulate his physical fitness."
"After all, by this point in the match, players are usually at their most tired."
"Fly likely conserved his energy in the first few tens of minutes and then concentrated his energy for a burst in the 60-minute period."
"In addition, Fly has also made significant progress in judging the landing point of the ball and his ability to seize scoring opportunities, which has directly led to another increase in his goal efficiency."
When Fly scored Arsenal's third goal of the match, the entire Emirates Stadium collectively chanted his name.
"Fly!!!"
"Fly!!!"
The broadcast camera also appropriately cut to the VIP box, where Taylor, wearing an Arsenal number 13 jersey, was covering her red lips with a look of surprise.
Wenger on the touchline couldn't contain his smile and could only applaud and admire Fly's timely response.
On the other hand, Mancini on the other side was completely distraught...
No, big brother, can't you let me be happy for a little longer?
It's only been a few minutes since we pulled one back, and you've already undone it?
Mancini knew one thing clearly: this Manchester City team currently has no ability to play from behind.
A group of mercenaries attracted by high salaries, expecting them to have any cohesion is simply asking too much.
If Yaya Touré's long-range shot just now gave everyone at Manchester City hope of turning the match around.
Then Fly's timely response directly extinguished that hope.
Manchester City is not Real Madrid, not Barcelona, not Manchester United; they cannot withstand the drop from seeing hope to having that hope dashed.
"Sigh~~~ After doing so much preparation work before the match, is this where it all ends?"
Mancini was very unwilling and wanted to give it his best shot.
"Mario, you're coming on!"
Glancing at the bench, Mancini substituted Nigel de Jong, who had already received a yellow card, and brought on Mario Balotelli.
This substitution was very risky, but he wanted to try it.
Now that the team is two goals down, the only hope of turning the game around is to blindly stack attacking players.
Mario Balotelli heard that Mancini was actually putting him on and was as happy as a child.
"Don't worry, Boss, I'll teach those Arsenal softies a lesson..."
Hearing Mario Balotelli's confident words, Mancini couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
Mancini was truly uneasy about this player who often acted erratically on the field.
When Mario Balotelli came on, the first thing he did was run over to Fly and mutter:
"Hey, Fly, you chickened out last time when I came on. This time, let Grandpa show you how good he is!"
Fly glanced at Mario Balotelli upon hearing this and chuckled, "Heh heh... whatever makes you happy. I never mess with idiots."
"Damn it, you just wait. We're going to win this match, and even god won't be able to stop us!"
After being shut down by Fly, the speechless Mario Balotelli could only resort to his usual tough talk.
For the remainder of the match, due to the aftereffects of using Gods Eye, Fly essentially entered an invisible phase.
Mario Balotelli, who had just come on, was full of energy, but the other Manchester City players simply didn't pay him any mind.
Tevez had an opportunity for a one-on-one if he passed, but chose to shoot himself, and was then blocked by Varane's tackle.
Mario Balotelli, who had been constantly gesturing for the ball, was furious at this scene and immediately pointed at Tevez's nose and started cursing wildly.
"Shit, what are you playing at? Didn't you see I was asking for the ball?"
"You cancer, all you know is shooting yourself, garbage!"
Tevez saw that this newcomer was actually spouting nonsense at him, and being short-tempered, he naturally wouldn't tolerate it, retorting:
"What are you talking about? A substitute who just sits on the bench, only fit to lick Grandpa's ass, dares to shout?"
Seeing the Manchester City players fighting among themselves, Kompany and Yaya Touré quickly came over to intervene.
Mancini on the sideline saw this scene, his eyes saw stars, and his face showed a look of disappointment.
"Damn Mario, he's started talking nonsense again..."
"Can't they discuss any disagreements privately? They just have to argue on the field, treating the match like child's play!"
But considering Mario Balotelli's personality, it didn't seem strange for him to treat the match like child's play.
"Damn it, let it be. Whatever happens, happens. I can't be bothered anymore..."
After muttering to himself, Mancini walked straight back to the bench and sat down.
Clearly, the argument between Mario Balotelli and Tevez directly caused him to lose all hope for this match.
Wenger saw the former Golden Boy Award favorite, who had just come on, openly causing such a scene, and felt even more how precious Fly was.
A young player from a privileged background who has been dominant since his debut.
Yet he is neither arrogant nor impatient, and never has conflicts with any teammates in the club.
This is simply a rare thing that feels unreal.
"Eden (Hazard), Blaise (Blaise Matuidi), warm up, get ready to come on."
Seeing this, Wenger also knew that Manchester City had given up on this match.
So he was preparing to substitute Fly and Wilshere, who was feeling a bit uncomfortable after being fouled.
