"Liverpool's attacks are coming in waves, giving their opponents no ti to breathe!"
"Clyne pushes forward with the ball, Danny Ings receives and squares it across!"
"A chance at the top of the box! Milner arrives and strikes!"
"Pickford dives full stretch and pushes it behind for a corner—so close!"
"It's fair to say that if it weren't for England's number one, Pickford, Everton would be trailing by far more than just a single goal!"
"Twenty-five minutes played, and Liverpool already have four shots, three on target, and one goal."
"Even though Klopp has fielded a rotated lineup, these players are in excellent form!"
Solanke was doing his best to play the role of Firmino, working hard to replicate the sa influence on the pitch.
Klopp's tactical setup was proving extrely effective. The combination of imdiate counter-pressing and rapid counterattacks made Everton's life miserable, leaving them with virtually no space to breathe.
36th minute!
"Another extrely high press from Liverpool in the attacking third! Their pressing is incredibly well organized—every single player is involved in the system!"
"Leo Lin makes a looping run to apply pressure, forcing Schneiderlin to play it back!"
"Coleman receives it but has no space to pass forward!"
"Mané wins the ball! He cuts it back to Leo Lin!"
"A diagonal through pass! What a ball! It slices through the defense like a surgeon's scalpel!"
"Danny Ings!!!"
"Strikes from a tight angle!"
"It's in again!!!"
"2–0!"
"The first half isn't even over, and Liverpool are already two goals ahead!!!"
Just three minutes later!
"Pickford launches a long ball to midfield—Henderson wins the header!"
"Milner collects it and drives forward—through ball!"
"Solanke makes a crossing run, shoots from a tight angle!"
"Pickford gets a hand to it, but the rebound falls near the edge of the box!"
"Leo Lin arrives and hits it first ti! Another one of his trademark low drives!"
"It rockets into the bottom-right corner! Leo Lin scores! 3–0!"
"Liverpool are on fire—they're absolutely rampant!"
"Many questioned whether Liverpool could sustain a title challenge on three fronts without fatigue, but their performance tonight sends a clear ssage: their hunger for trophies is still burning fiercely. They simply don't tire!"
Originally, Klopp's plan had been to secure the win with minimal cost. A 1–0 or 2–0 result would have suited him just fine.
But now the scoreline had reached 3–0—and against Everton, no less.
Klopp knew a dominant victory could massively boost morale, much like a thunderous dunk in basketball.
It didn't just score points; it lifted the team's spirit. And during a crucial stretch where they were competing on three fronts, morale was especially important.
So when the players returned to the dressing room at halfti, Klopp hamred ho a clear ssage: keep scoring.
"I promise you, I've experienced monts like this many tis in my career."
"When we lead 3–0 and think the ga is already won, then fail to score again in the second half and finish 3–0… that victory ends up aning nothing."
"I want you to seize more great chances in the second half and score more goals."
"If you can make it 8–0, never settle for 7–0!"
Beside him, Krawietz was stunned.
He dread of becoming a head coach himself, so he constantly observed and learned.
At that mont, Klopp's speech made him realize just how ruthless the job of a head coach could be.
...
The second half resud.
Liverpool executed their tactics with absolute conviction. Everyone pushed forward relentlessly—no one held back.
"Liverpool's attacks keep crashing forward like waves! If you didn't know better, you'd think they were the team trailing 0–3!"
"They're more aggressive, more proactive, and far braver in pushing forward than Everton!"
56th minute!
"Liverpool win a corner. Clearly a rehearsed set piece—five players waiting at the far post."
"Mané swings the corner in! Liverpool players charge toward goal like scattered blossoms!"
"Solanke wins the first header and powers it ho!"
"Another goal for Liverpool!"
"4–0! They now lead Everton by four goals!"
Jon Champion kept his tone professional on the broadcast, but the excitent in his voice was unmistakable.
"Unstoppable. They're simply unstoppable!"
Everton's players looked completely shell-shocked. After the restart, their play beca even more disorganized and sluggish.
On the sidelines, Klopp made a substitution. Emre Can ca on for Henderson, finally getting his chance to play.
69th minute.
Leo Lin scored directly from a free kick in the attacking third, hamring Liverpool's fifth goal into the net amid a chorus of boos.
76th minute.
Mané broke through one-on-one again and set up Solanke for another finish, sealing the score at 6–0.