The 71st minute of the match.
After a Manchester City attack came to nothing, Wenger took advantage of a dead ball situation to bring on Hazard and Blaise Matuidi, substituting Fly and Wilshere.
"MVP, MVP!!!"
As Fly came off, the Arsenal fans in the stadium collectively chanted: MVP.
Facing the fans' support, Fly waved his hand, fully displaying his kingly aura.
Mario Balotelli on the field saw that the guy he disliked the most recently was receiving so much love from the fans in his home stadium, and couldn't help but show an envious look on his face.
Although he's a bit simple-minded, he's not completely brainless after all.
As a player, he also hoped that one day he could receive cheers and love from the fans in the stadium.
james in the East Asia studio couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he saw this scene:
"Sigh, seeing this scene really brings tears to my eyes."
"It is truly not easy for a Chinese football player to receive cheers and love from tens of thousands of fans in the stadium..."
"We all know that it is very difficult for Chinese people to make a living abroad, often facing various forms of discrimination and injustice."
"But Fly has managed to make the proud English people bow down, which is truly incredible!"
"Fly's success also proves that we yellow people can play football well, and that we Chinese can also produce football superstars!"
Although james's words gave off a very excited feeling, most of the fans watching the match live did not buy it.
[Come on, james is trying to piggyback again. How many times has this been said? Fly is not Chinese in the traditional sense; he just has Chinese blood... What does his success have to do with being Chinese?]
[Exactly, exactly. It's fine to piggyback on Jeremy Lin's popularity, after all, he is a genuine Chinese American. But Fly isn't. His mother is a true-blue American. Europe media also unanimously consider Fly an American, and nobody mentions anything about him being Chinese.]
[Heh heh... Are the commenters above triggered? Mentioning 'Chinese' is like it's killing you. Are you embarrassed because your foreign daddies can't beat a Chinese person in the sport they're best at, and you're trying to compensate?]
[Some people are still bringing up Jeremy Lin, it just makes me laugh. How can a so-called Chinese American who can't speak Chinese compare to Fly, who can speak Chinese?]
[Although I don't agree with the comments above, I also don't agree with james. Fly became a world-class superstar not because he is Chinese, but because he was born in the West and received advanced education and scientific training from a young age. If he were in China, Fly would probably just be a small-town test-taker...]
[The reason domestic football is so bad is that it's rotten at the root. It's not a racial issue at all. If you expect domestic players to grow into world-class stars, you might as well wait for pie to fall from the sky; that possibility is higher than the former.]
[...]
Because of james's remarks, the domestic fan community stirred up another wave of discussion.
As the punching bag for domestic fans, the Football Association inevitably became the target of attack for many fans once again.
It's just that this time the Football Association was truly wronged. What the hell does Fly have to do with us? Why are you blasting us?
This is what the Football Association leader really wanted to say, but facing the wave of public opinion, he didn't dare to say it.
They could only close the door and act like ostriches, hoping that after the fans' emotions were vented, they could quietly emerge again.
They were already well-versed in this routine and could complete the operation process with their eyes closed.
Far away in London, Fly didn't know that his excellent performance had indirectly caused the Football Association to be slammed.
But even if he knew, he would only give it a like and casually say three words: well done.
The East Asia Football Association is completely rotten, so being slammed is the norm.
Many times in this life, Fly had thought that if his background wasn't too sensitive, he would probably have the East Asia Football Association buzzing around him like flies and mosquitoes once he made a name for himself.
Fly didn't want to deal with this pile of Fly shit. Out of sight, out of mind; everyone would be happy if they stayed away from him.
Fly had even thought that if the East Asia Football Association really came knocking on his door without knowing their place in this life, he would definitely not indulge this bunch of fat-headed guys.
When that time comes, he'd blast them when necessary and counter them when necessary.
With his family background, did he need to pay any attention to those fat-headed officials at the East Asia Football Association?
To be honest, they were all younger brothers among younger brothers.
Fly knew that in this life, his super-powerful Dad Li had connections at the highest levels in East Asia. Small fry like the Football Association didn't even deserve a direct glance from Dad Li.
With this backing, Fly had privately thought of many things to blast the East Asia Football Association with.
But the reality made Fly very helpless. The East Asia Football Association completely refused to take the bait and had never sent anyone to contact him.
This left Fly with nowhere to vent his "wealth of knowledge."
He couldn't possibly just proactively curse at the East Asia Football Association when they hadn't done anything, could he?
Wouldn't that make people think that Fly was crazy and causing trouble for no reason?
For the sake of his reputation, Fly could only temporarily endure, waiting to see if there was a suitable opportunity to drag the East Asia Football Association out and bombard them.