Klopp then substituted Wijnaldum for Leo Lin—a protective change.
Everton's players glared at Leo Lin with burning eyes. Klopp feared they might do sothing reckless.
The final whistle sounded.
Liverpool had demolished Everton 6–0, claiming a thrilling and emphatic victory!
As the whistle blew, one extremist Everton fan even climbed over the barrier and tried to rush onto the pitch.
Liverpool's players quickly headed back to the dressing room to celebrate wildly.
...
At the post-match press conference, Solanke—nad Man of the Match—appeared alongside head coach Klopp.
Facing the dia, Solanke ntioned Leo Lin in nearly every answer.
"I'm very happy with my performance today. I've always used Lin as my benchmark—I'm fighting for every minute on the pitch."
"Yes, Lin is my role model. He trains incredibly hard, and I want to beco a player like him."
"It's an honor to score two goals today. I'm part of Liverpool, and I'll always rember that."
anwhile, the man receiving all that praise—Leo Lin—was sitting inside Barnett's Maybach.
"Co on, Barnett, let's go ho. Why do we have to go to Anfield Park?"
Leo Lin was puzzled.
After showering in the dressing room, he'd comfortably gotten into Barnett's Maybach, ready to head ho and relax. But Barnett insisted on driving to Anfield Park.
Facing Leo Lin's questioning, Barnett's eyes darted around nervously. As he spoke, he subconsciously touched his nose—clearly hiding sothing.
"Isn't it nice to get so fresh air in the park after a match?"
"There's a grand performance tonight, right in Anfield Park."
"Barnett, I'm kind of famous now. People might recognize ."
Barnett smiled and shook his head.
"Put on the sunglasses, mask, and baseball cap. Once we're inside the park, I know a secluded spot. You can take off the disguise there, breathe so fresh air, and enjoy nature."
The more Barnett insisted, the more curious Leo Lin beca.
He wanted to see what Barnett was really up to.
The Maybach slowly ca to a stop.
After disguising himself, Leo Lin stepped out of the car. Barnett's silver hair was particularly eye-catching.
Sothing's definitely going on.
Leo Lin was certain of it—especially since Barnett was even wearing sunglasses and had, for once, put away the unlit cigar usually hanging from his mouth.
Following Barnett, Leo Lin slipped through the back garden entrance and headed toward the center of Anfield Park.
Barnett moved with remarkable familiarity, as if he had scouted the place countless tis before.
Finally, the two of them sat down on the left side of the park's front steps. A patch of low shrubs in front of them provided decent cover.
"Where's this grand performance?" Leo Lin asked, removing his mask and taking deep breaths of fresh air.
Barnett said nothing.
His eyes were fixed straight ahead.
Following Barnett's gaze, Leo Lin saw a group of elderly n and won dancing.
"I swear to—" Leo Lin barely stopped himself from cursing.
"Barnett! This is the grand performance you were talking about?"
Barnett nodded, still staring ahead.
Only then did Leo Lin notice that within Barnett's line of sight, a tall and stylish woman was dancing gracefully.
Leo Lin understood.
But he also didn't.
"Barnett, you're worth hundreds of billions. You know that, right?"
"I've never seen a billionaire old man as creepy as you."
"Peeping on a random beautiful woman???"
Barnett rolled his eyes at him.
"That's my ex-wife. Delores."
Leo Lin froze.
"We divorced five years ago. My fault."
"But I…" Barnett looked at Delores again.
Only then did Leo Lin realize that although ti had left its traces on Delores' face, her elegance remained undeniable.
She still carried herself with remarkable charm.
"So… you're trying to win her back now?"
Leo Lin understood.
The old flower in Barnett's heart had blood again.
Barnett neither nodded nor shook his head.
Leo Lin didn't ask further. It was a personal matter. He simply sat there with Barnett. The weather was pleasant, and the breeze was gentle.
After a mont, Barnett spoke.
"It's snowing, Lin. Do you think I should go give her my umbrella?"
Leo Lin nodded.
"It's rain, Barnett. It's April."
"Go on. Take that luxurious black umbrella from your Maybach and win her back."
Barnett stood up resolutely.
Then after two seconds of hesitation, he grabbed Leo Lin and turned to leave.
"Hey! You chickened out, didn't you?"
"Barnett, be a man!"
"I'll go myself! You really are a coward!"
...
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